<?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-1132324051376826103</id><updated>2011-10-31T19:26:00.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogiz</title><subtitle type='html'>Um diário, nem sempre diário. Conteúdo ora denso, ora leve. Varia conforme as fases da Lua e o humor dessa que escreve. Pílulas do cotidiano, exercício de escrita, anotações sobre o que vi, registros do que senti.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132324051376826103.post-7730207169612848089</id><published>2011-03-10T16:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:55:50.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consumado</title><content type='html'>Oiê. Agora estou aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.consumado.com.br/"&gt;www.consumado.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-7730207169612848089?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/7730207169612848089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=7730207169612848089' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7730207169612848089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7730207169612848089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2011/03/consumado.html' title='Consumado'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-7848592352257419200</id><published>2010-12-23T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T13:02:23.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planos para 2011</title><content type='html'>1) Me cuidar&lt;br /&gt;2) Cuidar dos meus&lt;br /&gt;3) Ficar doidona com a Amy Winehouse&lt;br /&gt;4) Levar minha filha para a praia&lt;br /&gt;5) Comprar uma mochila chique para colocar o notebook&lt;br /&gt;6) Ir ao Amparo Maternal&lt;br /&gt;7) Reunir o lixo eletrônico da família e doar&lt;br /&gt;8) Ficar com as amigas -- aquelas que sobreviveram a 2010&lt;br /&gt;9) Investir em meus projetos pessoais&lt;br /&gt;10) Instituir alguns feriados pessoais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-7848592352257419200?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/7848592352257419200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=7848592352257419200' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7848592352257419200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7848592352257419200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/12/planos-para-2011.html' title='Planos para 2011'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-176015932039400480</id><published>2010-12-07T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T05:09:20.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu que fiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://luxo.ig.com.br/objetosdedesejo/leica+ganha+casa+no+brasil/n1237846916227.html"&gt;Leica no Brasil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-176015932039400480?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/176015932039400480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=176015932039400480' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/176015932039400480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/176015932039400480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-que-fiz.html' title='Eu que fiz'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-7836272337492275583</id><published>2010-11-29T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T05:19:14.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comercial Canon</title><content type='html'>Espero a hora do intervalo para ver esse comercial da Canon. Apaixonei. Estou viciada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kiQN3_U4Oc"&gt;Igrejas - You Tube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-7836272337492275583?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/7836272337492275583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=7836272337492275583' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7836272337492275583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7836272337492275583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/11/comercial-canon.html' title='Comercial Canon'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-371787899151535290</id><published>2010-11-29T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T05:06:20.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu que fiz</title><content type='html'>Matéria minha no iG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://luxo.ig.com.br/lazereprazer/memoria+olfativa/n1237839156662.html"&gt;Memória olfativa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem quer ler?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-371787899151535290?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/371787899151535290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=371787899151535290' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/371787899151535290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/371787899151535290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-que-fiz.html' title='Eu que fiz'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-1119762052138818384</id><published>2010-11-09T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T08:12:14.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wagner Moura, o canceriano</title><content type='html'>Faço minhas meias palavras do ator Wagner Moura em entrevista à revista Lola:&lt;br /&gt;"... eu ainda acredito no ser humano. Sou um baiano canceriano. Ou seja, um completo babaca."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-1119762052138818384?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/1119762052138818384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=1119762052138818384' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1119762052138818384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1119762052138818384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/11/wagner-moura-o-canceriano.html' title='Wagner Moura, o canceriano'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-7596196131823669167</id><published>2010-10-20T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:27:31.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plano para hoje ou para amanhã?</title><content type='html'>Hoje é 20/10/2010. Conversando com um amigo que está passando por um turbilhão pessoal, resolvemos fazer planos para uma próxima data cabalística: 20/10/2012 (20/10/2020 é muito longe). Fiz minha lista:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* passear com Maria Clara e seu irmão (ã)&lt;br /&gt;* trabalhar num lugar alegre, que preserve as relações humanas, onde eu possa exercitar minha criatividade e jogar minhas ideias ao vento&lt;br /&gt;* estar mais magra e me exercitando (desde os 13 anos esse item entra na lista)&lt;br /&gt;* já vou ter feito uma deliciosa viagem para a Itália com meu marido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você? Onde estará e o que estará fazendo em 20/10/2012?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O exercício é bacana mas, depois de trocarmos ideias, tomamos uma outra decisão. Nada de fazer planos. Vamos viver um dia de cada vez. É isso que a vida tenta nos ensinar. Decisão apenas para hj à noite: ir ao cinema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-7596196131823669167?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/7596196131823669167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=7596196131823669167' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7596196131823669167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7596196131823669167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/10/plano-para-hoje-ou-para-amanha.html' title='Plano para hoje ou para amanhã?'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-3963894406634385046</id><published>2010-10-14T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T15:14:41.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quatro estações</title><content type='html'>Lendo: O tempo entre costuras&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Stancey Kent&lt;br /&gt;Cheirando: lavanda&lt;br /&gt;Comendo: Kit Kat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-3963894406634385046?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/3963894406634385046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=3963894406634385046' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/3963894406634385046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/3963894406634385046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/10/quatro-estacoes.html' title='Quatro estações'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-160293979207719145</id><published>2010-09-01T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T11:50:41.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow geral</title><content type='html'>Depois do slow food, slow travel e slow fashion, a onda agora é o slow reading, que prega a leitura amena e concentrada de livros em contraposição à leitura frenética que a tela do computador nos proporciona. Fiquei pensando no assunto e acho que várias outras searas da vida merecem o mesmo tratamento slow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slow friend&lt;/strong&gt;: encontros tranquilos com amigas e amigos para o papo rolar calmamente, sem sobressaltos, sem preocupação com o relógio ou com os afazeres do dia seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slow mobilidade&lt;/strong&gt;: ir de um lugar a outro a pé, andando devagar, olhando o entorno, aproveitando a cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vocês? Dariam um slow a quê ou a quem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-160293979207719145?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/160293979207719145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=160293979207719145' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/160293979207719145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/160293979207719145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/09/slow-geral.html' title='Slow geral'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-6196349464176569287</id><published>2010-08-19T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T06:47:51.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O preço da magrela</title><content type='html'>Não levanto a bandeira do ciclismo por pura falta de.... bicicleta. Mas cobrar R$ 30, 00 em um estacionamento de Pinheiros para deixar uma hora a bike é demais, não? A justificativa: o seguro não cobre e bicicletas são muito visadas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-6196349464176569287?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/6196349464176569287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=6196349464176569287' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/6196349464176569287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/6196349464176569287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-preco-da-magrela.html' title='O preço da magrela'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-2764499115846479701</id><published>2010-08-05T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T07:46:11.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palmadas?</title><content type='html'>Contardo Calligaris resume hoje a discussão sobre a lei anti-palmadas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sou absolutamente contra qualquer castigo físico. Sou também contra a extensão do poder do Estado no campo da vida privada, por temperamento anárquico e porque sou convencido que, neste campo, as famílias erram muito, mas o Estado, quase sempre, erra mais."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-2764499115846479701?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/2764499115846479701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=2764499115846479701' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2764499115846479701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2764499115846479701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/08/palmadas.html' title='Palmadas?'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-3245251495562908786</id><published>2010-07-21T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T14:54:40.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resistência musical</title><content type='html'>Sou completamente antiquada no quesito musical. Ainda compro CD. Tenho preguiça de baixar música na internet. Assim como eu, tem uma loja de CDs perto da minha casa que parou no tempo. O dono está ali há doze anos, quando existiam dez concorrentes no bairro. Hoje é só ele (não incluimos Lojas Americanas, por exemplo). Há três anos ele tinha dois funcionários. Agora é só ele. Ele abre a loja cedo. Coloca música boa para quem estiver na rua ouvir. Diz que vai resistir até quando puder. E brinca: "não vai dar para eu comprar minha Ferrari esse ano, vou deixar para o próximo." Enquanto ele estiver lá, terá ao menos uma cliente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-3245251495562908786?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/3245251495562908786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=3245251495562908786' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/3245251495562908786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/3245251495562908786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/07/resistencia-musical.html' title='Resistência musical'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-4960065281195526872</id><published>2010-07-16T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T08:40:49.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por escrito</title><content type='html'>No mês do meu aniversário, recebi diversos emails de lojas me parabenizando e até me oferecendo descontos. Mas me surpreendi quando cheguei em casa e tinha um cartão muito fofo da Isabela Capeto escrita com caneta. Bic, espero. Que bom que ainda mandamos cartões. E que sensação gostosa receber algo personalizado e singelo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-4960065281195526872?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/4960065281195526872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=4960065281195526872' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4960065281195526872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4960065281195526872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/07/por-escrito.html' title='Por escrito'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-7065877016980478392</id><published>2010-06-30T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:50:25.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comer, rezar e amar</title><content type='html'>Comer, Rezar e Amar, o livro de Elizabeth Gilbert, é mais do que um best seller. Além do filme estrelado por Julia Roberts, a publicação tornou-se inspiração para produtos. Algumas marcas americanas fizeram acessórios baseados no livro e até um linha de perfumes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-7065877016980478392?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/7065877016980478392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=7065877016980478392' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7065877016980478392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7065877016980478392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/06/comer-rezar-e-amar.html' title='Comer, rezar e amar'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-5378889098659353536</id><published>2010-06-23T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:15:52.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Descomplique</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDSj-gzwyxE/TCKHS3u2L3I/AAAAAAAAADU/Mf7Z29faVD4/s1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486096054358519666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDSj-gzwyxE/TCKHS3u2L3I/AAAAAAAAADU/Mf7Z29faVD4/s320/blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha querida amiga Vanessa Barone vai lançar o livro Descomplique. Ainda não li, mas tenho certeza que ela imprimiu nas páginas sua visão mais próxima da realidade e sem afetação sobre moda. Depois conto mais!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-5378889098659353536?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/5378889098659353536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=5378889098659353536' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/5378889098659353536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/5378889098659353536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/06/descomplique.html' title='Descomplique'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDSj-gzwyxE/TCKHS3u2L3I/AAAAAAAAADU/Mf7Z29faVD4/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132324051376826103.post-6009292834889657714</id><published>2010-06-22T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T13:34:14.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni du ni tê...</title><content type='html'>Ana Capri é uma loja de calçados do grupo Arezzo. Eles inauguraram alguns pontos há pouco mais de um ano, posicionados com preço mais acessível. Acontece que Ana Capri mudou. Totalmente. A vitrine da loja no Itaim já mostra sua nova cara: sapatilhas de mil cores e estampas. Tudo a R$ 80. Loucura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-6009292834889657714?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/6009292834889657714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=6009292834889657714' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/6009292834889657714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/6009292834889657714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/06/uni-du-ni-te.html' title='Uni du ni tê...'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-3857195506196707566</id><published>2010-06-15T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T07:00:15.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roupa encalhada</title><content type='html'>Outro dia fui ao shopping trocar um vestido que comprei durante um surto consumista. Não tinha nada a ver comigo, nunca usaria. Durante a troca, papo vai papo vem, conversei com os vendedores sobre peças que acabam encalhando no armário. A vendedora falou sobre uma saia bandage que comprou e nunca vestiu. O vendedor contou sobre uma calça jeans com corte todo torto que está encalhada.E vc? Tem alguma roupa esquecida no guarda-roupa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-3857195506196707566?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/3857195506196707566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=3857195506196707566' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/3857195506196707566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/3857195506196707566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/06/roupa-encalhada.html' title='Roupa encalhada'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-2870798218546489526</id><published>2010-05-31T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T14:53:52.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maio e o pop-up office</title><content type='html'>Curioso que eu tenha escrito o último post no meio de maio e esteja voltando só agora no último dia do mês. Não sei se este ano terei outro mês assim: lotado de reviravoltas, emoções, choros, discussões, decisões e pensamentos. Um maio histórico. E o dia de hoje exemplifica bem o final de uma fase e o início de outra. Acabei de instituir o pop-up office, inspirado na ideia da pop-up store. Pela manhã trabalhei em um café na rua de casa, à tarde me instalei no Drops, em seguida fui para a Barra Funda, teclar na redação do Valor. Assim, em poucos minutos, montei um escritório aqui, depois ali. E vamos em frente porque outros maios estão porvir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-2870798218546489526?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/2870798218546489526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=2870798218546489526' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2870798218546489526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2870798218546489526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/05/maio-e-o-pop-up-office.html' title='Maio e o pop-up office'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-416964915522411990</id><published>2010-05-17T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T10:52:08.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, alô bebê!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Sabe como fazer para resgatar pontos no cartão fidelidade da Alô Bebê? Ligar na central de atendimento, esperar, esperar, esperar, pedir a documentação, confirmar dados e aguardar a loja ligar dizendo que as informações estão lá. Pode? Na hora de oferecer o cartão, nenhuma lojista avisa desse perrengue todo. Quem vai querer ser fiel a uma burocarcia dessa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-416964915522411990?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/416964915522411990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=416964915522411990' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/416964915522411990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/416964915522411990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-alo-bebe.html' title='Hello, alô bebê!?!?!'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-1013235445278641532</id><published>2010-04-28T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:36:35.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teste Drive I e II</title><content type='html'>Sobre a expansão do shopping Cidade Jardim, que será inaugurada oficialmente amanhã: o posicionamento de luxo ficou pra trás, mas também não remete a varejão. Continua aconchegante por causa da arquitetura e com um mix mais pé no chão. Tem Kopenhagen, Empório Árabe, loja da Hering menorzinha, multimarcas Maria do Rio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisa lingerie: pertinho de casa, fui no dia que inaugurou. Gostei muito. Estampas lindinhas, pijaminhas fofos, preço melhor ainda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-1013235445278641532?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/1013235445278641532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=1013235445278641532' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1013235445278641532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1013235445278641532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/04/teste-drive-i-e-ii.html' title='Teste Drive I e II'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-8541574746248293684</id><published>2010-04-22T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T14:06:31.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre catálogos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDSj-gzwyxE/S9C6CHpsa_I/AAAAAAAAADM/btKKgWBPTvk/s1600/missoni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDSj-gzwyxE/S9C6CHpsa_I/AAAAAAAAADM/btKKgWBPTvk/s320/missoni.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463070893576842226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catálogo de moda não pode pecar pelo excesso, o que significa desperdício de material. Gosto daqueles que são simples e criativos. Dois bons exemplos chegaram aqui: O da Marisa Ribeiro, com capa de papel feito com algodão e o da Missoni, uma coleção de fotografias da tradicional família italiana. O da Missoni é também a publicidade da marca nesta mês de abril/maio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-8541574746248293684?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/8541574746248293684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=8541574746248293684' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8541574746248293684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8541574746248293684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/04/sobre-catalogos.html' title='Sobre catálogos'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDSj-gzwyxE/S9C6CHpsa_I/AAAAAAAAADM/btKKgWBPTvk/s72-c/missoni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132324051376826103.post-3111305325117096378</id><published>2010-04-19T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T09:01:38.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mídia Cruzada</title><content type='html'>No blog da &lt;a href="http://www.blogfarmrio.com.br/?interna=Lw="&gt;Farm&lt;/a&gt; vimos que as blogueiras de moda foram as primeiras a conhecer a coleção da marca. A Blue Chip deu uma nota que repercutiu..... no blog da Farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-3111305325117096378?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/3111305325117096378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=3111305325117096378' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/3111305325117096378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/3111305325117096378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/04/midia-cruzada.html' title='Mídia Cruzada'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-1293666117586674631</id><published>2010-04-07T13:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:52:39.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>O fracasso não é, nem de longe, tão ruim quanto a inércia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-1293666117586674631?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/1293666117586674631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=1293666117586674631' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1293666117586674631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1293666117586674631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/04/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-2042225957727271887</id><published>2010-04-06T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:46:50.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Páginas brasileiras</title><content type='html'>Nos próximos meses, três revistas "de respeito" vão trazer matérias sobre o Brasil. São elas: &lt;a href="http://www.monocle.com/"&gt;Monocle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wallpaper.com/"&gt;Wallpaper&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://www.cntraveller.com/"&gt;Conde Nast Traveller&lt;/a&gt;. Estou curiosa. Fala-se que o mundo está de olho no Brasil, resta saber o que passa por estes olhares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-2042225957727271887?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/2042225957727271887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=2042225957727271887' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2042225957727271887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2042225957727271887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/04/paginas-brasileiras.html' title='Páginas brasileiras'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-4824590883498546195</id><published>2010-03-26T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T09:56:43.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você quer ter razão ou ser feliz?</title><content type='html'>Este é o título de um dos capítulos do livro Brigadeiro, de Juliana Motter (Ed Panda). A pergunta levou Juliana a abandonar a carreira jornalística para se dedicar aos brigadeiros gourmets de sua &lt;a href="http://www.mariabrigadeiro.com.br"&gt;Maria Brigadeiro&lt;/a&gt;. Questionamento que vale pra todos.&lt;br /&gt;A propósito, ela acaba de abrir uma loja, fica na Capote Valente 68.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-4824590883498546195?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/4824590883498546195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=4824590883498546195' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4824590883498546195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4824590883498546195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/03/voce-quer-ter-razao-ou-ser-feliz.html' title='Você quer ter razão ou ser feliz?'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-4353678983824654510</id><published>2010-03-15T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:54:31.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quatro estações</title><content type='html'>Lendo: A menina que não sabia ler, John Harding&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;Cheirando:pão feito pelo marido&lt;br /&gt;Comendo: biscoitinho de flor de laranjeira do Mosteiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-4353678983824654510?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/4353678983824654510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=4353678983824654510' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4353678983824654510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4353678983824654510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/03/quatro-estacoes.html' title='Quatro estações'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-4846679769259730321</id><published>2010-03-09T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T08:47:53.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Provador</title><content type='html'>Você entra no provador da loja para experimentar um vestido. Veste o dito cujo. Quando vai tirá-lo, só ouve o barulho de algo descosturado. Confirmado. Você acaba de rasgar o vestido. O que faz:&lt;br /&gt;a) Embola a roupa com as outras peças e não conta nada pra vendedora&lt;br /&gt;b) Avisa a vendedora, pede desculpas e promete que vai levar o regime a sério.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optei pela segunda opção.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-4846679769259730321?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/4846679769259730321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=4846679769259730321' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4846679769259730321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4846679769259730321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/03/provador.html' title='Provador'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-8314777888351763553</id><published>2010-02-24T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T09:05:51.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lá da venda</title><content type='html'>Me lembrou Juiz de Fora, me lembrou Chácara, me lembrou Andrade Costa, enfim, me lembrou infância. Como nostalgia é comigo mesmo, indico uma ida ao &lt;a href="http://www.ladavenda.com.br/"&gt;Lá da Venda&lt;/a&gt;, mix de restaurante com armazém. Na lojinha tem até novelos e agulhas de tricô. &lt;br /&gt;É na Rua Harmonia, 161, Vila Madalena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-8314777888351763553?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/8314777888351763553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=8314777888351763553' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8314777888351763553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8314777888351763553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-da-venda.html' title='Lá da venda'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-9202026049203898034</id><published>2010-02-11T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:24:55.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>São Luiz do Paraitinga</title><content type='html'>Meu cunhado gosta de São Luiz do Paraitinga. Isso já basta para eu curtir também. Não que eu goste de tudo que ele gosta. No reino das pelotas, por exemplo, temos nossas diferenças. Mas são poucas. Eu gosto de São Luiz do Paraitinga. Por causa do meu cunhado. E também porque foi lá que batizei minha afilhada, experimentei o maior sanduíche de todos os tempos, pulei carnaval e vivi meu grande amor. Eu vou pular por São Luiz. Vamos? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capital paulista recebe Carnaval beneficente de marchinhas de SL do Paraitinga &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As fortes chuvas impediram que a cidade de São Luiz do Paraitinga recebesse nesse ano o tradicional Carnaval de marchinhas, que reúne foliões de todo o país em desfiles de blocos pelas ruas e em shows de bandas locais no coreto central do pólo turístico. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas os frequentadores de São Luiz têm ao menos um motivo para comemorar: no próximo dia 20 de fevereiro, a capital Paulista recebe nas dependências do Sport Club Corinthians Paulista, na Rua São Jorge, 777, Tatuapé, a tradicional festa de Carnaval da cidade, animada por cinco das tradicionais bandas que fazem a alegria do carnaval de rua do interior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O evento beneficente "São Luiz, sempre te quis, conte comigo" terá início a partir das 17 horas. Desfilarão no palco montado em uma arena nas dependências do clube as bandas: Lokomotiva Kabereka; Tânia Moradei e Banda; Confrete; Estrambelhados, e Quar d’Mata. Os shows terão a duração aproximada de uma hora e meia cada. O folião poderá matar as saudades das marchinhas de blocos como Barbosa, Juca Telles, Maricota, Pé Na Cova, Bloco do Lençol, entre muitos outros. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os ingressos terão preço único de R$ 40 e começam a ser vendidos nesta quinta-feira, dia 04 de fevereiro, na rede credenciada Ingresso Mais. Toda a renda arrecadada será revertida para a reconstrução da cidade, devastada pelas chuvas do final de 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pontos de venda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Parque São Jorge &lt;br /&gt;2. Estádio do Pacaembu &lt;br /&gt;3. Estacionamento VR Park, Av. Lins de Vasconcelos, 1.506 - Cambuci &lt;br /&gt;4. Estacionamento VR Park, Rua da Consolaçao, 2.265 - Consolaçao &lt;br /&gt;5. Auto Posto de Gasolina, Rua Conselheiro Furtado, 974 - Liberdade &lt;br /&gt;6. Estacionamento VR Park, Rua França Pinto, 554 - Vila Mariana &lt;br /&gt;7. Estacionamento VR Park, Rua Basílio da Gama, esquina com rua Gabus Mendes, República &lt;br /&gt;8. Loja Poderoso Timão Rua São Bento &lt;br /&gt;9. Loja Poderoso Timão Shopping Bonsucesso - Guarulhos &lt;br /&gt;10. Loja Poderoso Timão Shopping Marechal Plaza - São Bernardo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-9202026049203898034?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/9202026049203898034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=9202026049203898034' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/9202026049203898034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/9202026049203898034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/02/meu-cunhado-gosta-de-sao-luiz-do.html' title='São Luiz do Paraitinga'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-1454161179681069895</id><published>2010-02-11T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:17:10.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canção declaração</title><content type='html'>Heroes &amp; Saints&lt;br /&gt;Nikolaj Grandjean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the lights down&lt;br /&gt;Rest your case&lt;br /&gt;Leave me lonely, sugar&lt;br /&gt;This honeymoon is alright&lt;br /&gt;State your rights lightly&lt;br /&gt;Leave your wicked minds outside&lt;br /&gt;Time has come, to rest these tired eyes&lt;br /&gt;Forever on, these sacred given vows will sit around by me&lt;br /&gt;They're stronger than anything, than anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night is allright&lt;br /&gt;Night is okay&lt;br /&gt;Inside your arms the right fire&lt;br /&gt;God forbid, we'll get ourselves burned!&lt;br /&gt;Heroes and saints, better stand by our side now&lt;br /&gt;By our side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason says -&lt;br /&gt;Please don't break,&lt;br /&gt;Fortune is the way it swings&lt;br /&gt;Surely we'll get by.&lt;br /&gt;Treason lives, and whenever I preach&lt;br /&gt;Deep within, these promises fade.&lt;br /&gt;For lullaby song on these nights of ours&lt;br /&gt;Place our bets in here&lt;br /&gt;To be stronger than anything&lt;br /&gt;Than anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night is allright&lt;br /&gt;Night is okay&lt;br /&gt;Inside your arms the right fire&lt;br /&gt;God forbid, we'll get ourselves burned!&lt;br /&gt;Heroes and saints, better stand by our side now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night is allright&lt;br /&gt;Night is okay&lt;br /&gt;Inside your arms the right fire&lt;br /&gt;God forbid, we'll get ourselves burned!&lt;br /&gt;Heroes and saints stand by our side now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night is allright&lt;br /&gt;Night is okay&lt;br /&gt;Inside your arms the right fire&lt;br /&gt;God forbid, we'll get ourselves burned!&lt;br /&gt;Heroes and saints stand by our side now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On these lonely nights of ours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-1454161179681069895?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/1454161179681069895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=1454161179681069895' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1454161179681069895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1454161179681069895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/02/cancao-declaracao.html' title='Canção declaração'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-8797847770747804144</id><published>2010-02-11T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:14:41.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arte on line</title><content type='html'>Não param de aumentar as iniciativas de venda de obras de arte on line. Uma opção é a &lt;a href="http://www.cartazera.com.br"&gt;cartazêra&lt;/a&gt;. Dá uma olhada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-8797847770747804144?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/8797847770747804144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=8797847770747804144' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8797847770747804144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8797847770747804144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/02/arte-on-line.html' title='Arte on line'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-3286119807463101863</id><published>2010-02-01T13:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:37:21.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horizonte colorido</title><content type='html'>Esta segunda-feira foi muito quente, agradável e feliz. Não poderia terminar melhor. Depois da chuvarada, vi o arco-íris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-3286119807463101863?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/3286119807463101863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=3286119807463101863' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/3286119807463101863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/3286119807463101863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/02/horizonte-colorido.html' title='Horizonte colorido'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-4205068646213581050</id><published>2010-01-26T07:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:46:48.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nova infância</title><content type='html'>Dois meninos, por volta de 5 anos, no parquinho. Cada um carregava seu DVD portátil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-4205068646213581050?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/4205068646213581050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=4205068646213581050' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4205068646213581050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4205068646213581050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/01/nova-infancia.html' title='Nova infância'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-1892461224260294855</id><published>2010-01-26T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:46:16.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaquejada urbana</title><content type='html'>Comentário de um cidadão para outro enquanto observavam uma das vacas da Cow Parade: "É uma homenagem aos cornos da cidade."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-1892461224260294855?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/1892461224260294855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=1892461224260294855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1892461224260294855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1892461224260294855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/01/vaquejada-urbana.html' title='Vaquejada urbana'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-2858003436442398139</id><published>2010-01-20T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:21:38.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porta</title><content type='html'>Ser mãe é voltar à infância. Comprei um CD por acaso e me deparei com uma música da minha infância: A Porta, do Toquinho, gravada por Fabio Jr.&lt;br /&gt;"Fecho tudo no mundo, só fico aberta no céu." Amei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-2858003436442398139?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/2858003436442398139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=2858003436442398139' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2858003436442398139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2858003436442398139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/01/porta.html' title='Porta'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-7364300733845377139</id><published>2010-01-04T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:57:12.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe eterna</title><content type='html'>Conversando com minha mãe, ela contou que minha avó sabia fazer aquele bordado casinha de abelha, típico de roupas infantis. Se lamentava por não ter aprendido com ela, mas justificou: "Eu achava que minha mãe era eterna."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-7364300733845377139?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/7364300733845377139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=7364300733845377139' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7364300733845377139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7364300733845377139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2010/01/mae-eterna.html' title='Mãe eterna'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-8384104178396162621</id><published>2009-12-27T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T10:22:11.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem-vindo 2010</title><content type='html'>No último post de 2009, uma lista de desejos para 2010:&lt;br /&gt;1) Tomar um porre homérico&lt;br /&gt;2) Usar mais vestidos e saltos&lt;br /&gt;3) Variar mais, bem mais, a cor das unhas&lt;br /&gt;4) Tomar mais espumante com as amigas&lt;br /&gt;5) Brincar, rolar, dançar, cantar com minha filha&lt;br /&gt;6) Colocar uma peça no guarda-roupa só quanto tirar outra&lt;br /&gt;7) Tirar a sobrancelha nem que seja amarrada&lt;br /&gt;8) Oferecer flores&lt;br /&gt;9) Me divertir com meu marido&lt;br /&gt;10) Continuar fazendo o diário da minha filha&lt;br /&gt;11) Tirar mais fotos - e revelá-las, por favor&lt;br /&gt;12) Arrumar a casa para não acumular &lt;br /&gt;13) Escrever e ler sempre e mais&lt;br /&gt;14) Viajar um bocadinho&lt;br /&gt;15) Don't worry, be happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-8384104178396162621?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/8384104178396162621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=8384104178396162621' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8384104178396162621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8384104178396162621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/12/bem-vindo-2010.html' title='Bem-vindo 2010'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-4183346738165895647</id><published>2009-12-18T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:28:43.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quatro estações</title><content type='html'>Lendo: Clarice, de Benjamin Moser&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Joss Stone&lt;br /&gt;Comendo: sorvete Dileto&lt;br /&gt;Cheirando: Fleur, Kenzo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-4183346738165895647?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/4183346738165895647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=4183346738165895647' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4183346738165895647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4183346738165895647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/12/quatro-estacoes.html' title='Quatro estações'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-3744538539344854716</id><published>2009-12-18T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:27:44.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorriso de bebê</title><content type='html'>Tem coisa mais gostosa do que sorriso de bebê? Melhor ainda é saber que meu bebê distribui sorrisos sem economizar. E, dessa forma, faz diferença na vida das pessoas. Hoje Maria Clara fez a atendente da drogaria sorrir. Ontem foi o carregador de material de construção e o velinho com bengala.... Antes de ontem foi a moça no café... Sem contar a mãe, claro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-3744538539344854716?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/3744538539344854716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=3744538539344854716' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/3744538539344854716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/3744538539344854716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorriso-de-bebe.html' title='Sorriso de bebê'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-8440514169452921364</id><published>2009-12-07T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:42:33.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerenciar</title><content type='html'>A palavra da moda, já há algum tempo, é gerenciar. O verbo saiu do meio corporativo para ganhar as ruas. Hoje gerenciamos nossas vidas, nossa rotina, nosso tempo, nossas finanças e há até quem sugira gerenciarmos nossa família e filhos. Lendo uma revista outro dia me deparei novamente com o termo. Era a propaganda de um remédio para emagrecer indicado para quem quisesse... "gerenciar o peso".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-8440514169452921364?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/8440514169452921364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=8440514169452921364' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8440514169452921364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8440514169452921364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/12/gerenciar.html' title='Gerenciar'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-2254988639068903907</id><published>2009-11-23T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:37:02.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quatro estações</title><content type='html'>Lendo: Millenium 2&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Pequeno Cidadão&lt;br /&gt;Cheirando: bebê&lt;br /&gt;Comendo: sorvete Vipiteno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-2254988639068903907?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/2254988639068903907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=2254988639068903907' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2254988639068903907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2254988639068903907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/11/quatro-estacoes.html' title='Quatro estações'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-7487712292679676221</id><published>2009-10-07T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:34:36.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo passa...</title><content type='html'>Resolvi pegar carona na Serafina, revista da FSP, que faz entrevistas com personalidades comparando seus gostos, sonhos, projetos em 1968 e hj. Adaptando, escolhi 1987 e 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filme: Dirty Dancing (1987) - Piaf (2009)&lt;br /&gt;Livro: Profecia Celestina (1987) - Millenium (2009)&lt;br /&gt;Música: A-Ha (1987) - Nickelback (2009) &lt;br /&gt;Sonho: Entrar na faculdade (1987) - Ser uma boa mãe (2009)&lt;br /&gt;Projeto de vida: Montar uma família (1987) - Estar com a família (2009)&lt;br /&gt;Tinha/Tem medo de: Montanha russa (1987) - Montanha russa (2009)&lt;br /&gt;Fome: pizza do Sr. ítalo (1987) - pão de queijo (2009)&lt;br /&gt;Ambição: Passar de ano (1987) - Conciliar saudavelmente maternidade e trabalho (2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brincadeira continua....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-7487712292679676221?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/7487712292679676221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=7487712292679676221' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7487712292679676221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7487712292679676221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-tempo-passa.html' title='O tempo passa...'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-3042031228112422907</id><published>2009-09-22T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:17:03.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antipatia de...</title><content type='html'>Outro dia minha mãe soltou que estava com "antipatia de alface". Um jeito mais terno, bem ao estilo dela, de dizer que não gosta de alface. Uma outra vez contou que tem antipatia de time de futebol que joga pra trás, ou seja, na retranca. O termo pegou. Virou moda.  Aí vai minha lista de antipatias:&lt;br /&gt;Tenho antipatia daquela página-propaganda que envolve a primeira página do jornal, daqueles adesivinhos colados na maça ou na pêra, da buzina do honda fit e de atum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-3042031228112422907?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/3042031228112422907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=3042031228112422907' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/3042031228112422907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/3042031228112422907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/09/antipatia-de.html' title='Antipatia de...'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-1771920521975867303</id><published>2009-09-08T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:36:15.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa em construção</title><content type='html'>Estou em casa, portanto, ollhando para cada detalhe do lar doce lar. Vontade de arrumar, mexer, mudar, colorir a sala, arranjar um local para expor porta-retrato, jogar fora as tralhas e até forrar uma caixa com tecido ( o problema é a total falta de habilidade) .... Enquanto isso, bisbilhoto blogs sobre decoração para inspirar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colunas.casaejardim.globo.com/laemcasa/"&gt;http://colunas.casaejardim.globo.com/laemcasa/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colunas.casaejardim.globo.com/paodelo/"&gt;http://colunas.casaejardim.globo.com/paodelo/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-1771920521975867303?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/1771920521975867303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=1771920521975867303' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1771920521975867303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1771920521975867303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/09/casa-em-construcao.html' title='Casa em construção'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-9171787848716660888</id><published>2009-09-08T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:22:49.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Música para recomeçar</title><content type='html'>Jujuba, bananada, pipoca,&lt;br /&gt;Cocada, queijadinha, sorvete,&lt;br /&gt;Chiclete, sundae de chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;Paçoca, mariola, quindim,&lt;br /&gt;Frumelo, doce de abóbora com coco, bala juquinha, algodão doce, manjar.&lt;br /&gt;Venha pra cá, venha comigo,&lt;br /&gt;A hora é pra já, não é proibido,&lt;br /&gt;Vou te contar, tá divertido,&lt;br /&gt;Pode chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Uh,uh,uh.&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser nesse fim de semana,&lt;br /&gt;Manda um e-mail para a Joana vir. Uh,uh,uh.&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa tocar bacana,&lt;br /&gt;Fala para o Peixoto chegar aí,&lt;br /&gt;Traz todo mundo, tá combinado, É so chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Traz toda gente, tá liberado, é pra dançar&lt;br /&gt;Toda tristeza, deixa lá fora, chega para cá&lt;br /&gt;(Marisa Monte - Não é proibido)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-9171787848716660888?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/9171787848716660888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=9171787848716660888' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/9171787848716660888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/9171787848716660888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/09/musica-para-recomecar.html' title='Música para recomeçar'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-2979418499871703269</id><published>2009-07-29T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:14:04.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercatore</title><content type='html'>Semana passada foi inaugurada em São Paulo a loja infantil pernambucana &lt;a href="http://www.mercatore.com.br/"&gt;Mercatore&lt;/a&gt;. A empresa começou há quase trinta anos quando Graça Maria resolveu ensinar o bordado casinha de abelha para mulheres que trabalhavam no canavial. Hoje ela e as três filhas tocam a marca, um sopro diferenciado na moda infantil. Vale a pena conferir também o&lt;a href="http://www.blogmercatore.blogspot.com/"&gt; blog &lt;/a&gt;da Ceci, uma das filhas ... Ahhh a loja fica na Oscar Freire, 232, casa 04.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-2979418499871703269?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/2979418499871703269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=2979418499871703269' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2979418499871703269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2979418499871703269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/07/mercatore.html' title='Mercatore'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-8184769300334108821</id><published>2009-07-24T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T07:19:14.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vovô radical</title><content type='html'>Era um senhorzinho distinto e com cara de vovô simpático. Se solidarizou comigo e minha barrigona quando um caminhão passou a milhão em uma rua tranquila. Nós dois estávamos esperando para atravessar. Fomos conversando e ele desfiou sua teoria: "A culpa deste caminhoneiro estar correndo assim é do cara barbudo lá de cima. O Brasil só tem jeito se colocarmos homens fardados e com suástica para mandar na sociedade. A época da ditadura foi a de maior prosperidade e liberdade..." Fiquei chocada. Providencialmente, meu telefone tocou. Pedi licensa e me despedi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-8184769300334108821?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/8184769300334108821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=8184769300334108821' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8184769300334108821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8184769300334108821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/07/vovo-radical.html' title='Vovô radical'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-5504203572843366760</id><published>2009-07-20T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T06:55:03.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre moda</title><content type='html'>Assisti ao filme "A Duquesa", com Keira Knighteley e Ralph Fiennes. Trata da vida da Duquesa de Devonshire e faz um retrato interessante da sociedade londrina do século 18. A Duquesa era a "it girl"do momento, ditava moda, desenhava suas roupas, era copiada e admirada. No início do filme ela faz uma declaração perfeita sobre moda. O personagem de Ralph Fiennes, seu marido, tira sua roupa pela primeira vez, o que significa cortar uma espécie de cinto, tirar mais de um saiote, armação e espartilho (as marcas do espartilho estão no seu corpo). E ele pergunta porque as mulheres têm de se vestir assim, com tantos elementos. Ela responde (não é literal, é algo assim): "Vocês, homens, podem se expressar. Nós, mulheres, não, então nos expressamos através da roupa."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-5504203572843366760?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/5504203572843366760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=5504203572843366760' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/5504203572843366760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/5504203572843366760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/07/sobre-moda.html' title='Sobre moda'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-3813244671896848543</id><published>2009-07-14T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:16:44.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrita aleijada</title><content type='html'>Diálogo que eu vivenciei:&lt;br /&gt;- A senhora sabe ler e escrever?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim. Torto e aleijado mas sei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-3813244671896848543?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/3813244671896848543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=3813244671896848543' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/3813244671896848543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/3813244671896848543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/07/escrita-aleijada.html' title='Escrita aleijada'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-1294042758326862587</id><published>2009-07-10T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:06:24.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chico Buarque de novo</title><content type='html'>Já falei do quanto gostei do livro Leite Derramado, de Chico Biuarque. Arrumando uns arquivos no computador, me deparei com este trecho. Foi por causa de linhas tão bem escritas assim que o livro tornou-se um dos meus preferidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Com o tempo aprendi que o ciúme é um sentimento para proclamar de peito aberto, no instante mesmo de sua origem. Porque ao nascer, ele é realmente um sentimento cortês, deve ser logo oferecido à mulher como uma rosa. Senão, no instante seguinte ele se fecha em repolho, e dentro dele todo o mal fermenta."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-1294042758326862587?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/1294042758326862587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=1294042758326862587' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1294042758326862587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1294042758326862587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/07/chico-buarque-de-novo.html' title='Chico Buarque de novo'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-1164337107598866818</id><published>2009-06-19T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:50:16.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pais e filhos</title><content type='html'>De todas as publicações (livros ou revistas) sobre maternidade, tiro maior proveito dos escritos do poeta Fabrício Carpinejar, colunista da revista Crescer. Um trecho do último artigo, entitulado "Meus filhos têm passado mais do que futuro":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não posso ensinar os meus filhos a não errar. O que me cabe é ajudá-los a restaurar, a dar a volta por cima, a cuidar do estrago e procurar a dignidade da emenda."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-1164337107598866818?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/1164337107598866818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=1164337107598866818' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1164337107598866818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1164337107598866818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/06/pais-e-filhos.html' title='Pais e filhos'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-9051215408057283530</id><published>2009-06-10T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:33:07.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy end gastronômico</title><content type='html'>Recomendo o restaurante Tête à Tête, na Rua Bahia, 480, Higienópolis. Do chef-revelação Gabriel Mateuzzi, o local é acolhedor, tem serviço simpatico, comida deliciosa e um happy end: o cafezinho é servido com mini pirulitos, entre eles de algodão doce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-9051215408057283530?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/9051215408057283530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=9051215408057283530' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/9051215408057283530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/9051215408057283530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-end-gastronomico.html' title='Happy end gastronômico'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-5072105127611565668</id><published>2009-06-04T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:10:04.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha irmã no balcão do açougue</title><content type='html'>Recentemente entrevistei o proprietário de um açougue premium em São Paulo. Me dei conta que nunca comprei carne em açougue. E este é o problema do negócio dele: novos consumidores compram carne (quando compram) em supermercado. Com isso, perdi a oportunidade de ter meu açougue do bairro, com o açougueiro que conhece todo mundo. Ou seja, aquela sensação de vizinhança amigável que tínhamos no passado. Era no balcão do açougue que minha avó exibia minha irmã para a vizinhança. Talvez agora eu tenha um bom motivo para procurar o meu açougue, não?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-5072105127611565668?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/5072105127611565668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=5072105127611565668' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/5072105127611565668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/5072105127611565668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/06/minha-irma-no-balcao-do-acougue.html' title='Minha irmã no balcão do açougue'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-5689387163058159966</id><published>2009-06-04T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:03:40.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bazar, bazar, bazar</title><content type='html'>Para quem curte bazar, três dicas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Misturinha - 4 a 9 de junho - Rua Itália, 153&lt;br /&gt;2) Galeria showroom convida Grifes Francesas - 15 a 25 de junho - Daslu&lt;br /&gt;3) Zero a Doze - 14 a 18 de junho - Casa Peta - Rua Prof. José Leite e Oiticica, 237. Este é só de grifes infantis...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-5689387163058159966?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/5689387163058159966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=5689387163058159966' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/5689387163058159966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/5689387163058159966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/06/bazar-bazar-bazar.html' title='Bazar, bazar, bazar'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-30096910966147498</id><published>2009-05-27T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:50:56.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rei e seus súditos</title><content type='html'>Rei que é rei está interessado nos súditos. Quando o "Rei" Roberto Carlos vai programar um show a preços populares para comemorar 50 anos de carreira?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-30096910966147498?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/30096910966147498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=30096910966147498' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/30096910966147498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/30096910966147498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/05/rei-e-seus-suditos.html' title='Rei e seus súditos'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-6769321847977762776</id><published>2009-05-11T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:22:09.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponto de vista</title><content type='html'>Críticas sobre o show do Oasis no jornal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folha de S Paulo: "Em SP, Oasis mostra que ainda tem gás."&lt;br /&gt;O Estado de S Paulo: "Sem voz e burocrático, Liam Gallagher perde de vista vitalidade dos anos 90."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-6769321847977762776?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/6769321847977762776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=6769321847977762776' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/6769321847977762776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/6769321847977762776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/05/ponto-de-vista.html' title='Ponto de vista'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-6777938621434140235</id><published>2009-05-10T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:17:57.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sábado perfeito</title><content type='html'>Acordar do lado dele, fazer massagem, sair com mamis, comprar roupinhas pra Clarinha, bater perna, pintar o quarto da Clarinha, pendurar quadro, descansar, botar os pés pra cima, se arrumar, sair na chuva, assistir ao concerto de João Carlos Martins e Anderson Noise na Sala São Paulo, nem ligar pra chuva, rir das palhaçadas da Fesson.... E assim a vida segue ... com a harmonia de uma grande orquestra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-6777938621434140235?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/6777938621434140235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=6777938621434140235' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/6777938621434140235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/6777938621434140235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-sabado-perfeito.html' title='Um sábado perfeito'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-2824401147857303535</id><published>2009-04-22T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:32:20.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tic Tac</title><content type='html'>Instalamos lá em casa um relógio de cozinha. Bonito, coloridinho, alegre... Mas o que mais agradou foi o barulho do tic tac. Lembra casa de vó.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-2824401147857303535?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/2824401147857303535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=2824401147857303535' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2824401147857303535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2824401147857303535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/04/tic-tac.html' title='Tic Tac'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-2236686902097238933</id><published>2009-04-21T14:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:14:08.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os nove meses</title><content type='html'>Frase de uma grande amiga: "Não se fazem mais nove meses como antigamente." Ela reclamava da falta de tempo para acompanhar a gravidez de uma amiga. Concordei plenamente, claro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-2236686902097238933?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/2236686902097238933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=2236686902097238933' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2236686902097238933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2236686902097238933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/04/os-nove-meses.html' title='Os nove meses'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-4419213358800894244</id><published>2009-04-19T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:05:45.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia literária</title><content type='html'>Sabe quando vc termina um livro e passa dias pensando nele, nos seus persoangens? Foi isso o que ocorreu quando acabei Leite Derramado, de Chico Buarque. Gostei muito e agora ficou aquela saudadinha... Recomendo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-4419213358800894244?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/4419213358800894244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=4419213358800894244' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4419213358800894244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4419213358800894244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/04/nostalgia-literaria.html' title='Nostalgia literária'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-6013026609204089157</id><published>2009-04-15T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:54:07.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele não está tão afim de você</title><content type='html'>Que mulheres fantasiam sobre relacionamento é fato. Mas no filme “Ele não está tão afim de você” a fantasia virou folclore. A personagem central (Gigi) é caricata demais. Exagera na busca de sinais para saber se um homem está interessado. Moça neurótica. É um desfile de clichês: homens traem, mulheres só querem casar, homens não querem casar. Se pessoas e comportamentos fossem assim tão “rotuláveis” o filme não existiria, o livro que deu origem não existiria, a busca por sinais não existiria. Tudo seria mais fácil, porém, bem mais sem graça.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-6013026609204089157?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/6013026609204089157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=6013026609204089157' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/6013026609204089157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/6013026609204089157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/04/ele-nao-esta-tao-afim-de-voce.html' title='Ele não está tão afim de você'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-6112971323231098642</id><published>2009-03-27T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:45:27.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sessenta minutos de riso</title><content type='html'>Recomendo a peça "Uma mulher de vestido Preto", de Jorge Félix, com Cristina Mutarrelli e Nilton Bicudo . Em cartaz no teatro Alpha, sexta e sábado. Cleusa Maria é hilária e tem uma tia Aracy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-6112971323231098642?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/6112971323231098642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=6112971323231098642' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/6112971323231098642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/6112971323231098642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/03/60-minutos-de-riso.html' title='Sessenta minutos de riso'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-858490044064556742</id><published>2009-03-27T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:41:03.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Túnel do tempo</title><content type='html'>Duas viagens ao passado no mesmo dia: mascar Azedinho Doce (foi relançado) e almoçar com amigas que não via há muito tempo e conheço há 15 anos. Perfeito!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-858490044064556742?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/858490044064556742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=858490044064556742' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/858490044064556742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/858490044064556742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/03/tunel-do-tempo.html' title='Túnel do tempo'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-515270869305365250</id><published>2009-03-10T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:16:21.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrulho no estômago</title><content type='html'>Frase gravada em uma das lembrancinhas de aniversário de Hebe Camargo: "Uns podem e não têm, outros têm e não podem. Nós temos e podemos. Viva a vida!". Podem o quê? Têm o quê, cara pálida? Palavras completamente desconectadas com os dias atuais. Que tal SER alguém ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-515270869305365250?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/515270869305365250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=515270869305365250' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/515270869305365250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/515270869305365250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/03/embrulho-no-estomago.html' title='Embrulho no estômago'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-2543822334846159067</id><published>2009-03-05T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:30:47.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lista</title><content type='html'>Boas ideias na esfera virtual. O site &lt;a href="http://www.listaperfeita.com.br/"&gt;Lista Perfeita&lt;/a&gt; permite fazer uma única lista de presentes em diversas lojas. E não são lojas só de faqueiro. Tem livraria, companhia de viagem... Bom para noivos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-2543822334846159067?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/2543822334846159067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=2543822334846159067' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2543822334846159067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2543822334846159067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/03/lista.html' title='A lista'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-8248239132173754858</id><published>2009-03-03T19:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:16:26.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfumaria?</title><content type='html'>Entre tantos papéis e emails, esta frase surgiu de repente na colorenta redação:&lt;br /&gt;"Eu me perfumo para intensificar o que sou" - Clarice Lispector.&lt;br /&gt;Tinha que ser Clarice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-8248239132173754858?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/8248239132173754858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=8248239132173754858' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8248239132173754858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8248239132173754858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfumaria.html' title='Perfumaria?'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-4013144124622652128</id><published>2009-02-11T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T02:38:41.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quatro estações</title><content type='html'>Lendo: Arquitetura de um sonho, de Nancy Horan&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Human, The Killers&lt;br /&gt;Comendo: Tomate, picles, tempero, tempero&lt;br /&gt;Cheirando: óleo de uva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-4013144124622652128?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/4013144124622652128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=4013144124622652128' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4013144124622652128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4013144124622652128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/02/quatro-estacoes.html' title='Quatro estações'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-4688483256884141833</id><published>2009-02-05T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:58:26.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campestre</title><content type='html'>O que um final de semana no campo é capaz de fazer por alguém? No meu caso, além de varrer a mente e preparar para a massacrante rotina, me trouxe um caldeirão de lembranças.&lt;br /&gt;- Lembrança do cheiro de dama da noite&lt;br /&gt;- Lembrança de dividir a cama com as primas no esquema uma para o pé, outra para a cabeça &lt;br /&gt;- Lembrança de mosca varejeira verdinha verdinha&lt;br /&gt;- Lembrança de encontrar perereca na bota&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-4688483256884141833?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/4688483256884141833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=4688483256884141833' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4688483256884141833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4688483256884141833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/02/campestre.html' title='Campestre'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-6686313784000431974</id><published>2009-01-20T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:21:30.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livro sorriso</title><content type='html'>Li em uma tarde o livro "Uma real leitora", de Allan Bennett. É despretencioso e gostoso. Leve e subversivo. Divertido e criativo. Daqueles que depois do ponto final você dá um sorriso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-6686313784000431974?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/6686313784000431974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=6686313784000431974' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/6686313784000431974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/6686313784000431974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/01/livro-sorriso.html' title='Livro sorriso'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-6275756438125853399</id><published>2009-01-20T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:16:30.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruzes</title><content type='html'>Esquisitice da temporada: a magreza e o botox de Nicole Kidman no filme Austrália.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-6275756438125853399?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/6275756438125853399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=6275756438125853399' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/6275756438125853399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/6275756438125853399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/01/cruzes.html' title='Cruzes'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-7723413060422130965</id><published>2009-01-02T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:51:48.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rede simples</title><content type='html'>Um bom jeito de começar o ano: simplificando a vida.&lt;br /&gt;O site &lt;a href="http://bemsimples.uol.com.br/dashboard.action"&gt;Bem Simples&lt;/a&gt; pode ajudar. Ele oferece dicas de culinária, decoração, beleza que, em comum, têm a simplicidade. É um balaio de idéias: como "engordar" um arranjo floral, fazer um bolo de chocolate com cinco ingredientes, tirar a gordura da parede, dirigir economizando combustível... O interessante é que as idéias são dadas por internautas, na melhor versão web 2.0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-7723413060422130965?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/7723413060422130965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=7723413060422130965' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7723413060422130965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7723413060422130965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2009/01/rede-simples.html' title='Rede simples'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-3345398796980953479</id><published>2008-12-30T04:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T04:05:33.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promessa de Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>Escrever mais no blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-3345398796980953479?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/3345398796980953479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=3345398796980953479' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/3345398796980953479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/3345398796980953479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/12/promessa-de-ano-novo.html' title='Promessa de Ano Novo'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-4024176532672783583</id><published>2008-12-30T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T04:04:56.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melhores do ano</title><content type='html'>Melhor CD: Labiata, Lenine&lt;br /&gt;Melhor música: É o que me interessa, Lenine e Não é proibido, Marisa Monte&lt;br /&gt;Melhor livro: Filho Eterno, Cristovão Tezza&lt;br /&gt;Melhor guloseima: Brigadeiro da Maria Brigadeiro&lt;br /&gt;Melhor show: Música Clássica na Igreja Saint julien de Pauvre, em Paris&lt;br /&gt;Invenção de moda: chiclete Ice, iogurte Ice, bala Ice ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-4024176532672783583?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/4024176532672783583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=4024176532672783583' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4024176532672783583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4024176532672783583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/12/melhores-do-ano.html' title='Melhores do ano'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-9145032253871531019</id><published>2008-12-10T03:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:19:08.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vergonha alheia</title><content type='html'>Cena curiosa na sala de espera da ginecologista. A mãe não cabia em si de contentamento por levar as filhas de 15 e 16 anos pela primeira vez ao médico. Ela pegava os exames das teens e exclamava "Nossa, vocês são lindas também por dentro. Olha, tudo perfeitinho." Vergonha alheia generalizada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-9145032253871531019?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/9145032253871531019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=9145032253871531019' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/9145032253871531019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/9145032253871531019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/12/vergonha-alheia.html' title='Vergonha alheia'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-5458004744237753637</id><published>2008-12-10T03:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:16:37.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quatro estações</title><content type='html'>Lendo: O vinho mais caro da história&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: Cartola&lt;br /&gt;Cheirando: Panetone&lt;br /&gt;Comendo: frutas secas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-5458004744237753637?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/5458004744237753637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=5458004744237753637' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/5458004744237753637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/5458004744237753637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/12/quatro-estaes.html' title='Quatro estações'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-7532335820281085230</id><published>2008-12-10T03:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:15:03.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abuso</title><content type='html'>Peguei abuso de duas expressões muito utilizadas neste fim de ano:&lt;br /&gt;"Save the date"&lt;br /&gt;"Garage Sale"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-7532335820281085230?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/7532335820281085230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=7532335820281085230' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7532335820281085230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7532335820281085230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/12/abuso.html' title='Abuso'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-1896258292749993849</id><published>2008-11-18T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:42:53.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As rosas de Tony</title><content type='html'>Melhor momento musical do ano: Tony Gordon cantando "As rosas não falam"no show em homenagem aos cem anos de Cartola. Inesquecível.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-1896258292749993849?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/1896258292749993849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=1896258292749993849' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1896258292749993849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1896258292749993849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-rosas-de-tony.html' title='As rosas de Tony'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-6821620747271065586</id><published>2008-11-12T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:00:38.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto de infância</title><content type='html'>Suco de groselha e água de rosas do restaurante 62. Lembra raspadinha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-6821620747271065586?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/6821620747271065586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=6821620747271065586' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/6821620747271065586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/6821620747271065586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/11/gosto-de-infncia.html' title='Gosto de infância'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-7103076824661276876</id><published>2008-10-31T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T04:27:57.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre moda</title><content type='html'>É certo que a moda brasileira deu um salto de qualidade nos últimos anos. Criadores amadureceram, surgiram eventos, atraimos o olhar do mundo. No entanto, falta seriedade a quem circula ao redor desta indústria. Tem muita gente querendo se aproveitar. Moda é coisa séria. Como levar a sério um prêmio - o Moda Brasil - no qual jurados também concorrem em muitas categorias?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-7103076824661276876?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/7103076824661276876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=7103076824661276876' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7103076824661276876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7103076824661276876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/10/sobre-moda.html' title='Sobre moda'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-1096634721143616336</id><published>2008-10-30T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T03:41:41.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Analista político</title><content type='html'>Melhor análise política da temporada vem de uma criança de nove anos: "Vó, o Kassab vai casar com o Serra?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-1096634721143616336?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/1096634721143616336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=1096634721143616336' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1096634721143616336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1096634721143616336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/10/analista-poltico.html' title='Analista político'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-7529674646577226744</id><published>2008-10-23T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T04:42:42.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirações saudáveis</title><content type='html'>Pela centésima vez na minha vida, estou acompanhando as dicas de uma nutricionista. Meu empenho, desta vez, é tentar adaptar minha rotina aos alimentos mais saudáveis. Isto significa muita organização, ter alimentos frescos em casa e saber o mínimo de forno e fogão. Nas minhas pesquisas me deparei com dois aliados:&lt;br /&gt;1) O livro "Receber sem Stress", de MônicaVarella, que, além das dicas de anfitriã, dá receitas simples e práticas.&lt;br /&gt;2) O novo blog de Rita Lobo, do site Panelinha, também anda me inspirando. &lt;a href="http://panelinha.ig.com.br/site_novo/meuBlog/oneisfun"&gt;http://panelinha.ig.com.br/site_novo/meuBlog/oneisfun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-7529674646577226744?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/7529674646577226744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=7529674646577226744' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7529674646577226744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7529674646577226744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/10/inspiraes-saudveis.html' title='Inspirações saudáveis'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-1639153087022724738</id><published>2008-10-03T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T05:11:02.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brincadeira de criança</title><content type='html'>É primavera e São Paulo está lotada de ipês roxo. Quem contar mais ipês na rua ganha. E viva a primavera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-1639153087022724738?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/1639153087022724738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=1639153087022724738' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1639153087022724738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/1639153087022724738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/10/brincadeira-de-criana.html' title='Brincadeira de criança'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-5187940738460995464</id><published>2008-10-03T05:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T05:09:42.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memória sensorial</title><content type='html'>Muitas vezes eu sinto saudade olfativa. É assim: sinto um cheiro e tenho uma lembrança. Custo a fazer a associação, a lembrar ao que o cheiro me remete. Fica a saudade de não sei o quê. Ontem foi diferente. No trabalho, peguei um chá de uma colega - chá matte natural, simplezinho, normal. Mas quando tomei o primeiro gole e senti o aroma, viajei para a infância. Era o cheiro do acampamento Rancho Ranieri. Lembra, Resson?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-5187940738460995464?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/5187940738460995464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=5187940738460995464' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/5187940738460995464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/5187940738460995464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/10/memria-sensorial.html' title='Memória sensorial'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-575222463329269819</id><published>2008-09-17T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:54:23.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loft real</title><content type='html'>Recentemente, vi uma matéria em uma grande revista sobre como é morar em lofts. A reportagem mostrava vários apartamentos com esse estilo, destacava a decoração e o estilo de vida dos moradores. Como morei em loft, posso dar um depoimento.  Acrescentaria na matéria as seguintes informações que podem dar um banho de realidade na moradia cool:&lt;br /&gt;1) Cozinhar em um loft pode significar ter de conviver com o cheiro do rango por todo o dia - ou noite&lt;br /&gt;2) Limpar os janelões exige equipamento e mão de obra especializada. Pense em escada e escovão gigantes e um voluntário de bem com a vida para topar a empreitada&lt;br /&gt;3) O barulho da geladeira deve embalar o seu sono, por mais que a sua seja da última moda&lt;br /&gt;4) As experiências gastronômicas podem ficar limitadas pela falta de forno, já que na maioria desses edifícios é usado o cooktop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-575222463329269819?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/575222463329269819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=575222463329269819' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/575222463329269819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/575222463329269819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/09/loft-real.html' title='Loft real'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-7127228277067609830</id><published>2008-08-28T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:36:45.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre avó</title><content type='html'>Ouvi na manicure, minha mãe disse que é conhecida, parece que a autoria é de Ziraldo. Mas o que importa é que adorei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Avó é mãe com açúcar."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-7127228277067609830?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/7127228277067609830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=7127228277067609830' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7127228277067609830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7127228277067609830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/08/sobre-av.html' title='Sobre avó'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-4953639612244250777</id><published>2008-08-27T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T05:42:00.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing da exclusão</title><content type='html'>Uma jornalista escreveu em um jornal paulistano que Itaú deveria repetir a dose e juntar Caetano e Roberto Carlos novamente nos palcos. Ela deve ter recebido convite para ir ao show. Itaú deve ter ficado satisfeito com a cobertura da imprensa e as dezenas de fotos de celebridades que foram ao convescote musical. E deve ter rejeitado a insatisfação da maioria dos "normais"que não conseguiu ingresso ou se recusou a ficar pendurados no telefone para comprar pela internet. Na contramão dos gurus mercadológicos, a instituição tratou seus verdadeiros clientes ou potenciais clientes como fantasmas. A instituição pode argumentar que foi um golpe de imagem, que vale a pena ter seu nome atrelado a três estrelas da música em uma iniciativa inédita. Pelas conversas entre bossa novistas, foi um golpe na imagem do banco, que deixou a sensação de instituição antipática e excludente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-4953639612244250777?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/4953639612244250777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=4953639612244250777' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4953639612244250777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/4953639612244250777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/08/marketing-da-excluso.html' title='Marketing da exclusão'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-678664420572837106</id><published>2008-08-15T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:59:31.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Certeiro</title><content type='html'>"O que é luxo pra você?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que é escasso, que não se pode comprar porque é gratuito e é preciso descobrir. Como o silêncio e a solidão voluntários; o tempo e o espaço disponíveis sem cálculos ou metas. A conversa fiada. O frescor de uma sombra ou um copo d'água depois de passar calor ou sede. Toalhas macias e felpudas para secar-se. Uma cama branca, ainda imaculada, que provoque sono a um simples olhar. Uma caminhada apenas pelo prazer de descobrir algo da vida de outros povos. O lado bom do inesperado."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa resposta foi dada pelo arquiteto chileno German de Sol à jornalista Maria da Paz Trefaut em entrevista ao jornal Valor Econômico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-678664420572837106?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/678664420572837106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=678664420572837106' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/678664420572837106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/678664420572837106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/08/certeiro.html' title='Certeiro'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-7504083818696076587</id><published>2008-08-06T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T05:28:16.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quatro sentidos</title><content type='html'>Ouvindo: Pictures of you, The Cure&lt;br /&gt;Cheirando: aroma de casa nova&lt;br /&gt;Lendo: A eternidade e o Desejo, Ines Pedrosa&lt;br /&gt;Comendo: bala Dadinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-7504083818696076587?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/7504083818696076587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=7504083818696076587' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7504083818696076587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7504083818696076587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/08/quatro-sentidos.html' title='Quatro sentidos'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-7507782668983805153</id><published>2008-07-29T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:34:19.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the city</title><content type='html'>Finalmente assisti ao filme Sex and the City. Adorei e aqui vão as razões:&lt;br /&gt;1- porque fui com minhas irmãs&lt;br /&gt;2- porque é um desfile de moda&lt;br /&gt;3- porque fiquei triste e feliz&lt;br /&gt;4- porque ri muito e não chorei&lt;br /&gt;5- porque fala de amor&lt;br /&gt;6- porque fala de velhas e novas amizades&lt;br /&gt;7- porque lembrei das minhas amigas&lt;br /&gt;8- porque charlotte engravidou&lt;br /&gt;9- porque lembrei que na vida não temos garantia de nada e, mesmo assim, tudo vale a pena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-7507782668983805153?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/7507782668983805153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=7507782668983805153' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7507782668983805153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7507782668983805153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/07/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex and the city'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-7079642859813451888</id><published>2008-07-15T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:24:40.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem fronteiras</title><content type='html'>Declaração da minha escritora preferida, a portuguesa Inês Pedrosa, em passagem pelo Brasil sobre seu mais novo livro que é ambientado no País:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É possível enxergar o livro como uma declaração de amor ao Brasil?&lt;br /&gt;Creio que sim. O amor, como a literatura, não tem exterior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-7079642859813451888?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/7079642859813451888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=7079642859813451888' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7079642859813451888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7079642859813451888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/07/sem-fronteiras.html' title='Sem fronteiras'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-2075963062501291208</id><published>2008-06-01T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T18:18:39.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Causa própria</title><content type='html'>A melhor propaganda dos últimos tempos. É sobre o shampoo infantil para cabelos cacheados da Johnson's .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=0elH9pXg1BU"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=0elH9pXg1BU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai que vale a pena!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-2075963062501291208?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/2075963062501291208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=2075963062501291208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2075963062501291208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2075963062501291208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/06/causa-prpria.html' title='Causa própria'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-8110798264731795432</id><published>2008-06-01T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T17:12:42.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se você está apaixonado por mim...</title><content type='html'>A revista Marie Claire pediu a alguns homens para completar a frase "Se você está apaixonado por mim..." Reproduzo o que Nando Reis escreveu:&lt;br /&gt;"Querida, quando eu estiver triste simplesmente me abrace. Quando eu estiver louco subitamente se afaste. Quando eu estiver fogo suavemente se encaixe. E quando eu estiver bobo sutilmente disfarce. Mas quando eu estiver morto suplico que não me mate de dentro de ti. Eu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-8110798264731795432?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/8110798264731795432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=8110798264731795432' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8110798264731795432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8110798264731795432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/06/se-voc-est-apaixonado-por-mim.html' title='Se você está apaixonado por mim...'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-8388091334731636621</id><published>2008-06-01T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T16:56:10.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tecno-lixo</title><content type='html'>Alguém sabe o que fazer com carregadores de celulares antigos? Tá virando coleção...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-8388091334731636621?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/8388091334731636621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=8388091334731636621' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8388091334731636621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8388091334731636621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/06/tecno-lixo.html' title='Tecno-lixo'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-8717240862607424988</id><published>2008-05-19T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T04:55:07.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade é escolha</title><content type='html'>"Se não pareço deprimido como deveria, desculpe por desapontá-los. Não sei viver sem ser feliz." A frase é de Randy Pausch, professor de Ciência da Computação, que foi escolhido para proferir a palestra A Último Lição, na Universidade Carnegie Mellon em Pittsburgh. A aula é uma tradição americana. O convidado tem de imaginar que está perto da morte e deve ensinar algo valioso aos alunos. No caso de Pausch, não era simulação. Antes de ser convidado para dar a palestra ele foi diagnosticado com câncer. Proferiu um discurso memorável, que virou livro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-8717240862607424988?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/8717240862607424988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=8717240862607424988' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8717240862607424988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8717240862607424988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/05/felicidade-escolha.html' title='Felicidade é escolha'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-504542974797831781</id><published>2008-04-16T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T05:54:24.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agenda de telefone</title><content type='html'>Comprei uma agenda de telefone. Encapada com um belo tecido, clássico, sério, chique. Acho que sou a única pessoa no mundo que, na era dos celulares superpontentes, compra agenda de telefone de papel, dividida pelo abecedário. Gosto de papel e de escrever à mão. Me atrapalha procurar o nome da pessoa na tela do celular. A agenda de telefone de papel encapada com tecido é para a vida toda, reunião de todas as pessoas que passaram e passarão pela minha vida. Já os celulares, ao contrário, simbolizam o fugáz, o efêmero, o descartável.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-504542974797831781?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/504542974797831781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=504542974797831781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/504542974797831781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/504542974797831781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/04/agenda-de-telefone.html' title='Agenda de telefone'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-2522175925929719781</id><published>2008-04-08T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T08:00:45.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lar</title><content type='html'>Mudar de casa é um misto de prazer e stress. São quilos de decisões a serem tomadas. Cor do carpete, marca da tampa da privada, luminária do quarto, mesa de jantar, puxador da gaveta estão no balaio de definições. Tudo fica mais difícil ainda quando trata-se de uma canceriana, que lida com o lar como se fosse um refúgio confortável e blindado. Como decidir agora as almofadas? E se eu me deparar com &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; almofada daqui três meses? Lar se faz com o tempo. Um pouquinho a cada dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-2522175925929719781?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/2522175925929719781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=2522175925929719781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2522175925929719781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/2522175925929719781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/04/lar.html' title='Lar'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-8303943783638957682</id><published>2008-03-09T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T15:35:11.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juno</title><content type='html'>Muito se falou sobre a simplicidade de Juno, filme que mostra os desafios da gravidez na adolescência. Produção barata e fama boca-a-boca colocaram o filme no mesmo balaio que Pequena Miss Sunshine. Não li todas as críticas sobre o filme. Mas, para mim, de simples ele não tem nada. A decisão de doar o filho para uma "família" que não consegue engravidar é um soco no estômago. Gera muita reflexão, sensação de compaixão, arrepio, admiração, raiva... Não saí do cinema levinha como imaginei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-8303943783638957682?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/8303943783638957682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=8303943783638957682' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8303943783638957682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/8303943783638957682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/03/juno.html' title='Juno'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-5241704594929441658</id><published>2008-02-28T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:36:53.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruminações de uma pessoa em dieta</title><content type='html'>Estou fazendo dieta. Isso não é nem um pouco novo, nem de longe é minha estréia. Mas estou fazendo dieta com médico e tudo, menos remédio. Tenho considerações mil. Quem souber, me responda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Por que na maioria dos cardápios salmão só vem com legumes a vapor. Cansei. Não dá pra ter outro acompanhamento?&lt;br /&gt;2) Por que comida quente dá mais conforto ( e enche mais a barriga) do que comida fria? Não aguento mais comer salada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-5241704594929441658?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/5241704594929441658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=5241704594929441658' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/5241704594929441658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/5241704594929441658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/02/ruminaes-de-uma-pessoa-em-dieta.html' title='Ruminações de uma pessoa em dieta'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-509903141615145904</id><published>2008-02-07T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T05:56:12.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revista de design</title><content type='html'>Para quem gosta do assunto ou quer simplesmente ler bons textos sugiro a revista &lt;a href="http://www.agitprop.com.br/"&gt;Agitprop(www.agitprop.com.br&lt;/a&gt;), lançada por feras do assunto, Ethel Leon, Gilberto Paim e Marcello Montore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-509903141615145904?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/509903141615145904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=509903141615145904' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/509903141615145904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/509903141615145904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/02/revista-de-design.html' title='Revista de design'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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-1132324051376826103.post-7751489471184154100</id><published>2008-01-29T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T04:30:45.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Herança literária</title><content type='html'>Segui uma sugestão bacana. Fui atrás do livro que marcou minha infância. O meu é "De repente dá certo", de Ruth Rocha. Não lembrava que ela era a autora, e não sabia que ainda era editado. Fiz aquela busca básica na internet e... surpresa... a mesma capa. A idéia é comprar, ler novamente e dar para minha sobrinha de 8 anos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132324051376826103-7751489471184154100?l=jmariz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/feeds/7751489471184154100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132324051376826103&amp;postID=7751489471184154100' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7751489471184154100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132324051376826103/posts/default/7751489471184154100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmariz.blogspot.com/2008/01/herana-literria.html' title='Herança literária'/><author><name>Juliana Mariz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08330068845039873024</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>
