<?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-17006658</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:41:06.904+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Caco Vaccaro</title><subtitle type='html'>Relato da minha vida em Londres. Para amigos, familia e curiosos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-115451283095336573</id><published>2006-08-02T10:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T11:18:00.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parece mas nao e'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/canzone_moraes_jobim-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/canzone_moraes_jobim-b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Vinicius e Tom Jobim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo o verso "tristeza nao tem fim, felicidade sim", remixado por algum gringo, uma colega de trabalho fala pra mim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Voces brasileiros tem um ritmo, uma alegria impressionante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps. So' nao vou colar a letra da musica aqui porque ela nao tem nada a ver com o meu estado de espirito. To e' muito feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-115451283095336573?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/115451283095336573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=115451283095336573' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/115451283095336573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/115451283095336573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2006/08/parece-mas-nao-e.html' title='Parece mas nao e&apos;'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-114942106280541533</id><published>2006-06-04T12:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T12:49:02.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus videos favoritos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/youtube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/youtube.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A capacidade da Internet em disponibilizar videos para serem assistidos online nao vem de hoje. Ha pelo menos 6 anos ja' era possivel achar trechos de videos com audio. As agencias de publicidade colocavam no ar parte de seu portfolio de comerciais de TV. Trailers de filmes de cinema estavam nos sites dos grandes estudios de Hollywood. Mas festinha de crianca, abertura de novela antiga, cenas classicas de filmes famosos ou mesmo gafes de entrevistas ao vivo na BBC eram coisa rara de achar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora existe esse tal de Youtube, que assim como a explosao das fotos digitais ha uns 2 anos, esta' fazendo com que cada um coloque no ar seus videos preferidos, sejam feitos pelas pessoas em casa ou nao. Apesar de o Google ter um canal de video tambem muito bom, o Youtube e' que virou o verdadeiro Google para videos. Facil de pesquisar e achar o que se procura. Raridades, principalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis os videos preferidos, os documentarios-denuncia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ilha das Flores&lt;/span&gt;, documentario do Jorge Furtado de mil novecentos e oitenta e tantos, sobre capitalismo selvagem e liberdade:&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTg5Nz2fKLQ&amp;search=ilha%20das%20flores"&gt; Parte 1/2&lt;/a&gt; : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2XAlu97dayw&amp;amp;search=ilha%20das%20flores"&gt;Parte 2/2:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muito alem do Cidadao Kane&lt;/span&gt;, documentario produzido pela BBC em 1993, mostrando as falcatruas da Rede Globo, manipulando eleicoes e seus lobbys para construir o imperio do Roberto Marinho: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JA9bPyd1RKQ&amp;search=globo%20kane"&gt;Parte 1/4&lt;/a&gt; : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0m1rmi-Ooc&amp;amp;search=globo%20kane"&gt;Parte 2/4&lt;/a&gt; : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mERhb-SDnMo&amp;search=globo%20kane"&gt;Parte 3/4&lt;/a&gt; : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAfAkTFs7wI&amp;amp;search=globo%20kane"&gt;Parte 4/4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-114942106280541533?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/114942106280541533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=114942106280541533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/114942106280541533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/114942106280541533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2006/06/meus-videos-favoritos.html' title='Meus videos favoritos'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-114757151626066914</id><published>2006-05-14T02:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T03:01:48.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitos e verdades sobre o(a) ingles(a)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/coleridge_sm.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/coleridge_sm.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correndo o risco de ser chamado de simplista pela forca das generalizaoces, e imitando descaradamente um blog que conheci esses tempos (do &lt;a href="http://www.fabianogoldoni.com.br"&gt;Fabiano Goldoni&lt;/a&gt; sobre os argentinos) vou dar meu humilde parecer sobre os simpaticos suditos da Rainha, depois de 8 meses entre eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Ingles e' educado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meio verdade, meio mito. Noventa e nove virgula nove porcento dos ingleses falam "please" e "sorry" pelo menos uma vez a cada 2 minutos. Eles sao tao "educados" que chegam a se desculpar ate' quando tem razao. Pode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Ingles tem dente podre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdade. No Brasil tem muito desdentado, mas aqui nao fica atras. Nao raro encontramos aquelas criaturas simpaticas com sorriso de grampeador. Os tratamentos dentarios aqui sao carissimos, muito mais do que no Brasil, pelo que ouco falar. E por questoes culturais, os dentistas nao tem preocupacao em restauracao de dentes. Ou seja: dente ruim, arranca-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Ingles nao tem paciencia com quem nao fala ingles direito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mito. E' so' pedir pra repetir com jeitinho que eles conversam com voce devagarinho. Ah, e' so' usar o "sorry" deles que ta' tudo bem. Em Roma, fale como so romanos, ja dizia Asterix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Ingles nao gosta de estrangeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mito. Os estrangeiros tomaram conta da capital inglesa. Nao sei numeros oficiais, mas parece que "a gente" ja e' mais da metade de Londres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Ingles se acha superior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdade e mito. O povo daqui sabe se valorizar de uma maneira geral, principalmente no ambiente profissional. Mas sabe reconhecer inteligencia e riqueza cultural de povos alheios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Ingles odeia frances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mito. Assim como acho inexistente o "odio" do brasileiro do argentino. Mas nao duvido que os franceses odeiem os ingleses. Sei la', frances e' tao dificil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Ingles bebe muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdade. Tudo e' desculpa pra tomar uma "pint". Tomar porre e' "cool". Entrar num pub e pedir uma Coca Light parece heresia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Ingles come muito peixe empanado com batata frita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdade e mito. Existe aqui em Londres uma consciencia geral sobre habitos saudaveis de alimentacao muito maior que no Brasil. So' por curiosidade: o tradicional fish and chips nao e' mais o cardapio mais popular da Inglaterra. Ha muitos anos o curry e' a predilecao nacional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Ingles e' formal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdade. "Como foi seu final de semana?", "Ahm...Gostaria de fazer uma perguntinha, posso tomar 2 minutos do seu tempo?", "O que voce esta' achando da sua vida na Inglaterra?", "Desculpe-me, desculpe-me", entre outros varios cliches que a gente ouve toda hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Ingles fala com sotaque carregado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdade. Para quem cresceu acostumado a ouvir ingles americano, o idioma falado por aqui parece saido da boca de alguem com batata quente na boca, cuspido e com entonacoes estranhas. Demora pra acostumar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Ingles e' f.d.p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdade. Nada contra as maes inglesas, mas quando eles querem sacanear, te deixar em uma situacao embaracosa, eles conseguem. Mas na primeira que der, eu me vingo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-114757151626066914?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/114757151626066914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=114757151626066914' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/114757151626066914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/114757151626066914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2006/05/mitos-e-verdades-sobre-oa-inglesa.html' title='Mitos e verdades sobre o(a) ingles(a)'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-114703948640011824</id><published>2006-05-07T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:13:08.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento crianca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/caco_lucas_correndo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/caco_lucas_correndo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto: Giovana Aguzzoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-114703948640011824?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/114703948640011824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=114703948640011824' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/114703948640011824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/114703948640011824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2006/05/momento-crianca.html' title='Momento crianca'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-114695580551946436</id><published>2006-05-06T23:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T00:01:12.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>God save the "simpatia"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/DSC02126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/DSC02126.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Jorge Benjor raramente sorri. Fica atras dos seus oculos escuros redondos, protegido pelo Sao Jorge estampado na camiseta. Mesmo com o semblante serio, todos sabem do seu carisma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram duas horas e meia no show do cara que nunca compos musica triste em mais de 40 anos de carreira. Tempo suficiente pra Que Maravilha, Taj Mahal, Fio Maravilha, e aquela que levantou toda o publico, Pais Tropical. Ate' ser praticamente obrigado a deixar o palco com uma plaquinha dizendo "voce precisa encerrar o show em 5 minutos". Ele tocou ainda mais meia hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O show do Jorge Benjor fez parte dos eventos da Tropicalia, exposicao que esta' mostrando ao mundo talvez o maior registro do movimento mais importante da cultura brasileira. Teve Caetano, Tom Ze. Teremos Mutantes reencontrando-se sem a Rita Lee, e Gil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra mim, o melhor de todos mesmo e' o Benjor. Porque ele e' o carisma personificado. Quem foi que disse que o carisma e' fruto de sorriso? O sorriso pode ser da boca pra fora, literalmente. Salve simpatia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-114695580551946436?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/114695580551946436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=114695580551946436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/114695580551946436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/114695580551946436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2006/05/god-save-simpatia.html' title='God save the &quot;simpatia&quot;'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-114614226653670574</id><published>2006-04-27T13:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T17:24:14.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Debaixo da terra, acima da terra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/leytonstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/leytonstone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O metro encanta quem chega em Londres pela primeira vez. Leva a qualquer lugar, num espaco curto de tempo - embora muitos ingleses reclamem da lentidao. Na verdade, eles estao e' mal acostumados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Underground daqui foi o primeiro do mundo, comecando pela estacao de Baker Street. Mas e' tido como um dos mais ineficientes da Europa, porque varias linhas tem mais de 120 anos, e o sistema e' obsoleto. Mas mesmo assim, para quem estava acostumado ao T2 lotado de Porto Alegre, nada mau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que cansa mesmo, na minha opiniao, e' andar debaixo da terra. Na falta do que olhar na rua, a gente acaba olhando pra cara das outras pessoas. Grande parte leva jornais ou livros para distrair, mas eu nao consigo. Muita gente, assim como eu, usa ipodes ou aparelhos do genero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora, morando um pouco mais afastado do centrao, alguns trechos passam por cima da terra, e ai sim, o metro passa a ser um passeio um pouco mais bonito!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-114614226653670574?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/114614226653670574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=114614226653670574' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/114614226653670574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/114614226653670574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2006/04/debaixo-da-terra-acima-da-terra.html' title='Debaixo da terra, acima da terra'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-114613782194258438</id><published>2006-04-27T12:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T17:24:30.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que moral, hein, Felipao?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/BIG_PHIL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/BIG_PHIL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao que parece, o homem que eles chamam de Big Phil (hilario isso!), vai assumir a selecao da Inglaterra depois da Copa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja to imaginando a cena do Felipao, na beira do gramado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Beeeeckam... Volta... Chega junto... Ai meu Sao Genaro... -- grunhidos -- Rooney, levanta, guri. Volta pra marcaaar! Mas o... o... Owen... tu ta' me dando migue'? Vamos, gurizada, levantem essa taca direito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;O The Sun, edicao de hoje (28/04/2006), estampa a manchete "Por que precisamos do Scolari, se temos McLaren (tecnico do Middlesbrough)?". Ainda no mesmo jornal "Federacao de Futebol Ingleasa oferece £2,5 milhoes por ano, Felipao quer £5 milhoes".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-114613782194258438?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/114613782194258438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=114613782194258438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/114613782194258438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/114613782194258438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2006/04/que-moral-hein-felipao.html' title='Que moral, hein, Felipao?'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-114570725439958720</id><published>2006-04-22T13:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T13:05:05.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos fazer uma traducao literal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/DSC01999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/DSC01999.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia desses fui registrar minha "carteira de trabalho". No meu novo emprego, fui solicitado a ter este documento. Na verdade, nao e' nada parecido como a carteira de trabalho brasileira. O registro na Inglaterra chama-se "National Insurance Number". (traducao literal "Numero de Previdencia Nacional").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com ele, o cidadao nao esta' apto somente a trabalhar. Ele passa a contribuir os impostos na fonte toda vez que o salario e' depositado. Ate' ai nenhuma novidade. A diferenca esta' no suporte ao trabalhador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Job Centre Plus (traducao literal "Centro de Trabalho Mais) sao escritorios que prestam assessoria completa a quem busca um emprego ou mesmo quem ja' tem um. Diferentes tipos de profissionais ajudam os "clientes" a se posicionarem melhor no mercado. Como se portar diante de uma entrevista de emprego. Como se qualificar. Como planejar uma carreira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A previdencia no Reino Unido faz de graca tudo aquilo que uma consultoria de RH faria cobrando no Brasil. Esta estrutura faz do trabalhador uma pessoa tranquila e preparada, consciente de que existe respaldo do governo -- sem paternalismos, mas com servicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe nao seria uma boa ideia implementar algo parecido no nosso pais? Quem sabe traduzir esta ideia literalmente no Brasil, pode melhorar muita coisa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na foto, detalhe de um dos inumeros folders, que usam uma linguagem didatica e otimista.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-114570725439958720?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/114570725439958720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=114570725439958720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/114570725439958720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/114570725439958720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2006/04/vamos-fazer-uma-traducao-literal_22.html' title='Vamos fazer uma traducao literal?'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-114556735308961238</id><published>2006-04-20T22:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T22:09:13.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo bairro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/DSC01924_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/DSC01924_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudei-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora divido uma baita casa na regiao de Leytonstone com meus amigos Lucas e Diego. Cada um tem um quarto, e ainda sobra um quartinho de hospedes bem honesto. O bairro fica bem afastado do centro, onde trabalho agora, mas a linha de metro vermelha, a Central Line, me deixa la' em 30 minutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa foto foi tirada numa rua perto da minha casa, uns 2 sabados atras, a caminho da estacao de metro, num dia de ceu inspirado para os padroes daqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, depois de quase tres meses de inatividade, um post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-114556735308961238?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/114556735308961238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=114556735308961238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/114556735308961238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/114556735308961238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2006/04/novo-bairro.html' title='Novo bairro'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-113810353964040770</id><published>2006-01-24T11:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-01T17:25:38.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comida apimentada ou pimenta com comida?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/DSC01695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/DSC01695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse e' um tipico kebab indiano. E' uma especie de salada mista com carne assada em rolo. Muita pimenta. A esquerda, a latinha que veio junto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era tanta pimenta, que foi preciso um pet de refri pra aliviar a "quentura".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso foi o que sobrou. Nao deu pra encarar mais. E olha que eu nao sou de deixar comida no prato!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-113810353964040770?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/113810353964040770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=113810353964040770' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113810353964040770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113810353964040770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2006/01/comida-apimentada-ou-pimenta-com.html' title='Comida apimentada ou pimenta com comida?'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-113577370386644548</id><published>2005-12-28T12:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-28T12:41:43.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Neve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/DSC01607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/DSC01607.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neve de pobre ne'. Pra quem nunca viu neve, qualquer coisa branca caindo do ceu, que nao seja coco de passarinho ou coisa pior, ja' estamos no lucro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja a foto, repare na grama, e tire suas proprias conclusoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-113577370386644548?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/113577370386644548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=113577370386644548' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113577370386644548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113577370386644548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/12/neve.html' title='Neve!'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-113507923721156754</id><published>2005-12-20T11:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-28T12:43:52.993Z</updated><title type='text'>De onde voce e'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/ronaldinho_brasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/ronaldinho_brasil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me sinto meio embaixador do Brasil aqui. Na verdade, sou meio argentino nesse sentido. O Brasil e' que e' bom. Bom nas artes, na cultura, na cordialidade, no calor humano. E' o melhor pais do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra simplificar, eu digo que sou de Porto Alegre, nasci na mesma cidade do maior jogador de futebol do mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-113507923721156754?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/113507923721156754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=113507923721156754' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113507923721156754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113507923721156754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/12/de-onde-voce-e.html' title='De onde voce e&apos;?'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-113495792859182738</id><published>2005-12-19T02:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-19T02:05:28.620Z</updated><title type='text'>As pints</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/DSC01546.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/DSC01546.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella. Foster's. Guiness. Aqui nao se fala cerveja nem beer. Se fala pints. Meio litro e' a unidade basica. Tem em todo pub. E pub tem em toda esquina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um brinde!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-113495792859182738?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/113495792859182738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=113495792859182738' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113495792859182738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113495792859182738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/12/as-pints.html' title='As pints'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-113476389293456189</id><published>2005-12-16T20:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-16T20:14:12.073Z</updated><title type='text'>A descoberta do ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/DSC01512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/DSC01512.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celulas tronco? Anderson, o novo craque do Gremio? O Mensalao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada disso, a descoberta do ano e' essa belissima caixa de suco natural do Tesco, com 1 litro, que custa apenas 64 centavos de libra. E' muito barato, e' impressionante. Me esbaldei de suco de laranja natural no horario do almoco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engracado. A mesma quantidade de refrigerante custa, no minimo, o dobro. Tudo bem, nao vamos generalizar. Essas coisas de preco sao muito relativas, a marca do suco e' propria do supermercado, ok. Mas to percebendo algo diferente do Brasil, conceitualmente falando. No meu pais (que bonito isso, hein?), comida porcaria e' mais barata, comida de qualidade e' mais cara. Aqui, as coisas as vezes parecem ser invertidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tao tradicional "Fish &amp;amp; Chips", batata com peixe empanado frito no mais bagaceiro oleo ingles, esta' longe de ser uma alimentacao das mais baratas. Ja' o arroz com curry, comida tradicional indiana, bastante enjoativa mas mais saudavel, e' tido como um prato barato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir de agora, vou procurar nao enjoar do suco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-113476389293456189?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/113476389293456189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=113476389293456189' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113476389293456189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113476389293456189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/12/descoberta-do-ano.html' title='A descoberta do ano'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-113417052068538262</id><published>2005-12-09T23:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-09T23:53:24.686Z</updated><title type='text'>Dinheiro ingles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/DSC01450.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/DSC01450.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis as notas de libras esterlinas, ou "pounds", como sao chamadas por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha' os que levam foto da sogra na carteira. Ha' os que levam a Rainha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-113417052068538262?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/113417052068538262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=113417052068538262' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113417052068538262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113417052068538262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/12/dinheiro-ingles.html' title='Dinheiro ingles'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-113361070588709089</id><published>2005-12-03T11:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-03T11:52:23.160Z</updated><title type='text'>E pode?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/epode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/epode.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo e' valido pra fazer 2 horas diarias de transporte subterraneo um pouco mais divertidas. Agradecimento especial 'a &lt;a href="http://www.infinity9.net/"&gt;Julia&lt;/a&gt;, que explicou o taipa aqui a configurar o brinquedinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunts, tunts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-113361070588709089?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/113361070588709089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=113361070588709089' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113361070588709089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113361070588709089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/12/e-pode.html' title='E pode?'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-113305329396445470</id><published>2005-11-27T00:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-27T01:10:10.663Z</updated><title type='text'>Botando as coisas no devido lugar - Parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/gremio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/gremio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando decidi vir pra Londres, eu sempre soube que nao estaria por perto para ver A Volta. Isso me chateou um pouco, mas sempre dei um jeito de acompanhar pelo radio, transmissoes que caem nos momentos capitais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Olha o Ricardinho, recebeu livre na area, vai marca... Silencio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o audio volta em alguns segundos, com o comentarista explicando que se ele tivesse chutado com a parte de dentro do pe', era gol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, 26 de novembro, ganhei um presente de aniversario atrasado, daqueles que a gente nao esquece. Nao so' pelo frio de zero grau na rua, nao pelo sotaque britanico dos vizinhos. Nao pela Volta apenas pela Volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' que teve ingredientes magicos. O inesperado, o improvavel, a bravura e a perseveranca. Tudo pra fazer com que a torcida gremista, a mais fiel do mundo, se lembrasse da alegria da realizacao, do objetivo alcancado. Tudo aquilo que viveu nos momentos mais gloriosos, ou como ha 10 anos, quando eram 45 mil no estadio cantando o hino do Gremio numa derrota decisiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem as outras torcidas, mas so' a nossa e' assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa torcida apaixonada nunca deixou de acreditar no imortal tricolor, porque sabe que do jeito dele, a vitoria chega, sofrida, na luta. A torcida sabe que o final vai ser sempre feliz, e por isso vai estar com o Gremio onde ele estiver. Quem ama nao esquece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-113305329396445470?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/113305329396445470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=113305329396445470' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113305329396445470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113305329396445470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/11/botando-as-coisas-no-devido-lugar_27.html' title='Botando as coisas no devido lugar - Parte 2'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-113266276749273259</id><published>2005-11-22T12:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-22T12:35:26.353Z</updated><title type='text'>E o inverno ainda nem comecou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/carro_gelado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/carro_gelado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Londres, 8:10 da manha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-113266276749273259?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/113266276749273259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=113266276749273259' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113266276749273259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113266276749273259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/11/e-o-inverno-ainda-nem-comecou.html' title='E o inverno ainda nem comecou'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-113256740436719627</id><published>2005-11-21T10:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-21T10:06:17.736Z</updated><title type='text'>A Cohab e o breakfast ingles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/english_breakfast.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/english_breakfast.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo, o Alex, meu colega de casa, me chamou pra conhecer o flat onde vai morar em fevereiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi convidado por um colega de trabalho a dividir um apartamento de dois quartos, bem no centro do centro. Cinco minutos a pe' do Parlamento e da Abadia de Londres. Provavelmente o meu amigo vai acordar com as badaladas do Big Ben. Nesta regiao central e' muito raro de morar, mas existem algumas excessoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tal apartamento e' financiado por um orgao similar 'a Cohab do Brasil: casas populares, com precos acessiveis, para gente de baixa renda. Mas na pratica, e' um lugar muito legal, com uma sala ampla demais para os padroes londrinos. Pena que nao tem espaco pra mim la'. O cara que estava mostrando o lugar nos comentou que pela janela da' pra ver a escolta do primeiro ministro Tony Blair, que vai de carro ate' o parlamanto toda semana. Imagina ver isso da janela da sala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, de conhecermos o lugar, lembrei que nao havia tomado cafe da manha, quando passamos na frente de uma cafeteria. Nao tive duvidas, pedi o tal "english breakfast". Bacon, ovos, feijao branco com catchup, tomates, cogumelos e algumas fatias bem amanteigadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E salsichas, daquelas bem suspeitas, tipo soco no estomago. Das duas que vieram, remei ate conseguir comer a metade da segunda. Legal pra conhecer, ne'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-113256740436719627?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/113256740436719627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=113256740436719627' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113256740436719627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113256740436719627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/11/cohab-e-o-breakfast-ingles.html' title='A Cohab e o breakfast ingles'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-113227307761001819</id><published>2005-11-17T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-18T17:13:12.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Axl Rose para combater o frio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/friozao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/friozao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nao dava mais. O frio estava comecando a incomodar. Trouxe do Brasil varios blusoes de la entre tantas roupas quentes. Na mala vieram ainda duas jaquetas com forro peludo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas era preciso variar. Um dia era a jaqueta verde, outro dia a bege. E assim por diante, frio marcando presenca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De madrugada, ouvi falar em zero grau. De manha cedo, peguei 3, as vezes 2 graus. Mas o que define os tilintares dos dentes e' mesmo o vento. O Paulo, por exemplo, me contou que teve dificuldades de respirar quando foi pro trabalho 'as 7 da manha. Eu nao cheguei a sofrer tanto, mas o prenuncio de um inverno rigoroso esta ai'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da' na TV, nos jornais, e' assunto comentado: esse inverno vai ser gelado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo disso, e querendo fugir do verde-bege-verde-bege, resolvi ir na Lilliwhites, loja de roupas esportivas com precos bem competitivos. Comprei luvas, um par de tenis novos, e achei uma jaqueta marrom, de camurca, comprida, com forro. Esquenta pra caramba, tem ate' capuz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O capuz e' um capitulo a parte. Vem com uma especie de "pelos sinteticos loiros". Quando a gente veste, fica parecendo um loiro roqueiro. Na loja eu estranhei, procurei saber se era um artigo destinado ao sexo masculino. Bom, ainda nao sai com a jaqueta na rua, vamos aguardar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que esquenta, ah, esquenta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-113227307761001819?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/113227307761001819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=113227307761001819' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113227307761001819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113227307761001819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/11/axl-rose-para-combater-o-frio.html' title='Axl Rose para combater o frio'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-113174219464777748</id><published>2005-11-11T20:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-11T20:52:50.120Z</updated><title type='text'>Ahm... processando informacao... 2% concluido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/DSC01261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/DSC01261.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou certo de que vao passar anos, e eu nao vou acostumar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atravessar a rua entao? E' um martirio. Tem que olhar pra esquerda, pra direita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pior os carros. Tenho a sensacao as vezes de que sao carros fantasmas, porque eu nao vejo os motoristas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-113174219464777748?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/113174219464777748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=113174219464777748' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113174219464777748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113174219464777748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/11/ahm-processando-informacao-2-concluido.html' title='Ahm... processando informacao... 2% concluido'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-113140467951172092</id><published>2005-11-07T23:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-07T23:04:39.526Z</updated><title type='text'>Botando as coisas no devido lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/orgulho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/orgulho.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-113140467951172092?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/113140467951172092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=113140467951172092' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113140467951172092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113140467951172092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/11/botando-as-coisas-no-devido-lugar.html' title='Botando as coisas no devido lugar'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-113086386640391589</id><published>2005-11-01T16:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-01T17:01:11.923Z</updated><title type='text'>O gato subiu no telhado</title><content type='html'>Comecou com o diretor de criacao, o Lyndon Hale, conversando baixinho ao ouvido do Andreas, designer que senta na mesa ali da frente. Nao prestei muita atencao, mas nao sei por que aquilo me chamou a atencao. Em seguida, o Lyndon veio falar comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Hey Caco, podemos falar por uns cinco minutinhos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apreensivo, concordei, e fomos a um ambiente da sala de criacao onde existe uma especie de lounge, com sofas confortaveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Bem, voce sabe, temos um estagiario aqui que estuda na mesma universidade do Andreas. Voce nao chegou a conhecer ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puta merda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Mas sobre o seu caso, voce esta' conosco por um periodo de dois meses, e nao e' pago este estagio. Nao sei quais os teus planos aqui em Londres mas, aconteceu um fato novo. O teu colega nao aparece por aqui ha duas semanas, e nao da' sinal de vida. Voce gostaria de pegar a vaga dele?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Qual a diferenca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Ele teria mais sete meses pela frente, e ganha uma bolsa, uma ajuda de custo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silencio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Mas Caco, voce nao precisa responder agora. Se voce quiser pensar nisso e....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Nao precisa, te dou a resposta agora: eu aceito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei me conter. Por dentro, gritei todos os palavroes de alegria, pensei na minha infancia, na minha familia, dos meus amigos, das pessoas queridas. Lembrei de cor de todos os palavroes e expressoes chulas. A escalacao dos times campeoes do Gremio. A conta do banco. A capital dos Emirados Arabes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe: a tal ajuda de custo paga as minhas contas e ainda sobra um pouco. To muito feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God save the Queen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-113086386640391589?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/113086386640391589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=113086386640391589' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113086386640391589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113086386640391589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/11/o-gato-subiu-no-telhado.html' title='O gato subiu no telhado'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-113068006770531008</id><published>2005-10-30T13:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-30T13:53:27.636Z</updated><title type='text'>Recrutamento para o exercito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/army.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/army.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando retomando manias de crianca, mesmo depois de varios cabelos brancos. Pisar sempre em cima das lajotas, e nunca nas colagens (como no filme "Melhor Impossivel"). Outro habito que me flagrei dia desses: enquanto caminho, fazer o som de um carro trocando marchas, bem baixinho, com a garganta. Quando paro, reduzo as marchas. Quando levanto da cadeira, o motor faz mais barulho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nao e' sempre, so' 'as vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, voltando para casa, resolvi pegar um onibus, ao inves do metro que eu pego sempre. Sentei no banco de uma parada de onibus. Aqui, as paradas ficam de costas pra rua, e a gente fica contemplando a vitrine das lojas. Eis que eu vejo uma vitrine imensa convidando os jovens a servir no exercito. La dentro, jogos de videogames, daqueles de armas, que se jogam em rede. Sangue, muito sangue. Mas e' so' um jogo mesmo, o jovem viciado no jogo parece mesmo estar alheio as mortes de verdade, resultantes de uma guerra, e sai gritando e metralhando pra si mesmo "ra-ta-ta", imitando o barulho dos tiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cultura da guerra aqui e' arraigada. Outro dia mesmo, aquele em que fomos a Greenwich, acabamos sem querer em um evento pirotecnico na Trafalgar Square em celebracao aos 200 anos da batalha que aniquilou o Napoleao. A bravura, os fogos, os tiros de fogo, tudo isso e' orgulho. Eventos como este parecem legitimar a lucrativa guerra no Iraque, e resultado disso e' o grande apoio do povo britanico, favoravel a tudo que se faz por la'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o onibus chegou, engatei uma quinta e peguei a janelinha no andar de cima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-113068006770531008?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/113068006770531008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=113068006770531008' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113068006770531008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113068006770531008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/10/recrutamento-para-o-exercito.html' title='Recrutamento para o exercito'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-113036110638592679</id><published>2005-10-26T22:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T22:16:32.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marco zero?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/greenwich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/greenwich.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'A frente da faixa, hemisferio ocidental. Atras, oriente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lu e Ju, casal de amigos que me convidou pra esse programa bem bacana num domingo depois de um sabado de algumas pints. A cara de ressaca dos tres nao nega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este e' um monumento ao meridiano zero, localizado no observatorio de Greenwich. O passeio e' legal pra quem tem curiosidade em geografia e politica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politica? Sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O marco zero de longitude e' diferente do zero latitude, a famosa linha do Equador, que so' pode ser la'. O marco zero poderia passar por qualquer lugar, inclusive no quintal da tua casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esses bretoes tem um rei na barriga mesmo, hein!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-113036110638592679?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/113036110638592679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=113036110638592679' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113036110638592679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113036110638592679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/10/marco-zero.html' title='Marco zero?'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-113018624553899880</id><published>2005-10-24T21:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:37:25.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apita o arbitro, comeca a partida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/DSC01187_redu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/DSC01187_redu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recebi isso hoje de manha, na chegada. Bem  bacana, fizeram com que eu me sentisse em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, e' jogo de gauchao. E' Libertadores. E' Copa do Brasil. Coracao na ponta da chuteira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-113018624553899880?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/113018624553899880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=113018624553899880' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113018624553899880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/113018624553899880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/10/apita-o-arbitro-comeca-partida.html' title='Apita o arbitro, comeca a partida'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-112989579019695649</id><published>2005-10-21T12:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:08:36.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O olho de Londres e o museu de cera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A London Eye, aquela roda (literalmente) gigante, era meu sonho de consumo. Estava querendo andar nela desde que cheguei, mas nunca conseguia parceria. Eis que o casal Denis e Samira toparam. E ninguem se arrependeu. Foi um dos passeios mais legais ate' agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do alto, da pra ver praticamente toda a cidade. Pra mim ja' nao era tanta novidade isso (vide o meu voo de chegada), mas mesmo assim, e' uma experiencia e tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na foto ao lado, eu e Denis na fila de entrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A London Eye fica bem pertinho do Parlamento e do Big Ben, colada no Aquario de Londres (quem viu o filme Closer deve lembrar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu e a Samira, foto posada. Ela e o Denis nao paravam de tirar fotos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dois dias antes, na sexta-feira, fomos no museu de cera da Madame Tussauds. Eu tinha certo preconceito sobre este programa. Achava que era um passeio brega pra turista estrangeiro ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava enganado. Foi diversao garantida, com direito a tunel do terror, planetario, estatuas muito perfeitas e guias muito, muito engracados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma historia divertida: eu estava posando para uma foto ao lado da Penelope Cruz, e uma japonesa nao saia da frente, com uma maquina gigantesca. Eu comecei a perder a paciencia, porque nao queria atrapalhar a foto dela, mas estava querendo tirar a minha. A Samira tambem ficou emputecida com aquilo. Passaram-se um, dois, tres minutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois que a gente foi perceber que aquela japa era uma estatua de cera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-112989579019695649?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/112989579019695649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=112989579019695649' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112989579019695649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112989579019695649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/10/o-olho-de-londres-e-o-museu-de-cera.html' title='O olho de Londres e o museu de cera'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-112938798705316501</id><published>2005-10-15T15:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T16:20:25.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vista aerea + coordenadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cacovaccaro.com.br/fotos/casaemlondres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" height="632" alt="" src="http://www.cacovaccaro.com.br/fotos/casaemlondres.jpg" width="406" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O endereco e' 7 Avis Square, Limehouse, E1 0QD. Moro em um lugar parecido com um condominio fechado, mas e' uma praca publica, que so' tem acesso por um portao. E' silencioso, mas uma senhora britanica meio incendiaria tambem mora por aqui. Se uma crianca joga bola no meio da praca, ela vai la e reclama: "no ball games!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas no geral, o lugar e' tri bom. Estacao de trem e parada de onibus bem proximas. Uma das linhas dos famosos vermelhinhos nos deixa no Centro em meia hora, no maximo. Aqui perto tem varias lojas de convenciencia de indianos (que sao extremamente rapidos pra contar dinheiro e dizer "next, please!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atendendo a pedidos, la' vai: lat=51.5138822681, lon=-0.0443536475872 . Acesso pelo Google Earth. Reparem que a longitude e' quase ZERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambem ne', to do ladinho de Greenwich!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-112938798705316501?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/112938798705316501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=112938798705316501' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112938798705316501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112938798705316501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/10/vista-aerea-coordenadas.html' title='Vista aerea + coordenadas'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-112924754746672202</id><published>2005-10-14T00:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T00:52:27.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia de rancho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/rancho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/rancho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dois litros de leite desnatado, queijo fatiado, duas latas de feijao branco com molho de tomate, duas latas de batata descascada, lata de amendoim torrado, pacote de massa "parafuso", pote de molho pesto, pao de forma fatiado, presunto enlatado, 500g de camarao, 350g de bacalhau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: £10,75. E' comida pra uns 6 dias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-112924754746672202?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/112924754746672202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=112924754746672202' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112924754746672202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112924754746672202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/10/dia-de-rancho.html' title='Dia de rancho'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-112907725983083361</id><published>2005-10-12T01:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T02:45:38.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde e' que eu assino?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/assino1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/assino1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me mandaram o contrato de estagio pelo correio. Assinei ligeirinho e mandei de volta no primeiro "post office" que eu achei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, eu comeco dia 24, e fico estagiando por dois meses. :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-112907725983083361?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/112907725983083361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=112907725983083361' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112907725983083361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112907725983083361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/10/onde-e-que-eu-assino.html' title='Onde e&apos; que eu assino?'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-112905724162650852</id><published>2005-10-11T19:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T20:01:54.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As luzes de Canary Wharf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/canary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/canary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis um bairro novo, ao leste. Guardadas as devidas proporcoes, e' uma especie de Manhattan londrina. Sao predios enormes, que podem ser vistos ate' do centro de Londres. Esta imagem foi tirada agora a noite, na beira do Tamisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou morando em Limehouse, um bairro onde existe uma estacao de DLR (trem conectado aos terminais de metro) com o mesmo nome. Da minha casa, levo no maximo 20 minutos ate' chegar neste que e' um dos bairros comerciais mais caros do mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-112905724162650852?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/112905724162650852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=112905724162650852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112905724162650852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112905724162650852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/10/as-luzes-de-canary-wharf.html' title='As luzes de Canary Wharf'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-112889922288367054</id><published>2005-10-10T00:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T00:07:02.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora todo mundo pode comentar!</title><content type='html'>Pra voce que  me reclamou antes que era dificil comentar os posts do meu blog, seus problemas acabaram!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos garantimos. Tente voce tambem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-112889922288367054?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/112889922288367054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=112889922288367054' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112889922288367054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112889922288367054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/10/agora-todo-mundo-pode-comentar.html' title='Agora todo mundo pode comentar!'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-112889809063127243</id><published>2005-10-09T23:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:51:19.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma certa adoracao pelo Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/DSC01121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/DSC01121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao e' dificil encontrar referencias do nosso pais quando a gente sai andando por Londres. A gente e' muito fashion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-112889809063127243?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/112889809063127243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=112889809063127243' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112889809063127243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112889809063127243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/10/uma-certa-adoracao-pelo-brasil.html' title='Uma certa adoracao pelo Brasil'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-112860258244650690</id><published>2005-10-06T13:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T13:47:28.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um presente logo na chegada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/DSC00936_tratada1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/DSC00936_tratada1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Clique na foto e veja Londres como eu vi pela primeira vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram por volta de 7:30 da manha de sabado, 24 de setembro de 2005. Um sol como ha tempos eu nao via. O 747-400 da British Airways precisava de liberacao da pista de pouso do aeroporto de Heathrow. Isso fez com que dessemos alguns passeios sobre a cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram uns 15 minutos sobrevoando praticamente todas as regioes da cidade. Varias fotos. O parlamento, London Eye, Trafalgar Square, o Tamisa. Um verdadeiro presente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-112860258244650690?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/112860258244650690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=112860258244650690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112860258244650690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112860258244650690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/10/um-presente-logo-na-chegada.html' title='Um presente logo na chegada'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-112852510480568170</id><published>2005-10-05T16:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T16:14:01.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A adoravel Rainha Victoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/DSC01117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/DSC01117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nao sei se era imposicao ou a mais genuina adoracao da plebe britanica do seculo XIX. O fato e' que nao ouvi nenhum outro nome por mais vezes aqui. Ela assumiu o trono na em 1834 (ateh isso eu ja' decorei!), e nele ficou por uns 40 anos. Casou com o Rei Alberto, alemao, e parece que formavam um casal muito feliz, ao menos e' o que diz a lenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O estilo vitoriano e' o que mais caracteriza Londres, naquelas casas estreitas e altas, envidracadas na frente e nos lados pra aproveitar melhor a escassa luminosidade do inverno. As roupas da sua epoca eram menos rebuscadas, com tracos mais retos e elegantes. Os homens vestiam um troco estranho que lembra muito os fraques usados nos casamentos. E cristal, muito cristal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa rainha tinha estilo. Mas tenho a impressao que ela gostava de sentar o porrete em quem contrariasse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-112852510480568170?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/112852510480568170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=112852510480568170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112852510480568170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112852510480568170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/10/adoravel-rainha-victoria.html' title='A adoravel Rainha Victoria'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-112852420702812215</id><published>2005-10-05T15:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T15:56:47.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora com laptop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/DSC01132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/DSC01132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pesquisei o quanto pude. Pechinchei. Olhei todos os sites de venda disponiveis, e ainda por cima visitei umas 3 vezes o feirao de computadores de Bayswater. E' um mercado de indianos e muculmanos, onde se corta cabelo por £ 5 e compra-se artigos originais e falsificados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fim, achei num site a proposta por este Dell, com configuracao excelente para o trabalho com programas graficos. Paguei £ 400. Compra melhor nao poderia ter feito, nao tem nenhum arranhao, parece zero km. O cara que me vendeu e' sul africano, trabalha numa multinacional e quis se livrar logo pra comprar outro melhor ainda. Sorte minha, porque um novo igual a este custaria mais de $ 900.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-112852420702812215?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/112852420702812215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=112852420702812215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112852420702812215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112852420702812215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/10/agora-com-laptop.html' title='Agora com laptop'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-112829297427110319</id><published>2005-10-02T23:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:48:42.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Salmao nosso de cada dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/DSC01109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/DSC01109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui salmao e quase como feijao com arroz. Barato, barato. Essa foto foi tirada na cozinha aqui de casa, preparado pelo Aparecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-112829297427110319?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/112829297427110319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=112829297427110319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112829297427110319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112829297427110319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/10/salmao-nosso-de-cada-dia.html' title='Salmao nosso de cada dia'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-112827010162337307</id><published>2005-10-02T17:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T15:31:53.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivendo em Londres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/londonfotos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="303" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/londonfotos1.jpg" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ainda nao da pra dizer que eu me sinto um morador daqui. Mas ja estou naquela fase de conhecer as rotinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alimentacao nao eh o fim do mundo, e sendo mao de vaca como eu, dah pra comer bem e de maneira saudavel. Leia-se: sanduiches naturais, iogurtes, leite semi desnatado, sushis, etc. Achei um supermercado bem pertinho de casa, aqui em Limehouse (zona leste de Londres). Eh tipo um Carrefour soh de comidas. Pouca variedade, mas preco bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O frio ainda nao ta assustando. Mas estamos recem no fim do verao, inicio do outono. Tem feito temperaturas parecidas com as de Porto Alegre em setembro, quando viajei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou me considerando ainda em ferias, porque meu estagio na Wheel soh vai comecar daqui a um pouco mais de uma semana. Entao, agora, vou aproveitar pra continuar a minha serie de passeios a pe. To querendo ir para o sul, Chelsea, Wimbledon. E tambem conhecer Greenwich. Era pra ter viajado para Brighton neste final de semana, a convite da Clarice. Mas deu desencontro, eu acabei saindo por aqui ontem, com o Paulo, meu amigo de Porto Alegre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, muita coisa acontecendo, muita informacao. Fica ateh dificil escrever um post direito!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-112827010162337307?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/112827010162337307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=112827010162337307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112827010162337307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112827010162337307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/10/vivendo-em-londres.html' title='Vivendo em Londres'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-112819867102611621</id><published>2005-10-01T21:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T00:54:22.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vendido! Vendido!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote id="796f6f56"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/DSC01105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/DSC01105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu, com a camisa da selecao inglesa de futebol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-112819867102611621?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/112819867102611621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=112819867102611621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112819867102611621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112819867102611621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/10/vendido-vendido.html' title='Vendido! Vendido!'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-112808892665054079</id><published>2005-09-30T14:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T00:56:47.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontro com a Frida Kahlo</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote id="796f6f56"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/DSC01082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/DSC01082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ontem eu combinei com a Giu, minha amiga e ex- colega de Gad, de irmos ao Tate Museum ver a exposicao da Frida Kahlo. Muito, muito bacana. Pra quem viu o filme (aquele mesmo em que conseguiram deixar a Salma Hayek feia), e' bastante inspirador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Frida parecia ser uma mulher muito narcisita, pela quantidade de auto-retratos. Mas em todos eles, ha um contexto diferente. O que mais me chamou atencao foi "As duas Fridas". Uma frida, jovem, com as roupas tipicas mexicanas. Outra, mais velha, com roupas de madame e um coracao partido. Ainda bem que nao existia prozac na epoca, pra frear o instinto criativo dessa mulher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e a Giu demos um passeio muito grande durante a tarde. Fomos ateh a Oxford, porque ela tava querendo comprar uma nova capa para o celular. Eu fiz cambio e procurei laptops, mas nao achei nenhuma oferta barata. Enfim, vou dar um jeito de conseguir algum barato, nem que seja de segunda mao. To de olho num powerbook da Apple, usado, de um frances, que eu achei num site de compra e venda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas soh pra arrematar, conheci a regiao de Camden, bem perto de onde a Giu ta morando. Aquele lugar e' otimo para passar a noite, varios pubs e um canal que tem comunicacao com o Tamisa. Tenho que voltar de dia pra tirar varias fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, assim que eu comprar meu laptop, vou comecar a publicar os registros desses meus dias de turista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-112808892665054079?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/112808892665054079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=112808892665054079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112808892665054079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112808892665054079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/09/encontro-com-frida-kahlo.html' title='Encontro com a Frida Kahlo'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-112798298233869384</id><published>2005-09-29T09:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:30:19.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O estagio vai rolar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/DSC01017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/DSC01017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela entrevista que eu fiz na Wheel deu mesmo resultados. Vou fazer um estagio de 2 semanas, nao remunerado, em uma das maiores empresas de projetos de web da Inglaterra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os caras sao grandes e muito estruturados, fora que tem um trabalho muito bacana. Atendem clientes como British Telecom, Ikea, Starbucks, Brahma... Isso mesmo, a nossa Brahma, que lancou sua marca internacionalmente ha alguns meses. Era isso, em breve, novidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. To muito feliz com essa oportunidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na foto, eu e o Paulo, meu amigao de Porto Alegre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-112798298233869384?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/112798298233869384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=112798298233869384' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112798298233869384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112798298233869384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/09/o-estagio-vai-rolar.html' title='O estagio vai rolar!'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-112789994417249470</id><published>2005-09-28T10:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:32:24.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eis a Abbey Road!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/DSC01038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/DSC01038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-112789994417249470?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/112789994417249470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=112789994417249470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112789994417249470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112789994417249470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/09/eis-abbey-road.html' title='Eis a Abbey Road!'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-112781814728402077</id><published>2005-09-27T11:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T11:51:32.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Outras coisas em topicos</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No dia que eu cheguei e fui dar uma volta com o Aparecido, amigo do Paulo, bateu aquela fome. Eu queria comer fish &amp; chips (ou seria o contrario), mas nao tinha nada por perto. A fome tava pegando e acabamos no Burger King. A atendente, uma loirinha de olhos azuis, viu que eu falava portugues, e se identificou:&lt;br /&gt;-- Sou de Porto Alegre. Faco arquitetura na Ritter, e tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comprei um celular. A operadora eh Virgin. Aquela mesma marca de loja, companhia aerea, CDs, lojas de departamentos, e por aih vai. Nao duvido que tenham magnesia bisurada no catalogo. O numero eh:&lt;br /&gt;+44 0772211 9685&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ontem, segunda-feira, fui fazer uma entrevista na empresa com quem eu agendei visita aqui no Brasil. Talvez role um estagio de 2 semanas. Vai valer a pena, porque eh uma das maiores da Europa em projetos de web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A noite, o Paulo me ligou e comvidou pra ir na Lenceister Square, uma area central da cidade, meio boemia, que fica ao redor da praca que leva o nome. Lah tem uma estatua do Chaplin, que nem todo mundo sabe, mas eh londrino. Tirei muita foto. Eu, o Paulo e a Manuela, a guria que ele ta saindo, ficamos de papo num pub ateh umas 22:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O saldo de bate papos no metro ontem foi bacana! Conversei com uma australiana, um italiano e duas mulheres locais que fazem mestrado em comunicacao. Eh bem legal sair conversando com a galera no metro, porque todo mundo eh muito simpatico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ontem fiz uma caminhada grande durante a tarde. Andei por Wesminster, Picadilly, Soho. Tem uma exposicao do Salvador Dali, gigantesca e muito interessante rolando bem na frente do London Eye. Mas nao entrei ontem porque eu tava meio cansado de tanto caminhar, nao iria dar pra aproveitar. Eram 10 pounds de ingresso. O London Eye, visto de perto, eh assustador! Muito grande, tirei varias fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Por falar em fotos, tirei varias ontem, mas nao to conseguindo trata-las nem postar aqui no Blog porque ainda to sem computador. Em breve vou comprar um!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu, ateh a proxima!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-112781814728402077?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/112781814728402077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=112781814728402077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112781814728402077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112781814728402077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/09/outras-coisas-em-topicos_27.html' title='Outras coisas em topicos'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-112775104678438394</id><published>2005-09-26T16:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:10:46.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em solo britanico</title><content type='html'>To bem. Cheguei. Tah tudo ok. E essa cidade eh du c*********!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fiquei 9h em Guarulhos, naquele aerporto grande e sem nada pra fazer. Mas fiz dois amigos, e conversamos um tempao sobre os 173 diferentes idiomas das tribos indigenas que viviam no Brasil antes do descobrimento. Um dos caras eh academico na holanda.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peguei a janelinha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do meu lado, uma medica chinesa que mora em Londres ha 10 anos. Muito simpatica, deu pra por o ingles a prova. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To na casa onde mora o Paulo, meu amigao de Porto Alegre, que tah aqui ha 4 meses. Sao 9 pessoas dividas em 5 quartos. To sozinho no meu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quando eu cheguei, o Paulo nao tava. Quem me recebeu foi o Aparecido. Eu e o Aparecido demos uma volta por Westminster. Fotografei o Big Ben, antes que me perguntem eheh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Domingo, ou seja, ontem, dei uma volta com o Denis, e a gente foi numa feira, a 100%Design, de mobiliario. Muito bacana a feira. A mulher do Denis, a Samira, estava trabalhando no evento, e a gente caminhou pra caramba. A noite, a Samira me emprestou o casaquinho, porque eu inventei de sair de casa soh de camiseta. Depois tenho que devolver.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As inglesas realmente tem muitos atributos dos americanos e pouquissimos atributos dos brasileiros.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No inicio eu achava du c**** o auto falante gritando Mind the Gap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Encontrei a Karen minha ex-coordenadora de Gad na fila do check-in em Porto Alegre, acompanhada do Marcelo, marido. Ela foi viajar pro Chile com a familia. Lah deve ser muito bacana, hein!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-112775104678438394?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/112775104678438394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=112775104678438394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112775104678438394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112775104678438394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/09/em-solo-britanico.html' title='Em solo britanico'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-112741028259308508</id><published>2005-09-22T18:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T18:31:22.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mala? Contâiner, eu diria.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/1600/malas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5059/1629/320/malas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi difícil, mas acho que coube tudo. Ainda não fechei. Medo. Agradecimento especial à minha tia, que me fez desistir de levar um monte de tralhas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-112741028259308508?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/112741028259308508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=112741028259308508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112741028259308508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112741028259308508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/09/mala-continer-eu-diria.html' title='Mala? Contâiner, eu diria.'/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17006658.post-112741014083664059</id><published>2005-09-22T18:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T18:29:00.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Porto Alegre, 1:42 da manhã de 22 de setembro de 2005. Tá pronto o meu blog. Blog não. Quer dizer. Tá certo, eu tenho um certo preconceito com blogs. Sempre achei babaca, mas, acho que vai ser útil. Vai que eu gosto da idéia de ter um, né.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nome "Parcialmente Nublado" parece sugestivo, o tempo que me espera pela frente. Enfim, sejam bem vindos. Eis o &lt;a href="http://www.cacovaccaro.com.br/convite"&gt;convite&lt;/a&gt;, que eu mandei para os amigos para a minha despedida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17006658-112741014083664059?l=cacovaccaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/feeds/112741014083664059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17006658&amp;postID=112741014083664059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112741014083664059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17006658/posts/default/112741014083664059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cacovaccaro.blogspot.com/2005/09/porto-alegre-142-da-manh-de-22-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Caco Vaccaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15395750294034450225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
