<?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-5704420</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:02:30.460Z</updated><title type='text'>caderno de um jornalista velho</title><subtitle type='html'>rascunhos e recortes de jornais e outras coisas mais
(de júlio roldão, sem garantia ou prazo de validade)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roldeck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704420/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldeck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>roldeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006108631297156424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_POU5D8NX2Nk/SL7P5DN5SsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UdX4JXyCd-8/S220/seleu2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704420.post-7875554256356745478</id><published>2007-03-13T15:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-03-13T15:54:42.748Z</updated><title type='text'>segundo regresso</title><summary type='text'>Nem quero crer. Este blogue nasceu em 2003 e já estamos em 2007</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704420/posts/default/7875554256356745478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704420/posts/default/7875554256356745478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldeck.blogspot.com/2007/03/segundo-regresso.html' title='segundo regresso'/><author><name>roldeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006108631297156424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_POU5D8NX2Nk/SL7P5DN5SsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UdX4JXyCd-8/S220/seleu2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704420.post-111572629644388018</id><published>2005-05-10T12:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T12:58:16.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>caderno de um jornalista</title><summary type='text'>Olá, de novo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704420/posts/default/111572629644388018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704420/posts/default/111572629644388018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldeck.blogspot.com/2005/05/caderno-de-um-jornalista.html' title='caderno de um jornalista'/><author><name>roldeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006108631297156424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_POU5D8NX2Nk/SL7P5DN5SsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UdX4JXyCd-8/S220/seleu2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704420.post-106574073734720794</id><published>2003-10-10T00:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T00:05:37.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Discernir</title><summary type='text'>Há dias, num debate da RTP, a jornalista Aura Miguel, da Rádio Renascença, revelou ao auditório que João Paulo II lhe dissera, em tempos, que uma das condições de um bom jornalista é discernir. Discernir sempre. Aura Miguel é uma das jornalistas (a única portuguesa) com lugar marcado nos voos papais. Numa dessas viagens, quando João Paulo II, então ainda muito ágil fisicamente, foi cumprimentar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704420/posts/default/106574073734720794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704420/posts/default/106574073734720794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldeck.blogspot.com/2003/10/discernir.html' title='Discernir'/><author><name>roldeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006108631297156424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_POU5D8NX2Nk/SL7P5DN5SsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UdX4JXyCd-8/S220/seleu2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704420.post-106449096034251759</id><published>2003-09-25T12:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T12:55:59.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A pior aluna</title><summary type='text'>Leio, na edição de hoje do "24 horas", o nome da universitária que o jornal considera a pior. Foi a que entrou, este ano, para o Ensino Superior, com a classificação mais baixa. No mesmo artigo, nomeia-se, como a melhor, a aluna que obteve a nota mais elevada nos exames de acesso à Universidade. Como se este ranking fosse legítimo, como se este ranking - baseado numa classificação (de zero a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704420/posts/default/106449096034251759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704420/posts/default/106449096034251759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldeck.blogspot.com/2003/09/pior-aluna.html' title='A pior aluna'/><author><name>roldeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006108631297156424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_POU5D8NX2Nk/SL7P5DN5SsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UdX4JXyCd-8/S220/seleu2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704420.post-106251461825242610</id><published>2003-09-02T15:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:12:23.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>falsa partida</title><summary type='text'>Afinal, ao contrário do que pensava, as testemunhas do "caso Casa Pia" ainda não começaram a depor para memória futura, por força de um requerimento de recusa do juiz apresentado pelos advogados de seis dos arguidos. O "incidente de recusa" foi assumido como acto de validade suspensiva, adiando o início das inquirições marcado para ontem. Uma espécie de falsa partida, como nas corridas de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704420/posts/default/106251461825242610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704420/posts/default/106251461825242610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldeck.blogspot.com/2003/09/falsa-partida.html' title='falsa partida'/><author><name>roldeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006108631297156424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_POU5D8NX2Nk/SL7P5DN5SsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UdX4JXyCd-8/S220/seleu2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704420.post-106181636321651423</id><published>2003-08-25T13:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T13:59:23.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>isetta bmw</title><summary type='text'>Regressado de um fim-de-semana em Viana do Castelo, na Romaria da Senhora d'Agonia (não basta ser jornalista de um jornal que se diz popular de qualidade), circulo, no trajecto habitual para o JN, atrás de uma carrinha que transporta um isetta bmw, um daqueles mini carros, dos anos 50, que davam pelo nome de ovo. No caso, um ovo amarelo. Fico a pensar como é que um carro com mais de 50 anos ainda</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704420/posts/default/106181636321651423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704420/posts/default/106181636321651423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldeck.blogspot.com/2003/08/isetta-bmw.html' title='isetta bmw'/><author><name>roldeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006108631297156424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_POU5D8NX2Nk/SL7P5DN5SsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UdX4JXyCd-8/S220/seleu2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704420.post-106146322926716309</id><published>2003-08-21T11:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T12:04:39.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>algo anestesiado</title><summary type='text'>Abri este diário no dia em que a morte de Sérgio Vieira de Melo, em Bagdad, foi manchete nos jornais de todo o mundo. Teria sido interessante reflectir um pouco sobre tão "insano" atentado, para usar as palavras do presidente brasileiro Lula da Silva, mas a minha atenção ficou presa aos mecanismos da edição deste diário. Há nestas novas tecnologias da informação algo de anestesiante.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704420/posts/default/106146322926716309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704420/posts/default/106146322926716309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldeck.blogspot.com/2003/08/algo-anestesiado.html' title='algo anestesiado'/><author><name>roldeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006108631297156424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_POU5D8NX2Nk/SL7P5DN5SsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UdX4JXyCd-8/S220/seleu2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704420.post-106139589430779758</id><published>2003-08-20T17:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T17:11:34.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>abertura sem pompa</title><summary type='text'>Neste regresso ao trabalho, abro, sem qualquer pompa, este diário jornalístico. Como quem lança, à navegação marítima, uma mensagem escrita numa garrafa sem gin.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704420/posts/default/106139589430779758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704420/posts/default/106139589430779758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roldeck.blogspot.com/2003/08/abertura-sem-pompa.html' title='abertura sem pompa'/><author><name>roldeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006108631297156424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_POU5D8NX2Nk/SL7P5DN5SsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UdX4JXyCd-8/S220/seleu2.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
