What burns?

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Decidi seguir um exemplo (talvez roubar descaradamente a ideia seja mais apropriado) que vi num blogue que sigo. Quando aqui no Weedeias se fazem posts que usam as lebels "confissões ressabiadas", "Estúpido" entre outras, obviamente se está a falar mal de alguma coisa/pessoa. Assim, a partir de hoje, sempre que eu fizer um post que se encaixe nessa categoria vou colocar no fim a seguinte imagem...


Além de se adaptar perfeitamente a certo tipo de situações/pessoas, acho que o cartoon está excelente. Convido todos os participantes a usufruir deste cartoon quando assim se justificar!

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Um vídeo interessantíssimo, uma TED talk pelo John Maeda . Sobre John Maeda: John Maeda is a world-renowned graphic designer, visual artist, and computer scientist at the MIT Media Lab , and is a founding voice for “simplicity” in the digital age. - John Maeda is a graphic designer and computer scientist dedicated to linking design and technology. Through the software tools, web pages and books he creates, as well as his devoted students at MIT's Media Lab, he spreads his philosophy of elegant simplicity.
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Sonnet 47

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Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other: When that mine eye is famish'd for a look, Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother, With my love's picture then my eye doth feast And to the painted banquet bids my heart; Another time mine eye is my heart's guest And in his thoughts of love doth share a part: So, either by thy picture or my love, Thyself away art resent still with me; For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move, And I am still with them and they with thee; Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight. Shakespeare, Sonnet 47 (Inglês currente: Between my eyes and heart a pact is made, And they each now do good things for the other: When my eyes are starved for a look (at you), Or my heart smothers itself with sighs, On my love's picture my eyes do feast And my eyes call my heart to this beautiful picture; Another ...
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