<?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-11072698</id><updated>2011-07-28T04:12:31.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake</title><subtitle type='html'>It's not over yet.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocodept.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocodept.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NoCode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432941276619474123</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11072698.post-894534475689876520</id><published>2010-04-09T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T14:06:46.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11072698-894534475689876520?l=nocodept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/894534475689876520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/894534475689876520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocodept.blogspot.com/2010/04/zero.html' title=''/><author><name>NoCode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432941276619474123</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11072698.post-4303404471874772421</id><published>2008-04-14T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:00:31.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicola</title><content type='html'>Um dia faço um álbum.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia estarei no palco mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia volto à escola de música.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vou tirar um curso de produção musical.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vou melhorar a dicção de inglês.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vou pôr música.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vou emagrecer.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vou mudar radicalmente de visual.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia mostro ao mundo o iflux.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia mudo de profissão.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia deixo de parecer antipático.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vou fazer mais amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vou a londres.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia mudo-me para uma vivenda pós-moderna.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vou deixar de passar tanto tempo aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11072698-4303404471874772421?l=nocodept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/4303404471874772421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/4303404471874772421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocodept.blogspot.com/2008/04/cafs-nicola.html' title='Nicola'/><author><name>NoCode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432941276619474123</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11072698.post-3868868554588695927</id><published>2008-03-15T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T09:05:32.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for whom it may concern,&lt;br /&gt;forge ahead until you can no longer bleed&lt;br /&gt;fall in love until you can no longer dream&lt;br /&gt;feed your eyes and ears with all the knowledge your&lt;br /&gt;fertile mind will allow in this lifetime&lt;br /&gt;for you are married to the earth and stars&lt;br /&gt;friend, and they in turn, are providing the&lt;br /&gt;festivities which embrace your wanting person every&lt;br /&gt;feverish moment and haunted hour&lt;br /&gt;fill your tummy with sugars and sweets and swallow&lt;br /&gt;fine wines imported&lt;br /&gt;from other countries without&lt;br /&gt;forgetting to maintain your good health&lt;br /&gt;for as long as&lt;br /&gt;forever will last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in "Harmonies for the Haunted"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stellastarr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11072698-3868868554588695927?l=nocodept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/3868868554588695927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/3868868554588695927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocodept.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-whom-it-may-concern-forge-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>NoCode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432941276619474123</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11072698.post-2355572005004288210</id><published>2008-01-01T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:42:37.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prayer</title><content type='html'>Lord, give me grace and dancing feet&lt;br /&gt;And the power to impress&lt;br /&gt;Lord, give me grace and dancing feet&lt;br /&gt;Let me outshine them all&lt;br /&gt;Is it so wrong to crave recognition?&lt;br /&gt;Second best, runner up&lt;br /&gt;Is it so wrong to want rewarding?&lt;br /&gt;To Want More than is given to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight make me unstoppable&lt;br /&gt;And I will charm, I will slice, I will dazzle them with my Wit&lt;br /&gt;Tonight make me unstoppable&lt;br /&gt;And I will charm, I will slice, I will dazzle&lt;br /&gt;I Will Outshine Them All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the packed dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies throb in time&lt;br /&gt;Silent on the weekdays&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I claim what's mine&lt;br /&gt;Is it so wrong to crave recognition?&lt;br /&gt;Second best, runner up&lt;br /&gt;Is it so wrong to want rewarding?&lt;br /&gt;To Want More, than is given to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bloc Party, in "A Weekend in the City"(2007)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11072698-2355572005004288210?l=nocodept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/2355572005004288210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/2355572005004288210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocodept.blogspot.com/2008/01/lord-give-me-grace-and-dancing-feet-and.html' title='The Prayer'/><author><name>NoCode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432941276619474123</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11072698.post-996713651691597833</id><published>2007-12-13T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:57:25.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ask not what you can do for your country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ask what your country did to you. &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(Nicole Blackman, Indictment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Se o aluno falta, o professor dá-lhe outra aula para compensar.&lt;br /&gt;2. Se o aluno tem negativa no teste, o professor dá-lhe outro teste.&lt;br /&gt;3. Repetir os pontos 1 e 2 até o aluno deixar o professor passá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é esta a minha profissão hoje.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11072698-996713651691597833?l=nocodept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/996713651691597833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/996713651691597833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocodept.blogspot.com/2007/12/ask-not-what-you-can-do-for-your.html' title=''/><author><name>NoCode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432941276619474123</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11072698.post-115886260406264929</id><published>2006-08-06T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T11:22:28.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>Your Life's gonna course like a history book&lt;br /&gt;Don't be frightened of turning the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bright Eyes, in "Fevers and Mirrors")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11072698-115886260406264929?l=nocodept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/115886260406264929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/115886260406264929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocodept.blogspot.com/2006/08/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>NoCode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432941276619474123</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11072698.post-111106614055082649</id><published>2005-03-17T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T05:29:00.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Autobiography in Five Short Chapters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the street.&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;I fall in. I am lost&lt;br /&gt;I am helpless.&lt;br /&gt;It isn’t my fault.&lt;br /&gt;It takes forever to find a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the street.&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I am in the same place.&lt;br /&gt;But it isn’t my fault.&lt;br /&gt;It still takes a long time to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the street.&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;I see it is there.&lt;br /&gt;I still fall in&lt;br /&gt;it is a habit.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are open.&lt;br /&gt;I know where I am.&lt;br /&gt;It is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I get out immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the street.&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;I walk around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk down another street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portia Nelson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11072698-111106614055082649?l=nocodept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/111106614055082649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/111106614055082649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocodept.blogspot.com/2005/03/autobiography-in-five-short-chapters.html' title=''/><author><name>NoCode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432941276619474123</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11072698.post-111037907985753031</id><published>2005-03-09T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T06:45:57.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Million-Dollar Directors</title><content type='html'>Nunca percebi ao certo os critérios de alguns críticos e entendidos em relação às obras que avaliam, principalmente quando estas vêm de pessoas com nomes de peso.&lt;br /&gt;Million Dollar Baby é um filme banalíssimo que podia à vontade ir direct-to-video. The Aviator é uma história sem interesse demasiado longa. Sideways nao tem nada de especial. Ray é outra história desinteressante.&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana foi a gota de água, quando os 4 críticos do público deram 5/5/5/5 a Million Dollar Baby. E deram 6/10 aos 2 álbuns de Bright Eyes. Quando quase nunca concordamos com uma publicação, o melhor é desistir. Vou deixar de comprar o Y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11072698-111037907985753031?l=nocodept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/111037907985753031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/111037907985753031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocodept.blogspot.com/2005/03/million-dollar-directors.html' title='Million-Dollar Directors'/><author><name>NoCode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432941276619474123</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11072698.post-110998101201222530</id><published>2005-03-05T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T16:19:28.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vorzeca</title><content type='html'>Tenho muito orgulho em ser neto da pessoa mais bonita que alguma vez existiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde quer que estejas, Viva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia estes electrões cheguem ao Céu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11072698-110998101201222530?l=nocodept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/110998101201222530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/110998101201222530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocodept.blogspot.com/2005/03/vorzeca.html' title='Vorzeca'/><author><name>NoCode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432941276619474123</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11072698.post-110967204774612697</id><published>2005-03-01T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T02:14:07.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pós-Pop</title><content type='html'>Quando fui ao concerto de U2 no estádio de Alvalade, em 1997, lembro-me que estava com medo que os bilhetes esgotassem, quando os fui comprar. Devo ter ido nas primeiras semanas de venda, e fiz a compra sem problemas.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, quando passei pela bomba da BP em Setúbal antes de ir para a escola, deparo-me com uma fila de gente, que em princípio tinha passado lá a noite, para comprar logo de manhã o cobiçado bilhete.&lt;br /&gt;Não me lembro de acontecer algo similar em Portugal. O espectáculo de U2, devido à televisão e às notícias de esgotar bilhetes que vêm de fora (essas sim, sempre vieram), tornou-se num fenómeno social. Mediático. Televisivo.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero com isto dizer que não sejam bons os motivos pelo qual as pessoas deveriam comprar os bilhetes: os U2 têm um concerto magnífico, visual e musicalmente,  em  (quase) tudo recomendável. No entanto, quem quer comprar o bilhete, agora, quer por querer. E provavelmente rouba-o a quem gosta realmente da música da banda, mas não está disposto a passar uma noite ao relento para o obter, após terem esgotado os dez bilhetes à venda no multibanco.&lt;br /&gt;Forma-se assim uma fila de Ouve-Na-Rádio's, Para-Vender-Depois's e Aparece-Na-Televisão's que em nada beneficia a qualidade do público que se quer em qualquer espectáculo musical.&lt;br /&gt;Em 97 era a Pop tour. Mas parece que o Pop só agora começou.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11072698-110967204774612697?l=nocodept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/110967204774612697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/110967204774612697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocodept.blogspot.com/2005/03/ps-pop.html' title='Pós-Pop'/><author><name>NoCode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432941276619474123</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11072698.post-110933201822594220</id><published>2005-02-25T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T16:13:59.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome. Please Read The Warning Before Staying Long</title><content type='html'>You Are NoWhere. No Place. Maybe something hidden grabs your attention. Your problems are yourself. You are not who you think you are. You are You. You are Something. Something is great. You are Not Great. Maybe Someday you will see that you are not who you are supposed to be. Believe. Do not Do it. You are definitely not Me. I am Myself. You are not God. God is God. Don't be scared. Please enter my world. You are not welcome. Don't be scared. Be LieVe. You are self-sufficient. You need to eat. You always say the Right Things. Please do not be here. This is not the place for you. This is not a place. This is Something. Everything has a place. This is not a Thing. Maybe someday you will Understand that reading these lines affected your way of life. You are not Mad. I am Myself. Go away. Be here. &lt;a href="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/NoCode_/Local%20Settings/Temp/home.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please listen to the sound sorrounding you. Silence scares. Silence is nothing. Nothing Scares. Be Afraid. Leave. Come here. Maybe you are the one someone is waiting for. Be yourself. Do not Be Me. I am not Myself. Logic is not what you're looking for. Logic is Simple. Infinity is Complex. You long for the Complex. Try looking at yourself. You don't understand yourself. You are Complex. You are Infinity. Love is Infinity.  Love is Complex. Love is Nothing. Nothing is Complex. Give Up. Breathe. You are feeling different now. You cannot realize that but you Are Different Now. You are feeling your Nightmares are Back. You are not Paranoid. I am Paranoid. Breathe. Again. Let's continue. Please Breathe. Do Not Stop your Breathing. Stop is Death. Death is infinity. Infinity is complex. Do not continue now. Do not let your mind interfere on your thoughts. You long for the complex. Death is nothing. You long for Something. You long for Yourself. You are You. I am Nothing. Remember. Try. Remember. Others are not linked. You are the only One. Please do not Remember more. Remembering makes you mad. You are not paranoid. I am paranoid. You are nervous now. You are feeling insecure now. Please Breathe. Shout. Now. You feel better now. Remember. You are NoWhere. No Place. No Things. No Names. No Code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11072698-110933201822594220?l=nocodept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/110933201822594220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11072698/posts/default/110933201822594220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocodept.blogspot.com/2005/02/welcome-please-read-warning-before.html' title='Welcome. Please Read The Warning Before Staying Long'/><author><name>NoCode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432941276619474123</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></entry></feed>
