<?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-1689069434981532779</id><updated>2011-11-24T12:51:49.150-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Autofagia</title><subtitle type='html'>antropofagia + remix autobiográfico</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autofagia2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autofagia2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>g]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890386002516117242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/photos/kujawski%40gmail.com?w4ss2vcdntvh&amp;sml=1&amp;rp=1'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689069434981532779.post-5177554660980781664</id><published>2011-02-23T14:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:26:00.214-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cidades Indizíveis</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Nelson Oliveira (a.k.a &lt;a href="http://luizbras.wordpress.com/"&gt;Luiz Bras&lt;/a&gt;) anunciou que a pequena Llyr Editorial vai publicar uma coletânea que ele e Fábio Fernandes conceberam. O blog &lt;a href="http://cafedeontem.wordpress.com"&gt;Café de Ontem&lt;/a&gt; publicou &lt;a href="http://cafedeontem.wordpress.com/2011/02/16/anuncio-as-cidades-indiziveis-da-llyr-editorial/"&gt;mais informações&lt;/a&gt; a respeito da dita antologia de fantasia urbana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689069434981532779-5177554660980781664?l=autofagia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/5177554660980781664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/5177554660980781664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autofagia2.blogspot.com/2011/02/cidades-indiziveis.html' title='Cidades Indizíveis'/><author><name>g]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890386002516117242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/photos/kujawski%40gmail.com?w4ss2vcdntvh&amp;sml=1&amp;rp=1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689069434981532779.post-7528508514519599916</id><published>2010-07-09T13:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T13:18:22.868-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/TDdKeK-B06I/AAAAAAAABGE/zNJLnlnydTY/s1600/capa_Visao_final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/TDdKeK-B06I/AAAAAAAABGE/zNJLnlnydTY/s320/capa_Visao_final.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491940152802661282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A brasilianista M Elizabeth "Libby" Ginway lança seu segundo livro sobre FC nacional. Simples assim. Vale muito à pena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689069434981532779-7528508514519599916?l=autofagia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/7528508514519599916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/7528508514519599916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autofagia2.blogspot.com/2010/07/looking-inside.html' title='Looking Inside'/><author><name>g]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890386002516117242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/photos/kujawski%40gmail.com?w4ss2vcdntvh&amp;sml=1&amp;rp=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/TDdKeK-B06I/AAAAAAAABGE/zNJLnlnydTY/s72-c/capa_Visao_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689069434981532779.post-5908403802329154281</id><published>2009-12-18T14:22:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T14:59:59.798-02:00</updated><title type='text'>#prontofalei</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/SyusW8DRZWI/AAAAAAAAA7U/MIKCJ0RPUbo/s1600-h/blob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/SyusW8DRZWI/AAAAAAAAA7U/MIKCJ0RPUbo/s320/blob.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416612486920103266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O conto "Mal do Século", uma extração das narrativas de cunho político da novela “Vistarmada”, está &lt;a href="http://www.overmundo.com.br/banco/mal-do-seculo "&gt;disponível&lt;/a&gt; em Overmundo. O texto foi encomendado e recusado para uma antologia com histórias de ficção científica sobre assuntos políticos. Normal. Entretanto, não seria justo omitir algumas considerações (algumas já elaboradas na &lt;a href="http://ivanhegenberg.blogspot.com/2009/12/os-dias-da-peste.html"&gt;área de comentários&lt;/a&gt; de uma resenha de “Os Dias da Peste”, de Fábio Fernandes). Primeiro: o editor do Anuário Brasileiro de Literatura Fantástica não estava ciente em que seara estava se metendo, pois, se soubesse, não teria convidado um autor autotélico (definição: autor que explora aspectos “autopoiéticos” do texto narrativo). Segundo: narrativas de ficção científica não necessariamente são “histórias de carochinha” e eventualmente podem arriscar torções de formato (por exemplo, em termos de &lt;em&gt;timing&lt;/em&gt;, o conto é 2/3 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diegesis"&gt;diegesis&lt;/a&gt; e 1/3 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/D%C3%A9nouement"&gt;dénouement&lt;/a&gt;; e, em termos de estilo, o conto homenageia a digressão miscelânica de Laurence Sterne). Terceiro: o editor esperava “um texto mais fluente, em que a ação transcorra mais por meio dos personagens” e recebeu um ensaio sobre a formação de ideologias, corrupção moral e envenenamento psíquico das massas (apud Serge Tchakhotine). Dito isso, o conto possui, sim, uma estrutura narrativa do tipo “carochinha” (clique o gráfico acima para ver os detalhes). A presente crítica pode sugerir “orgulho ferido” ou outras coisas do gênero, mas, secretamente, celebra a recusa e conclui: a FC nacional decididamente não está preparada para dar o seu salto quântico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689069434981532779-5908403802329154281?l=autofagia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/5908403802329154281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/5908403802329154281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autofagia2.blogspot.com/2009/12/prontofalei.html' title='#prontofalei'/><author><name>g]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890386002516117242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/photos/kujawski%40gmail.com?w4ss2vcdntvh&amp;sml=1&amp;rp=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/SyusW8DRZWI/AAAAAAAAA7U/MIKCJ0RPUbo/s72-c/blob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689069434981532779.post-6362793860464604819</id><published>2009-09-09T16:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:44:25.504-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Tupinipunk na Continuum</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Augusto Paim redigiu, na revista do Itaú Cultural, uma &lt;a href="http://www.itaucultural.org.br/index.cfm?cd_pagina=2720&amp;cd_materia=1093"&gt;reflexão&lt;/a&gt; sobre o movimento &lt;em&gt;cyberpunk&lt;/em&gt; no Brasil (Fábio Fernandes a &lt;a href="http://www.verbeat.org/blogs/posestranho/2009/09/o_fim_de_um_movimento.html"&gt;referendou&lt;/a&gt; em seu blog). E, graças aos esforços de Viktor Chagas, o livro "Piritas Siderais" (mencionado no texto) agora pode ser &lt;a href="http://www.overmundo.com.br/banco/piritas-siderais"&gt;baixado&lt;/a&gt; serenamente no &lt;a href="http://www.overmundo.com.br"&gt;Overmundo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689069434981532779-6362793860464604819?l=autofagia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/6362793860464604819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/6362793860464604819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autofagia2.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-tupinipunk-na-continuum.html' title='Um Tupinipunk na Continuum'/><author><name>g]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890386002516117242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/photos/kujawski%40gmail.com?w4ss2vcdntvh&amp;sml=1&amp;rp=1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689069434981532779.post-2008877011940590862</id><published>2009-07-08T11:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:05:15.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hipergazetas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt; RT @exucaveiracover &lt;a href="http://is.gd/1qrEm"&gt;entrevista&lt;/a&gt; vapt-vupt com @kuja, autor de piritas siderais, sobre #hipergazetas e microblogagem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689069434981532779-2008877011940590862?l=autofagia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/2008877011940590862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/2008877011940590862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autofagia2.blogspot.com/2009/07/hipergazetas.html' title='Hipergazetas!'/><author><name>g]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890386002516117242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/photos/kujawski%40gmail.com?w4ss2vcdntvh&amp;sml=1&amp;rp=1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689069434981532779.post-7425097975332956242</id><published>2008-12-15T21:40:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:44:59.435-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Canais Comunicantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/SUbrCi9TO3I/AAAAAAAAAxE/G8MYE-6mT_w/s1600-h/lbp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/SUbrCi9TO3I/AAAAAAAAAxE/G8MYE-6mT_w/s320/lbp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280166042114669426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1UccrG4ba4"&gt;Comercial&lt;/a&gt; de lançamento do videogame &lt;strong&gt;LittleBigPlanet&lt;/strong&gt;. Estariam os sonhos dos terráqueos indo para &lt;em&gt;Akasa&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689069434981532779-7425097975332956242?l=autofagia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/7425097975332956242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/7425097975332956242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autofagia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/canais-comunicantes.html' title='Canais Comunicantes'/><author><name>g]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890386002516117242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/photos/kujawski%40gmail.com?w4ss2vcdntvh&amp;sml=1&amp;rp=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/SUbrCi9TO3I/AAAAAAAAAxE/G8MYE-6mT_w/s72-c/lbp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689069434981532779.post-755224714718477223</id><published>2008-10-31T22:55:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:01:40.045-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/SQupJN9kdQI/AAAAAAAAAvE/cRjsn0_-heg/s1600-h/danmcp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/SQupJN9kdQI/AAAAAAAAAvE/cRjsn0_-heg/s320/danmcp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263486565344376066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A neblina é o consolo do solitário. Ela preenche o abismo que o cerca.&lt;/blockquote&gt; [imagem: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/danmcp/"&gt;Dan McPharlin&lt;/a&gt;; texto: Walter Benjamin, &lt;em&gt;konvolut&lt;/em&gt; Baudelaire]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689069434981532779-755224714718477223?l=autofagia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/755224714718477223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/755224714718477223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autofagia2.blogspot.com/2008/10/solitaire.html' title='Solitaire'/><author><name>g]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890386002516117242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/photos/kujawski%40gmail.com?w4ss2vcdntvh&amp;sml=1&amp;rp=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/SQupJN9kdQI/AAAAAAAAAvE/cRjsn0_-heg/s72-c/danmcp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689069434981532779.post-9047400430884366261</id><published>2008-09-22T16:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:00:53.105-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Terra Incognita</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/SNf4oeMOlvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/4ivMcNKqR9E/s1600-h/ti1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/SNf4oeMOlvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/4ivMcNKqR9E/s320/ti1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248937264906409714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finalmente, &lt;a href="http://verbeat.org/terraincognita/"&gt;Terra Incognita&lt;/a&gt; no ar! Nova revista on-line de FC editada por Fábio Fernandes e Jacques Barcia. E está lá, no primeiro volume, a noveleta com a qual eu martelei a cabeça dos dois ou três leitores desse blog durante meses. Adorei a última frase do editorial deles: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Não estamos pedindo licença a ninguém. Exigimos o direito à visibilidade. Estamos aqui para invadir as casas, os computadores e as consciências de vocês. Nas palavras de J.G.Ballard, visionário precursor dos cyberpunks, nós somos os vírus do sistema. E estamos aqui para explodir as espaçonaves clarkeanas, desprogramar os robôs asimovianos, desvendar as farsas dos códigos davincis, tirar a titia úrsula k. leguin pra dançar forró, trazer o incrível, fantástico, extraordinariamente bizarro das novas gerações e dizer a vocês, tomem, este é o nosso sangue, é o nosso corpo, que é dado por vós. Vocês vão ter que nos engolir. Mas vão gostar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689069434981532779-9047400430884366261?l=autofagia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/9047400430884366261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/9047400430884366261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autofagia2.blogspot.com/2008/09/terra-incognita.html' title='Terra Incognita'/><author><name>g]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890386002516117242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/photos/kujawski%40gmail.com?w4ss2vcdntvh&amp;sml=1&amp;rp=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/SNf4oeMOlvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/4ivMcNKqR9E/s72-c/ti1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689069434981532779.post-8848139731245056030</id><published>2008-06-04T18:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:27:51.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bergmanianas</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/SEcIKQAVS6I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/mwI2LBlbZeE/s1600-h/Piaui_Morte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/SEcIKQAVS6I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/mwI2LBlbZeE/s320/Piaui_Morte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208140466265344930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A capa da última revista Piauí colocou uma ilustração de Ian Falconer para a The New Yorker. Sei que isso não chega a ser um &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;spoiler&lt;/span&gt; para um ou dois fantasmas que eventualmente acessam esse blog, mas ela representa exatamente o &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;denouement&lt;/span&gt; do conto "O Irradiador", que será publicado na revista &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Terra Incognita&lt;/span&gt;, em julho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689069434981532779-8848139731245056030?l=autofagia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/8848139731245056030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/8848139731245056030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autofagia2.blogspot.com/2008/06/bergmanianas.html' title='Bergmanianas'/><author><name>g]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890386002516117242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/photos/kujawski%40gmail.com?w4ss2vcdntvh&amp;sml=1&amp;rp=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/SEcIKQAVS6I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/mwI2LBlbZeE/s72-c/Piaui_Morte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689069434981532779.post-7921174537146345181</id><published>2008-02-13T16:57:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:39:52.964-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Laerte Acidental</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/R7M9xl7vDgI/AAAAAAAAAYU/TJTRBfzRZHo/s1600-h/laerte.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/R7M9xl7vDgI/AAAAAAAAAYU/TJTRBfzRZHo/s320/laerte.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166541119729634818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Então, quando achei que já tinha percorrido os 35 andares, senti o tempo paralisar de repente&lt;/span&gt;. Esse é exatamente um dos argumentos de "O Irradiador"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689069434981532779-7921174537146345181?l=autofagia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/7921174537146345181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/7921174537146345181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autofagia2.blogspot.com/2008/02/laerte-acidental.html' title='Laerte Acidental'/><author><name>g]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890386002516117242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/photos/kujawski%40gmail.com?w4ss2vcdntvh&amp;sml=1&amp;rp=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/R7M9xl7vDgI/AAAAAAAAAYU/TJTRBfzRZHo/s72-c/laerte.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689069434981532779.post-5192075223723048906</id><published>2008-01-04T16:04:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:48:59.441-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Irradiador</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/R351VFf1XhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UoZt9d85RkI/s1600-h/final3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/R351VFf1XhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UoZt9d85RkI/s320/final3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151684028871826962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;UPDATE (16/04)&lt;/strong&gt;: Esparsos leitores, caros fantasmas (&lt;em&gt;apud&lt;/em&gt; José Trajano). O rascunho do conto "O Irradiador" (agora no singular) foi retirado do ar por um bom motivo. Está sendo finalizado para ser publicado numa futura revista de ficção científica editada por &lt;a href="http://thefix-online.com/author/fabio/"&gt;Fábio Fernandes&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://human2dot0.wordpress.com/"&gt;Jacques Barcia&lt;/a&gt;. O argumento para um segundo conto, de laivo "new weird", já está fechado e em breve virá à tona também. Agradeço a compreensão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689069434981532779-5192075223723048906?l=autofagia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/5192075223723048906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/5192075223723048906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autofagia2.blogspot.com/2008/01/os-irradiadores-v.html' title='O Irradiador'/><author><name>g]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890386002516117242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/photos/kujawski%40gmail.com?w4ss2vcdntvh&amp;sml=1&amp;rp=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/R351VFf1XhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UoZt9d85RkI/s72-c/final3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689069434981532779.post-6198100366645314198</id><published>2007-12-10T21:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:55:05.445-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O pássaro do espaço...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/R13OQKOZ-lI/AAAAAAAAATI/d-H8bBo0N88/s1600-h/conc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/R13OQKOZ-lI/AAAAAAAAATI/d-H8bBo0N88/s320/conc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142493126544980562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...sempre se assustava com a aproximação do ornitólogo, que apesar de tomar todo o cuidado do mundo para não fazer nenhum movimento brusco, acabava sempre pisando em algum graveto. O observador também se escondia atrás de um espelho falso para observar o andamento da ave, pois sabia que o objeto observado nunca pode saber que está sendo observado, mesmo estando sob forte suspeita de que mil olhos estão caindo sobre si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pássaros e as partículas subatômicas não gostam de ser observados e, quando assim o percebem, despistam o olho intruso das mais variadas formas. São dois ao mesmo tempo, voam para o alto da abobada ogival, imitam os homens e falam a sua língua. Isso é o que Weber chama de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;verstehen&lt;/span&gt;, ou olhar com os olhos dos outros com o intuito de alargar a veneziana da consciência. Maior a visão da Mente Total, maior o corte fino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O galo ocupou a proa e dirigiu-se em direção ao deus hindu dos megawatts. A invisibilidade não conta e a luz atrai (trai?) os peixes. Os pássaros e as partículas subatômicas tornam-se evanescentes quando percebem que estão sendo observados, correm para longe de Maratona. Pulam para fora de si mesmos, evadem-se da luz que trai. Observar sem ser observado é colocar em perigo o objeto observado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689069434981532779-6198100366645314198?l=autofagia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/6198100366645314198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/6198100366645314198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autofagia2.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-pssaro-do-espao-sempre-se-assustava.html' title='O pássaro do espaço...'/><author><name>g]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890386002516117242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/photos/kujawski%40gmail.com?w4ss2vcdntvh&amp;sml=1&amp;rp=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/R13OQKOZ-lI/AAAAAAAAATI/d-H8bBo0N88/s72-c/conc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689069434981532779.post-3548702218942393991</id><published>2007-12-10T20:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T11:01:01.716-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"No princípio" - por Gregory Bateson</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/R13Bd6OZ-cI/AAAAAAAAAR4/HpkoxnuUW38/s1600-h/kuja1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/R13Bd6OZ-cI/AAAAAAAAAR4/HpkoxnuUW38/s320/kuja1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142479069117020610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No princípio, tudo era mingau; e o mingau era disforme e vazio. E Deus chocava diante do mingau. “Uma galinha é o modo de o ovo fazer um outro ovo”. E, enquanto ele chocava, o mingau se dividiu e virou uma porção de mingauzinhos. E Deus olhou e viu que era bom.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eis que o Nome daquele Deus era Tinkertoy e Tinkertoy tinha um sacolão cheio de engenhosos truquezinhos de mágica.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/R13Bj6OZ-dI/AAAAAAAAASA/7M-EboH1RJ8/s1600-h/kuja2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/R13Bj6OZ-dI/AAAAAAAAASA/7M-EboH1RJ8/s320/kuja2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142479172196235730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E cada uma das porções de mingau entrou no sacolão para ver o que conseguia pegar. E as mais afortunadas pegaram mais truques do que as menos afortunadas. Assim como está escrito: Àquele que tem, lhe seja dado, mas daquele que não tem, lhe seja tirado até mesmo aquilo que parecia ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;E Deus chamou os truques de adaptações, e Ele olhou e viu que era bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;E em seguida elas correram ao redor, cada uma segundo sua espécie. E comeram-se umas as outras. E algumas espécies comeram de sua própria espécie. Somente o cachorro não.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/R13BoaOZ-eI/AAAAAAAAASI/kaUhjajNlAY/s1600-h/kuja3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/R13BoaOZ-eI/AAAAAAAAASI/kaUhjajNlAY/s320/kuja3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142479249505647074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E Deus olhou e viu que era bom e disse: Eis as criaturas que criei à imagem de Charles Darwin. Como roubam espertamente as idéias umas das outras.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aconteceu que, entre as refeições, passaram a brincar de um jogo. Cada um contra todos e todos contra um. E o nome do jogo era “Livre Iniciativa”. E cada um passou a jogar o mais sujo possível, de acordo com os truques que tinha recebido.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas Deus sempre ganhava, pois jogava em ziguezague, assim como uma narceja voa.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então O deixaram de fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Publicado originalmente na revista &lt;a href="http://www.erratica.com.br"&gt;ERRÁTICA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689069434981532779-3548702218942393991?l=autofagia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/3548702218942393991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689069434981532779/posts/default/3548702218942393991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autofagia2.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-princpio-por-gregory-bateson.html' title='&quot;No princípio&quot; - por Gregory Bateson'/><author><name>g]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890386002516117242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mail.google.com/mail/photos/kujawski%40gmail.com?w4ss2vcdntvh&amp;sml=1&amp;rp=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WbK-Uxy9cWk/R13Bd6OZ-cI/AAAAAAAAAR4/HpkoxnuUW38/s72-c/kuja1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
