<?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-19987633</id><updated>2011-10-06T08:43:03.425-07:00</updated><category term='hardcore'/><category term='punk'/><title type='text'>Contos Curtos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-417520132133448800</id><published>2010-01-14T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T06:36:34.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poético</title><summary type='text'>

O coletivo de azul é céu e o coletivo de água é mar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/417520132133448800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=417520132133448800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/417520132133448800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/417520132133448800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2010/01/poetico.html' title='Poético'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/S08r5pDaxKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-b88ShLECHw/s72-c/ceu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-2969563900994166932</id><published>2010-01-12T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:40:24.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Índios Baianos</title><summary type='text'>

25 de julho de 1990, Flamengo X Bahia se enfrentam em Salvador pelas quartas-de-final da Copa do Brasil. No finzinho do jogo o pernambucano Aristóteles Cantalice expulsa Renato Gaúcho. Ao sair de campo, o craque vocifera no microfone da Rádio Globo: "Bahia é terra de índio. Só tem índio nessa x##%&amp;! Vinte anos depois o mesmo Bahia o contrata como treinador...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/2969563900994166932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=2969563900994166932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/2969563900994166932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/2969563900994166932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2010/01/indios-baianos.html' title='Índios Baianos'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/S00kbBxnkOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tUWon8k-0F0/s72-c/1159646066_d5c33bfd6c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-8133013570890726555</id><published>2010-01-11T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T07:27:53.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo é Relativo</title><summary type='text'>

Sempre detestei carregar peso. Só fui descobrir como essa tarefa pode ser prazerosa depois do nascimento do meu filho. Como é gostoso dar colo pra aquele pacotinho.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/8133013570890726555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=8133013570890726555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/8133013570890726555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/8133013570890726555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2010/01/tudo-e-relativo.html' title='Tudo é Relativo'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/S0tDBk3SWKI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EWTtPMwzjEc/s72-c/gui1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-2685169709391836631</id><published>2010-01-06T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:10:47.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardcore'/><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XXIII</title><summary type='text'>PRONG - Primitive Origins - 1987Egressos da cena do hardcore de NYC já em seu declínio (segunda metade dos anos 80), o PRONG, em Primitive Origins, faz mistura azeitada de hardcore cru com punch e riffs metálicos. Destaque para as faixas Disbelief e In my Veins.A banda foi formada pelo engenheiro de som do lendário CBGB Tommy Victor (vocal/guitarra), que chamou o doorman Mike Kirkland (baixo) e o</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/2685169709391836631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=2685169709391836631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/2685169709391836631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/2685169709391836631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2010/01/classicos-do-punkhardcore-xxiii.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XXIII'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/S0T79HYZJTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/snu7go413yA/s72-c/Primitiveorigins%D0%94P.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-2664029909254668109</id><published>2009-11-23T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:05:59.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xuxa Peladona</title><summary type='text'>Louvável a iniciativa da Cena Muda (banca de jornais e revistas antigos em Ipanema) em pendurar poster da Xuxa peladona na sua época de Playboy e afins. A loira é pior que a União Soviética stalinista quando se trata de apagar o passado.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/2664029909254668109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=2664029909254668109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/2664029909254668109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/2664029909254668109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2009/11/xuxa-peladona.html' title='Xuxa Peladona'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SwrdBHl6f8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ihSaLKmhevk/s72-c/xuxas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-8406219312705854877</id><published>2009-11-10T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:58:27.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embaixo</title><summary type='text'>Seu pé era tão lindo que quando ficava descalça era indecente.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/8406219312705854877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=8406219312705854877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/8406219312705854877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/8406219312705854877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2009/11/embaixo.html' title='Embaixo'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SvmpklKJdMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GbqL3duztro/s72-c/2233403201_b6ea3770ec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-6788416309438158663</id><published>2009-08-14T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T06:59:48.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cético, mas nem tanto</title><summary type='text'>O único milagre que presenciei foi o nascimento do meu filho.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/6788416309438158663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=6788416309438158663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/6788416309438158663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/6788416309438158663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2009/08/cetico-mas-nem-tanto.html' title='Cético, mas nem tanto'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SoVttKPuM7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/xVPhzFZcuYg/s72-c/3173732377_658bebb3d9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-6588336185689429492</id><published>2009-05-25T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:14:04.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardcore'/><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XXII</title><summary type='text'>CHAOS UK - Chaos UK - 1982LP de estreia dos pioneiros - ao lado do DISORDER - do hardcore barulhento inglês.A banda foi formada em 1979 em Portishead, perto de Bristol. No começo o som era Punk Rock rápido e largado. Os membros iniciais foram Simon Gabba (vocais), Andy (guitarra), Kaos (baixo) e Potts (bateria). O grupo passou por incontáveis mudanças na formação, mas sempre com Gabba e Kaos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/6588336185689429492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=6588336185689429492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/6588336185689429492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/6588336185689429492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2009/05/classicos-do-punkhardcore-xxii.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XXII'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/ShrAiDSwqYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TWN1WvwaGRA/s72-c/2155AKXG5EL._SL500_AA130_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-4021274066694211516</id><published>2009-05-12T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:08:33.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XXI</title><summary type='text'>CORROSION OF CONFORMITY - Technocracy - 1987Technocracy é o último bom álbum do COC, depois a banda exagerou na dose de metal.A banda começou em Raleigh, Carolina do Norte, com o baixista Mike Dean, o guitarrista Woody Weatherman e o baterista Reed Mullin, no começo dos anos 80.Seu primeiro disco, Eye for an Eye, com 20 faixas, lançado em 1984, é um clássico do punk/hardcore e foi o único com o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/4021274066694211516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=4021274066694211516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/4021274066694211516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/4021274066694211516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2009/05/classicos-do-punkhardcore-xxi.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XXI'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SgnI_ddQCGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8-7M9fk1nrQ/s72-c/51ZP2N67AJL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-9044680211760497496</id><published>2009-03-01T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:16:09.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideia</title><summary type='text'>Ideia pra quem quiser copiar e ficar rico. Não vou fazer porque vai dar muito trabalho: Manda fazer milhões de sacolas de plástico com a inscrição "Eu sou uma sacola de plástico. Foda-se".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/9044680211760497496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=9044680211760497496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/9044680211760497496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/9044680211760497496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2009/03/ideia.html' title='Ideia'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SatBVzmWuDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EnxuBEevlHM/s72-c/3086246690_4da95f5aa0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-4540239869672255353</id><published>2009-02-09T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T05:35:43.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XX</title><summary type='text'>SEVEN SECONDS - Walk Together, Rock Together - 1985Melhor álbum do SEVEN SECONDS, Walk Together, Rock Together é dividido entre inéditas e faixas gravadas ao vivo no Fenders Balroom (Long Beach, California). A produção limpa e potente de Ian Mackaye (MINOR THREAT, FUGAZI) acentua o sing-along da faixa título e a força de Strength, que termina com vários efeitos vocais estranhos. A versão da banda</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/4540239869672255353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=4540239869672255353' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/4540239869672255353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/4540239869672255353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2009/02/classicos-do-punkhardcore-xx.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XX'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SZAkmf-OD5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/14hyQEcynLQ/s72-c/51JlT9LhmrL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-6046588245772497197</id><published>2009-01-23T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T05:44:45.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardcore'/><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XIX</title><summary type='text'>BLACK FLAG - Damaged - 1981Este é o melhor lançamento da banda, mostra uma evolução do punk rock descompromissado incial em direção ao hardcore seminal norte-americano. Depois a metalização excessiva afetou bastante - negativamente - o som do grupo.A banda nasceu em 1977, em Hermosa Beach, California. O BLACK FLAG é obra do guitarrista e principal letrista Greg Ginn, sempre presente nas várias </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/6046588245772497197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=6046588245772497197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/6046588245772497197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/6046588245772497197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2009/01/clssicos-do-punkhardcore-xix.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XIX'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SXm_pw8ZGsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_s7VQ5wbtNQ/s72-c/41E8KQSZ63L._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-102064067870152869</id><published>2009-01-21T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:33:01.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XVIII</title><summary type='text'>BAD BRAINS - Bad Brains - 1982Olhando para uma foto dos rapazes de Washington DC (de onde saíram também bandas como MINOR THREAT e SOA) do BAD BRAINS, qualquer um diria que é mais uma banda de reggae. E esta pessoa não estaria errada porque além de tocar um Hardcore dos mais competentes e clássicos os membros da banda também tocavam reggae e dub nos seus álbuns.    Este CD - lançado originalmente</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/102064067870152869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=102064067870152869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/102064067870152869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/102064067870152869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2009/01/clssicos-do-punkhardcore-xviii.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XVIII'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SXdp44AFDII/AAAAAAAAAIw/02TSakH_RYQ/s72-c/Badbrain.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-5879208045447886511</id><published>2009-01-15T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:31:13.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XVII</title><summary type='text'> YOUTH BRIGADE - Sink with Kalifornija - coletânea (1994)Este CD traz 26 músicas do YOUTH BRIGADE (sete ao vivo no Fenders Ballroom, Los Angeles), uma das primeiras bandas californianas a realmente fazer Hardcore.     A banda começou seus trabalhos em 1980, em Los Angeles, formada pelos irmãos canadenses Adam, Mark e Shawn Stern. Ao mesmo tempo, Mark e Shawn fundaram a Better Youth Organization (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/5879208045447886511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=5879208045447886511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/5879208045447886511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/5879208045447886511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2009/01/clssicos-do-punkhardcore-xvii.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XVII'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SW9D523JYCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LN3pZwcHc0w/s72-c/Youthbri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-4260490051620055853</id><published>2009-01-14T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T04:31:47.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardcore'/><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XVI</title><summary type='text'>X - Los Angeles (1980) e Wil Gift (1981) - os dois LPs em um CDEste CD reúne os dois primeiros (e melhores) LPs desta banda seminal do Punk californiano. Infelizmente, eles nunca tiveram a atenção devida do público para o seu som inteligente e bem-humorado. Formada em 1977 pelo letrista e baixista John Doe e pela sua futura mulher e vocalista Exene Cervenka, que se conheceram num workshop de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/4260490051620055853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=4260490051620055853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/4260490051620055853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/4260490051620055853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2009/01/clssicos-do-punkhardcore-xvi.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XVI'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SW3X3IDJIqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jZZjjbJtpKg/s72-c/X.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-1225064649319910911</id><published>2009-01-13T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:15:49.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XV</title><summary type='text'>VICE SQUAD - The Very Best of VICE SQUAD - coletânea (2000)O VICE SQUAD – grupo clássico da segunda leva do Punk inglês -  iniciou seus trabalhos em 1978, formado por membros das bandas CONTIGENT e TV BRAKES.     O primeiro registro da banda em vinil foi a faixa Nothing (presente nesta coletânea), em 1979. Esta música fazia parte da compilação Avon Calling. Nothing teve grande execução no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/1225064649319910911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=1225064649319910911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/1225064649319910911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/1225064649319910911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2009/01/clssicos-do-punkhardcore-xv.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XV'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SWzZG6VHiGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QQcZiSAV-L8/s72-c/Vicesqua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-8086021805278203469</id><published>2009-01-09T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:16:02.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardcore'/><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XIV</title><summary type='text'>ANTI PASTI - The Last Call - 1981 O melhor álbum dos ingleses do ANTI PASTI conta com uma versão matadora de I Wanna be your Dog do IGGY POP. A banda começou no verão de 1979, com o guitarrista Dugi Bell e o vocalista Martin Roper. Completando a primeira formação haviam ainda o baixista Stu e o baterista Stan. Seus primeiros shows foram em Derby (cidade nativa da banda), além disso eles também </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/8086021805278203469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=8086021805278203469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/8086021805278203469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/8086021805278203469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2009/01/clssicos-do-punkhardcore-xiv.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XIV'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SWeSejyK0eI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vyfIGkRLdTs/s72-c/Antipast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-8743191968827605189</id><published>2009-01-08T04:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T04:57:23.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XIII</title><summary type='text'>BLINK 182 - Dude Ranch - 1997Aproveitando a porta aberta por GREEN DAY e OFFSPRING, os californianos (como sempre...) do BLINK 182 chegaram ao topo da parada americana com Enema of the State em 1999. Dude Ranch – lançado em 1997 – foi o CD que começou a chamar a atenção de um público maior para a banda. Com um som menos Pop que Enema of the State, Dude Ranch é uma boa pedida para os que não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/8743191968827605189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=8743191968827605189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/8743191968827605189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/8743191968827605189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2009/01/clssicos-do-punkhardcore-xiii.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XIII'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SWX28qsVBZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/d-hv_gwa9mM/s72-c/00061181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-3651168291277140534</id><published>2009-01-07T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T05:41:13.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XII</title><summary type='text'>                   VARUKERS - The Punk Singles 1981-1985 - coletânea (1999) Esta coletânea reúne 24 faixas dos ingleses do VARUKERS em sua melhor fase. É Hardcore inglês característico: três acordes, bateria acelerada, guitarra super distorcida e vocais gritados com letras de protesto.Os VARUKERS começaram em 1979. A banda era formada por Rat (vocais), Bruce Riddell (guitarra), Tom Lowe (baixo) e</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/3651168291277140534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=3651168291277140534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/3651168291277140534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/3651168291277140534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2009/01/clssicos-do-punkhardcore-xii.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XII'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SWSuC0kySRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/gQwFLDA406Y/s72-c/Varukers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-6680450482276100955</id><published>2009-01-06T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:40:17.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XI</title><summary type='text'>SUICIDAL TENDENCIES - Suicidal Tendencies - 1983 Este primeiro álbum dos californianos do SUICIDAL TENDENCIES, lançado em 1983, ao mesmo tempo em que é um clássico indispensável, também é o único lançamento dos Suicidal que merece estar na sua coleção. Depois, a banda enveredou pela falta de imaginação do Speed Metal misturada a letras pouco inspiradas. Formada em Venice, Los Angeles, SUICIDAL </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/6680450482276100955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=6680450482276100955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/6680450482276100955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/6680450482276100955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2009/01/clssicos-do-punkhardcore-xi.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore XI'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SWPBZ60vCkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7vsEsMYwoXA/s72-c/Suicidal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-2155083950784896910</id><published>2009-01-06T12:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:35:26.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore X</title><summary type='text'>REPLACEMENTS - Stink - 1982 Os REPLACEMENTS começaram em 1979, quando Paul Westerberg se juntou a banda Punk formada pelos irmãos Bob (guitarra) e Tommy Stinson (baixo). Originalmente, a banda se chamava os IMPEDIMENTS, mas eles tiveram que mudar o nome para REPLACEMENTS após serem expulsos de um clube onde se apresentavam por mau (péssimo) comportamento.No começo o som dos REPLACEMENTS lembrava </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/2155083950784896910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=2155083950784896910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/2155083950784896910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/2155083950784896910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2009/01/clssicos-do-punkhardcore-x.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore X'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SWO_rHkLZsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZbqBFEXNM4I/s72-c/Replacem.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-2349015765736775263</id><published>2009-01-01T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:28:14.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore IX</title><summary type='text'>REAGAN YOUTH - A Collection of Pop Classics - Coletânea (1994)  Esta compilação reúne 22 faixas do REAGAN YOUTH. Destaque para as faixas de um a oito. A banda começou em 1980, na cidade de Nova York quando os membros originais Dave Rubinstein (mais conhecido como Dave Insurgent) e Paul Bakija (Paul Cripple) estavam no segundo grau. Logo após os primeiros shows nos clubes punks de Manhattan eles </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/2349015765736775263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=2349015765736775263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/2349015765736775263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/2349015765736775263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2009/01/clssicos-do-punkhardcore-ix.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore IX'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SV1QQrJYO2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/YmjxUDFZ8xU/s72-c/Reaganyo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-8459624961965441267</id><published>2008-12-23T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T05:47:50.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore VII</title><summary type='text'> PENNYWISE - Unknown Road - 1993Se o mundo das bandas punks em atividade fosse dividido como campeonatos de futebol, os californianos do PENNYWISE estariam sozinhos na segunda divisão. Depois da primeira divisão, formada pelas cinco “grandes” (BAD RELIGION, BLINK 182, GREEN DAY, OFFSPRING e RANCID) estaria, sozinho na segundona, o PENNYWISE, uma banda que ainda não chegou ao mainstream (talvez </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/8459624961965441267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=8459624961965441267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/8459624961965441267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/8459624961965441267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2008/12/clssicos-do-punkhardcore-vii.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore VII'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SVDpCnddrpI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0r_ZqDSWNzg/s72-c/Pennywis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-7205633159540813834</id><published>2008-12-22T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T05:46:28.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore VI</title><summary type='text'>OI POLLOI - Fight Back! (LP original de 1986, dividido com o AOA)Ao contrário do que o nome pode sugerir, os escoceses do OI POLLOI são cabeludos e não limitam sua sonoridade àquele oizinho sem imaginação que conhecemos.Grande parte das 12 músicas deste CD são Hardcores mid-tempo, e as canções que seguem o ritmo Oi tem uma pegada agressiva que lembra os ois do DISCHARGE em seus primeiros </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/7205633159540813834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=7205633159540813834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/7205633159540813834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/7205633159540813834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2008/12/clssicos-do-punkhardcore-vi.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore VI'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SU-Z6zdekVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JEG0mEtnsK0/s72-c/Oipolloi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-3989316082902809087</id><published>2008-12-19T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T05:55:27.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore V</title><summary type='text'>OFFSPRING - Smash - 1994Esse álbum colocou o Hardcore pela primeira vez nas paradas de sucesso, esquemão Billboard e tudo.Falem o que quiser (se é que alguém ainda leva a sério aquele velho papo de “se vender”), mas o OFFSPRING tem seus méritos. Os californianos construíram uma longa reputação na cena americana – Smash foi o terceiro CD da banda – e estão longe de ser um grupo armado por </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/3989316082902809087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=3989316082902809087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/3989316082902809087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/3989316082902809087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2008/12/clssicos-do-punkhardcore-v.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore V'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SUunk5vymxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2Zo73YpvB0A/s72-c/Offspring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-132495472090455941</id><published>2008-12-17T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:39:18.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore IV</title><summary type='text'>DISORDER - The Complete Disorder - Coletânea (1999)Hardcore para iniciados. O som do DISORDER é guitarra distorcida, bateria pra lá de acelerada e nenhuma preocupação com apuro musical (é comum o baterista errar algumas viradas etc.).Este CD contém todos os singles desta banda de Bristol, uma das mais importantes do cenário inglês nos anos 80, tanto musicalmente quanto em ativismo e engajamento </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/132495472090455941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=132495472090455941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/132495472090455941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/132495472090455941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2008/12/clssicos-do-punkhardcore-iv.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore IV'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SUljJyuzfII/AAAAAAAAAHE/SZg5puQGtKI/s72-c/cdpunk04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-2106335967412152254</id><published>2008-12-12T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:07:28.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore III</title><summary type='text'>DISCHARGE - The Clay Punk Singles Collection (coletânea) - 1995  Este CD contém todos os singles lançados pelo DISCHARGE até 1985, por sinal, a fase de ouro dessa banda, sem dúvida a mais influente do Punk/Hardcore inglês.    O grupo, que foi além do gueto Punk e é citado como influência por ANTHRAX e METALLICA, foi formado em 1977 pelo vocalista Terry "Tezz" Roberts, seu irmão gêmeo, o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/2106335967412152254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=2106335967412152254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/2106335967412152254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/2106335967412152254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2008/12/clssicos-do-punkhardcore-iii.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore III'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SUJv9KwedwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Y90CKfR2GS4/s72-c/Discharg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-3377963781106924364</id><published>2008-12-11T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:06:59.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore II</title><summary type='text'>BROKEN BONES - Complete Singles (coletânea) - 1996Esta  compilação reúne todos os singles lançados  por esta banda inglesa, uma das primeiras a fazer a fusão da fúria  do Hardcore com o som mais trabalhado do Metal.A banda começou  em 1983, formada pelo guitarrista Bones, poucos meses após ele deixar  o DISCHARGE, uma das bandas mais influentes da história do Punk.  O DISCHARGE teve uma aceitação</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/3377963781106924364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=3377963781106924364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/3377963781106924364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/3377963781106924364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2008/12/clssicos-do-punkhardcore-ii.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore II'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SUEWevvG6LI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/apW95dISdMg/s72-c/Brokenbo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-172310347204871078</id><published>2008-12-10T11:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:36:02.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore I</title><summary type='text'>                                                  AGENT ORANGE - Living in Darkness - 1981Impossível ouvir o som dos americanos do AGENT ORANGE e não lembrar de bowls e half-pipes em um dia ensolarado na California (mesmo para quem nunca esteve lá). A mistura de skate rock com pitadas de surf music encontrada  neste álbum é um clássico dos anos 80.Living in Darkness foi gravado em três pequenas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/172310347204871078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=172310347204871078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/172310347204871078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/172310347204871078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2008/12/clssicos-do-punkhardcore-i.html' title='Clássicos do Punk/Hardcore I'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SUAaAkeaIWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kULoRnjyfus/s72-c/Agentora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-5902438595557354733</id><published>2008-10-30T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:08:32.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natureza Humana</title><summary type='text'>A melhor coisa sobre a maioria esmagadora de nossos políticos é que eles são biodegradáveis.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/5902438595557354733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=5902438595557354733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/5902438595557354733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/5902438595557354733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2008/10/natureza-humana.html' title='Natureza Humana'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SQnp_sIfvvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/J8HkCaB981U/s72-c/641190566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-8391526962351751698</id><published>2008-10-20T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:44:26.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olha que eu te Olho</title><summary type='text'>1984 chegou, mas felizmente é uma via de duas mãos. O Grande Irmão até nos vê, mas nós também podemos vigiá-lo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/8391526962351751698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=8391526962351751698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/8391526962351751698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/8391526962351751698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2008/10/olha-que-eu-te-olho.html' title='Olha que eu te Olho'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SP0JtiZTcDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VlORwjrOMks/s72-c/olhoeu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-7437390918528633635</id><published>2008-09-16T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:49:46.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor e Bandas de Rock</title><summary type='text'>Certos relacionamentos são como os SEX PISTOLS; intensos, tempestuosos e mudam sua vida. Outros são como o U2, tranquilos, longos e confiáveis.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/7437390918528633635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=7437390918528633635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/7437390918528633635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/7437390918528633635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2008/09/amor-e-bandas-de-rock.html' title='Amor e Bandas de Rock'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SM_HdwhHxgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/tcQk3_uIEBk/s72-c/490212713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-6761964567134073792</id><published>2008-09-16T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:25:52.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amargo</title><summary type='text'>Fora a experiência a idade não traz nada de bom</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/6761964567134073792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=6761964567134073792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/6761964567134073792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/6761964567134073792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2008/09/amargo.html' title='Amargo'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SM_B1PsT3KI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ScybCs8vZbw/s72-c/725937756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-197408869933612759</id><published>2008-08-18T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:23:21.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Rio de Janeiro</title><summary type='text'>Grande parte das pessoas que usa bicicleta como meio de transporte está mais preocupada com o bumbum durinho do que com o meio ambiente.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/197408869933612759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=197408869933612759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/197408869933612759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/197408869933612759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-rio-de-janeiro.html' title='No Rio de Janeiro'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SKm98yJveHI/AAAAAAAAADw/aS_7qzL17qg/s72-c/4267276542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-7563031780078294500</id><published>2008-08-14T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:57:32.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Aurora da minha Vida</title><summary type='text'>Só comecei a preceber que envelhecia quando, pela primeira vez, uma criança usou a palavra "moço" como forma de tratamento ao falar comigo. Exemplo: moço, tem horas?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/7563031780078294500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=7563031780078294500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/7563031780078294500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/7563031780078294500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2008/08/aurora-da-minha-vida.html' title='A Aurora da minha Vida'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/SKRV1lLsF0I/AAAAAAAAADo/uuNoo_ATyIE/s72-c/380735871.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-4689822966845420535</id><published>2007-11-23T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T06:24:12.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Armagedom</title><summary type='text'>Como bem disse um amigo meu: o mundo não vai acabar nem em água nem em fogo. Vai acabar em Google.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/4689822966845420535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=4689822966845420535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/4689822966845420535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/4689822966845420535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/11/armagedom.html' title='Armagedom'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/R0bidhk-dEI/AAAAAAAAADg/dWFem7qd9EQ/s72-c/3353065272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-8527156404802232086</id><published>2007-08-29T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:26:17.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero Ser Walter Salles</title><summary type='text'>Pô, o cara é bonito, gente boa, sensível, rico... E eu ainda seria uma versão melhorada já que torço pro Flamengo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/8527156404802232086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=8527156404802232086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/8527156404802232086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/8527156404802232086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/08/quero-ser-walter-salles.html' title='Quero Ser Walter Salles'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/RtXkJE0VQdI/AAAAAAAAADY/3AVLIx8AxGA/s72-c/1937103419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-3035247212147576835</id><published>2007-08-08T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:05:11.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TPM</title><summary type='text'>TPM é invenção da Nova. O pior é que as mulheres acreditaram...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/3035247212147576835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=3035247212147576835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/3035247212147576835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/3035247212147576835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/08/tpm.html' title='TPM'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/RroYqDgCvkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kZ44AXfSa90/s72-c/mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-9013066165856215220</id><published>2007-08-06T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:57:15.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Jornalista Carioca</title><summary type='text'>Com 19, 20 anos consegue estágio num jornal do segundo ou terceiro escalão, geralmente na editoria de cidade/polícia. É explorado até a medula mas tira a maior onda na faculdade dizendo que trabalha na área e não tem tempo pros trabalhinhos acadêmicos da universidade. Com 22, 23 graças a amigos é chamado para o Jornal de Bairros d´O Globo. Continua sendo explorado, com o agravante que já se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/9013066165856215220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=9013066165856215220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/9013066165856215220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/9013066165856215220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-jornalista-carioca.html' title='O Jornalista Carioca'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/Rrdu9jgCvjI/AAAAAAAAADI/BnBluyYO4Hw/s72-c/jornalis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-6166323948098709132</id><published>2007-08-03T13:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T13:20:54.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriotadas</title><summary type='text'>É triste ver que tanta gente ainda acha bonito sair por aí cantando o hino nacional. Quando as pessoas vão enxergar que nacionalismo só traz intolerância e guerra?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/6166323948098709132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=6166323948098709132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/6166323948098709132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/6166323948098709132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/08/patriotadas.html' title='Patriotadas'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/RrOOCDgCviI/AAAAAAAAADA/-E1lh4zjdZc/s72-c/guerra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-331016569917863938</id><published>2007-08-03T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T13:22:11.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desenho Animado</title><summary type='text'>O criador do clássico Ren &amp; Stimpy John Kricfalusi faz uma análise bacana sobre os personagens de desenho animado. Vai lá: http://johnkstuff.blogspot.com .</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/331016569917863938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=331016569917863938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/331016569917863938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/331016569917863938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/08/desenho-animado.html' title='Desenho Animado'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/RrOMFzgCvhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/esFidX049Wc/s72-c/renandst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-6872449158746124341</id><published>2007-07-11T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T08:58:41.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bebe que o Governo Agradece</title><summary type='text'>Fumar não pode mas encher a cara de cerveja e bater no primeiro poste ou espancar travesti pode? Não dá pra entender essa perseguição com o cigarro e o álcool poder ser anunciado tranquilamente pelas campanhas milionárias das cervejarias com a gostosa da vez. Enfim, o governo já abre mão de muitos impostos quando o cigarro vende menos. Não dá pra abrir mão também da grana da Ambev e afins.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/6872449158746124341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=6872449158746124341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/6872449158746124341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/6872449158746124341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/07/bebe-que-o-governo-agradece.html' title='Bebe que o Governo Agradece'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/RpT-DVx6M9I/AAAAAAAAACw/FsF1lex_1Ac/s72-c/cerveja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-1373045463086694461</id><published>2007-07-09T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T08:31:30.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homem Experiente.</title><summary type='text'>Creio que só fui feliz na época em que não me perguntava se era feliz.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/1373045463086694461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=1373045463086694461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/1373045463086694461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/1373045463086694461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/07/homem-experiente.html' title='Homem Experiente.'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/RpJUvlx6M8I/AAAAAAAAACo/VHFMNNTlFcQ/s72-c/feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-7008764529406209873</id><published>2007-07-09T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T08:27:04.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toma!</title><summary type='text'>Um novo comercial cretino do HSBC mostra um coitado que se "apaixona" pelo mercado financeiro. Será que é com ou sem vaselina que o mercado financeiro mostra amor por ele?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/7008764529406209873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=7008764529406209873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/7008764529406209873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/7008764529406209873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/07/toma.html' title='Toma!'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/RpJTt1x6M7I/AAAAAAAAACg/Md7pPEJKKQ4/s72-c/dinheiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-1505309350307237874</id><published>2007-07-09T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T08:19:10.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Troféu Saco de Ouro 2007.</title><summary type='text'>O que é mais chato: o Cirque du Soleil ou o Slava´s Snow Show?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/1505309350307237874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=1505309350307237874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/1505309350307237874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/1505309350307237874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/07/trofu-saco-de-ouro-2007.html' title='Troféu Saco de Ouro 2007.'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/RpJR41x6M6I/AAAAAAAAACY/paBBh3PJZmI/s72-c/sono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-7484015159589130324</id><published>2007-06-18T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T09:07:44.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Constatação</title><summary type='text'>Como é chata a seleção brasileira...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/7484015159589130324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=7484015159589130324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/7484015159589130324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/7484015159589130324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/06/constatao.html' title='Constatação'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/RnatviXKHdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WIjONvhlj1Y/s72-c/selecao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-1509729486021047363</id><published>2007-06-11T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T14:07:40.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Série Mistérios Misteriosos 4</title><summary type='text'>Por que todo piloto de Fórmula 1 brasileiro tem cara de bundinha?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Então, poderiam bolar uma igual  para pendurar no congresso: trabalhamos há X dias sem nenhum caso de corrupção...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/8252884170892300706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=8252884170892300706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/8252884170892300706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/8252884170892300706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/05/recorde-dois-ou-trs-dias.html' title='Recorde: Dois ou Três Dias...'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/RlsvC20vDSI/AAAAAAAAACA/LCKj9YnJsnI/s72-c/acidente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-5244770445266204870</id><published>2007-05-17T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T12:44:51.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Troque o Cigarro pela Bolinha</title><summary type='text'>A Pfizer está com uma singela campanha na qual exalta todas as maravilhas de uma vida sem cigarro. Como? Muito simples, troque o seu Marlboro pela pílula deles. Então, em vez de ser um escravo da Souza Cruz (na realidade uma mera filial da gigantesca British American Tobacco-BAT) ou da Philip Morris o cidadão se torna um feliz dependente da Pfizer. Trocar seis por meia-dúzia é isso aí! Caso você </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/5244770445266204870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=5244770445266204870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/5244770445266204870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/5244770445266204870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/05/troque-o-cigarro-pela-bolinha.html' title='Troque o Cigarro pela Bolinha'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/Rkywlm0vDRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0WqVQCijbdo/s72-c/pilula.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-4600667049245750325</id><published>2007-05-16T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T05:44:52.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Série Mistérios Misteriosos 3</title><summary type='text'>Por que dois segundos após o sinal abrir as pessoas já metem a mão na buzina?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/4600667049245750325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=4600667049245750325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/4600667049245750325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/4600667049245750325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/05/da-srie-mistrios-misteriosos-3.html' title='Da Série Mistérios Misteriosos 3'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/Rkr8um0vDQI/AAAAAAAAABw/HaTggyszqt4/s72-c/3994532154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-2433747468735800120</id><published>2007-05-16T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T05:41:26.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Série Mistérios Misteriosos 2</title><summary type='text'>Se todos sabem onde ficam as bocas de fumo porque elas ainda funcionam?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/2433747468735800120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=2433747468735800120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/2433747468735800120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/2433747468735800120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/05/da-srie-mistrios-misteriosos-2.html' title='Da Série Mistérios Misteriosos 2'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/Rkr7220vDPI/AAAAAAAAABo/VVoztFVwE6c/s72-c/2806301369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-6814500685388404258</id><published>2007-05-03T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T12:24:08.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Série Mistérios Misteriosos</title><summary type='text'>No Maracanã, durante os não tão distantes anos 80, o estádio recebia 150.000 pessoas. A capacidade do estádio em 2007 é de 63.000. Pergunta: por que com o Mário Filho "menor" é mais difícil e tumultuado o acesso do que era há 20 anos? Será que nesse espaço de tempo ficamos tão mais mal-educados assim?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/6814500685388404258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=6814500685388404258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/6814500685388404258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/6814500685388404258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/05/da-srie-mistrios-misteriosos.html' title='Da Série Mistérios Misteriosos'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/Rjo2yIEj1NI/AAAAAAAAABc/nUz6bX5NUwc/s72-c/sb-Maracana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-638400689166437032</id><published>2007-05-03T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:46:15.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maquiagem Urbana</title><summary type='text'>Há duas semanas aconteceu uma corrida de teco-teco na Enseada de Botafogo patrocinada por  aquela bebida energética que dá taquicardia. Para aproveitar a graninha da beberagem a prefeitura pediu que a empresa pintasse com grafites o túnel subterrâneo que leva os infelizes que precisam pegar ônibus até a Praia de Botafogo. A passagem subterrânea realmente ficou bem mais bonita com os rabisquinhos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/638400689166437032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=638400689166437032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/638400689166437032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/638400689166437032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/05/maquiagem-urbana.html' title='Maquiagem Urbana'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/RjoDsIEj1KI/AAAAAAAAABE/9EXXSXSQujI/s72-c/2861514657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-5896157166815351271</id><published>2007-04-26T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:25:41.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo Mundo Tá Feliz?</title><summary type='text'>Interessante a obrigação que temos de estar sempre felizes. Experimenta ficar com uma cara meio amuada por um tempinho. Logo chega alguém e pergunta "que que houve? Está triste?" Deve ser por isso que Prozac e congêneres vendem mais que aspirina. E tome sorvete na testa...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/5896157166815351271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=5896157166815351271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/5896157166815351271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/5896157166815351271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/04/todo-mundo-t-feliz.html' title='Todo Mundo Tá Feliz?'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/RjDScoEj1JI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JYzv0dNA6Bo/s72-c/xuxa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-8058983531506917004</id><published>2007-04-20T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T08:29:19.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terra Arrasada</title><summary type='text'>Grades nas portarias dos prédios, Insulfilm (aquela porra escura) nos vidros dos carros... Essa cidade já foi mais amistosa.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/8058983531506917004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=8058983531506917004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/8058983531506917004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/8058983531506917004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/04/terra-arrasada.html' title='Terra Arrasada'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/Rijb9ygZheI/AAAAAAAAAA0/h-HUq9DaldU/s72-c/guarita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-4151907889612150096</id><published>2007-04-18T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T12:59:50.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo Azul na América do Sol</title><summary type='text'>A filipeta aí de cima é um exemplo de exceção que confirma a regra. A regra, nesse caso, é o ditado de que duas cabeças pensam melhor que uma. Em produção musical as quatro cabeças do desenho não valem meia. Pobre retrato do estigmatizado rock carioca. Saudade do tempo das letras e melodias profundas da BLITZ...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/4151907889612150096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=4151907889612150096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/4151907889612150096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/4151907889612150096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/04/tudo-azul-na-amrica-do-sol.html' title='Tudo Azul na América do Sol'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/RiZiqcNfHHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-rlLYMmVh54/s72-c/debeis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-1725608606938498258</id><published>2007-04-16T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T11:39:02.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jornalismo(?) Cultural</title><summary type='text'>Ler os "Bs", "Ds", "Segundos Cadernos" e afins no Rio de Janeiro é cada vez mais duro. Trabalhar em caderno de cultura deve ser muito bom. Você abre seu e-mail, checa qual assessor de imprensa te mandou o assunto mais bacana e publica. Jornalismo investigativo? Ah... Bateu uma preguiça...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/1725608606938498258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=1725608606938498258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/1725608606938498258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/1725608606938498258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/04/jornalismo-cultural.html' title='Jornalismo(?) Cultural'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/RiPB-yHiQ_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/qFz2_c3hqEM/s72-c/2865388630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-8003978972951329694</id><published>2007-04-13T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T13:49:03.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estatais da Cultura</title><summary type='text'>Caetano Veloso, Cartola, Chico Buarque, Fernanda Montenegro, Gal Costa, Glauber Rocha, Jorge Amado, Maria Bethânia, Marisa Monte... Ouse falar mal de algum desses nomes em uma mesa no Baixo Gávea ou debaixo do solzão no Posto 9 e veja suas chances de comer (ou ser comida por) alguém serem reduzidas a zero.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/8003978972951329694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=8003978972951329694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/8003978972951329694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/8003978972951329694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/04/estatais-da-cultura.html' title='Estatais da Cultura'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/Rh_sryHiQ-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/USvkwOrBQxs/s72-c/33707097.VacationonBrazilFriasnoNordestedoBrasil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-5420572924624534696</id><published>2007-04-13T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T09:00:56.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Padrão Globo de Qualidade</title><summary type='text'>Que coisa bisonha a transmissão do Galvão Bueno para o jogo Botafogo 4X4 Vasco. Só faltou ele descer da cabine e passar a bola pro Embromário fazer logo o gol mil. Gol este que o senhor Galvão quer muito que fique registrado para toda a eternidade com a sua voz...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/5420572924624534696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=5420572924624534696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/5420572924624534696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/5420572924624534696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/04/padro-globo-de-qualidade.html' title='Padrão Globo de Qualidade'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/Rh-pESHiQ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/zmW2lL2RbJQ/s72-c/2004111324galvao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-7700242435244084357</id><published>2007-04-13T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T08:44:53.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mafalda</title><summary type='text'>Mafalda diz tudo... Visite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/7700242435244084357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=7700242435244084357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/7700242435244084357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/7700242435244084357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/04/mafalda.html' title='Mafalda'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/Rh-lICHiQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/p45n47tQcE4/s72-c/mafalda.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-117630708985543475</id><published>2007-04-11T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T08:58:09.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alimento para o Cérebro</title><summary type='text'>Você não come o gatinho nem o cachorrinho, né?Então por que comer o boizinho, a vaquinha, ou o porquinho?Visite!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/117630708985543475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=117630708985543475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/117630708985543475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/117630708985543475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/04/alimento-para-o-crebro.html' title='Alimento para o Cérebro'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-117614952855733683</id><published>2007-04-09T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T13:18:54.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visite!</title><summary type='text'>Esse site merece uma visita: http://www.united.non-profit.nl .</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/117614952855733683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=117614952855733683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/117614952855733683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/117614952855733683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/04/visite.html' title='Visite!'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-117614473052822117</id><published>2007-04-09T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T11:52:10.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anuncie nesse Espaço</title><summary type='text'>Por sinal, o mobiliário urbano (anúncios em pontos de ônibus etc.) se presta muito bem a "intervenções". O que vocês esperam? Mãos à obra, meus caros!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/117614473052822117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=117614473052822117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/117614473052822117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/117614473052822117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/04/anuncie-nesse-espao.html' title='Anuncie nesse Espaço'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-117614421613632199</id><published>2007-04-09T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T11:43:36.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Galera da Boquinha</title><summary type='text'>Falando no post aí debaixo que tal boicotar essa galera que vende seus dotes artísticos pras megacorporações? É a banda de róqui da Fanta, o cineasta capacho da Petrobras, o cantor-concretista do supermercado... O negócio é acertá-los no único lugar que dói, o bolso.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/117614421613632199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=117614421613632199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/117614421613632199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/117614421613632199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/04/galera-da-boquinha.html' title='Galera da Boquinha'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-117591514796292224</id><published>2007-04-06T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T20:05:47.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Leitinho das Crianças</title><summary type='text'>O "iconoclasta" Arnaldo Antunes coloca sua "não-conformista" voz a serviço do megamultihipersupermercado Pão de Açúcar em mais um comercial cretino. "Não vou me adaptar"? Já foi o tempo...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/117591514796292224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=117591514796292224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/117591514796292224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/117591514796292224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-leitinho-das-crianas.html' title='O Leitinho das Crianças'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-117578698016233963</id><published>2007-04-05T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T08:29:40.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitacos Coloridos</title><summary type='text'>Não é novidade mas não custa lembrar como ficaram bacanas os fradinhos pintados pela cidade.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/117578698016233963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=117578698016233963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/117578698016233963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/117578698016233963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/04/pitacos-coloridos.html' title='Pitacos Coloridos'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-117571692316212262</id><published>2007-04-04T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T13:02:03.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trainee de Hebe Camargo</title><summary type='text'>Fizeram maldade com a Astrid Fontenelle! Nessas fotos dela espalhadas pela cidade que anunciam um novo programa imbecil da GNT a apresentadora/exmtv/antenadacomamodernidade parece uma trainee de Hebe Camargo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/117571692316212262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=117571692316212262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/117571692316212262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/117571692316212262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2007/04/trainee-de-hebe-camargo.html' title='Trainee de Hebe Camargo'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-113512272698873749</id><published>2005-12-20T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T15:52:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gringa</title><summary type='text'>A GringaNoite quente de verão, janeiro, sabadão, Cidade Maravilhosa. Todos os caminhos levavam ao Baixo Leblon para um - ou vários – chopes com os amigos. Outro fator decisivo para o rumo a ser tomado, era a eterna falta de grana que assolava permanentemente aquele jovem de 17 anos, nos já distantes anos 80. Uma ida ao Baixo não custava mais do que o trocado para a passagem de ônibus e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/113512272698873749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=113512272698873749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/113512272698873749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/113512272698873749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2005/12/gringa.html' title='A Gringa'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19987633.post-113496111750056680</id><published>2005-12-18T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T18:58:37.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elo</title><summary type='text'> O Maracanã estava vazio naquela quarta de julho. O friozinho, aliado à campanha apenas regular do Flamengo no campeonato brasileiro, ajudava a espantar o público. Só os fanáticos de sempre estavam no estádio cinquentão para assistir ao jogo contra o Bahia.     Ele, obviamente, estava lá, sozinho. Era quase um ritual: o Flamengo jogava, ele marcava presença. Foram incontáveis brigas com namoradas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/feeds/113496111750056680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19987633&amp;postID=113496111750056680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/113496111750056680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19987633/posts/default/113496111750056680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoscurtos.blogspot.com/2005/12/elo.html' title='Elo'/><author><name>Carlos Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14471677476009116087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tcy2kr2r-o/TEdMvgu5MoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qgwLDplCfFc/S220/EU.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
