<?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-3966535290839980934</id><updated>2011-08-10T16:56:57.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstruse Certainty</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wallance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619313031452608692</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-3966535290839980934.post-5057674688047915795</id><published>2007-09-04T02:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T03:20:43.007-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's an equation.</title><summary type='text'>      Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange.   -   (Remove greed, you have more than a theory.)      The scientific laws of thermodynamics draws a similarity to the alchemist law of equivalent exchange. The first law of thermodynamics states that energy can be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/5057674688047915795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966535290839980934&amp;postID=5057674688047915795' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/5057674688047915795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/5057674688047915795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-equation.html' title='It&apos;s an equation.'/><author><name>Wallance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619313031452608692</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hM4W84R-Is/Rtz5CaAQr9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qOyHAq6y-Gw/s72-c/unequal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966535290839980934.post-6094223480554746722</id><published>2007-07-12T01:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T01:56:18.299-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bosta;Cinza : Um reply</title><summary type='text'>é uma bosta, sim. e cinza, sim.e o que é considerado colorido acaba sendo apenas um degrade de cinza. Do quase preto pro quase branco.é possivel uma foto preto e branco ser bonita sim, mas a primeira coisa que quero fazer é imaginar essa foto com cores e quão melhor seria com as cores que eu imaginasse nela.é uma bosta, sim. e cinza, sim.no fundo somos egoístas. cada um quer do seu jeito. e se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/6094223480554746722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966535290839980934&amp;postID=6094223480554746722' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/6094223480554746722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/6094223480554746722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/2007/07/bostacinza-um-reply.html' title='Bosta;Cinza : Um reply'/><author><name>Wallance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619313031452608692</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966535290839980934.post-2587028679012513764</id><published>2007-07-08T01:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T02:33:53.527-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><summary type='text'>- On I-35 south -22:42 - Falta uma hora pra chegar em casa.iPod - Ana Carolina &amp; Seu Jorge ao vivo.eu - sinto que deveria estar, mas não estou, no bagageiro..- Eu os observo através de silhouetas causadas pelos faróis. -- Eles conversam, dois meses de conversa atrasados. (A conversa diaria pelo telefone indifere nessa contagem.)Conversam com palavras, conversam sem palavras.É nítida: a saudades </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/2587028679012513764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966535290839980934&amp;postID=2587028679012513764' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/2587028679012513764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/2587028679012513764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/2007/07/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>Wallance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619313031452608692</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-3966535290839980934.post-4222848786335361991</id><published>2007-06-21T00:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T01:55:42.685-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The day begins</title><summary type='text'>I woke with a chill, the wall was sending cold winds towards me. Forgot to set the air conditioner back to automatic, again.The controller tells me it's 5 o'clock, as I turn the auto button on.Back in bed...Can't sleep. How long have I been awake? 10 minutes, says the controller...Another ten minutes...Uncover my head, the suns coming up. 5:33, says the controler...Might as well get up, shave, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/4222848786335361991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966535290839980934&amp;postID=4222848786335361991' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/4222848786335361991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/4222848786335361991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-begins.html' title='The day begins'/><author><name>Wallance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619313031452608692</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hM4W84R-Is/RnoEQi-eCFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5Z5sL6SxwGQ/s72-c/Drops-Of-Rain-On-My-Window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966535290839980934.post-3311713502236195795</id><published>2007-06-20T01:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T03:02:08.981-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"..."</title><summary type='text'>I have the desire to write, I have so much to tell, share, give (I'd sell them if I could. rs).What I do not have?, the will to do so...None, zero, nada, zip.I've been waiting for the moment: My comeback!Telling vivid tails with laughters that give color even to an albino.Of kisses that make even "Gone with the wind" seem - maybe that's to far. Hands touching flowers so softly, they moan in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/3311713502236195795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966535290839980934&amp;postID=3311713502236195795' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/3311713502236195795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/3311713502236195795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='&quot;...&quot;'/><author><name>Wallance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619313031452608692</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hM4W84R-Is/RnjCry-eCEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/brhi8PsKCNY/s72-c/gonewithwind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966535290839980934.post-4222828977981747807</id><published>2007-05-31T01:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T03:03:04.324-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable</title><summary type='text'>I have no regrets, although many sorrows.But no need for more then one at a time, não é?In the romance portion of my life, so far, I only have one sorrow:One summerish night some years ago, I was having the the best time of my life.A huge celebration was going on, around me and within me.I was in love, with a girl, with myself, with the night..with life!Yet I only had one thing in mind - to have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/4222828977981747807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966535290839980934&amp;postID=4222828977981747807' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/4222828977981747807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/4222828977981747807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/2007/05/unforgettable.html' title='Unforgettable'/><author><name>Wallance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619313031452608692</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966535290839980934.post-6796290313572439185</id><published>2007-01-29T20:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:00:57.015-02:00</updated><title type='text'>How hard can sharing be?</title><summary type='text'>My girlfreind has been living with me for a month now.I just gave myself up, caught red handed.She is living with me, not me living with her, even less us living together.She is in my house, sleeping on my bed, eating off of my plates, using my towels...How hard can sharing be?Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love my girlfriend!I have no objections of us being together under the same roof, au </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/6796290313572439185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966535290839980934&amp;postID=6796290313572439185' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/6796290313572439185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/6796290313572439185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-hard-can-sharing-be.html' title='How hard can sharing be?'/><author><name>Wallance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619313031452608692</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-3966535290839980934.post-6663456752773465273</id><published>2007-01-24T10:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T10:34:15.509-02:00</updated><title type='text'>As I'm listening...</title><summary type='text'>...to Ladytron's new album I close my eyes. I'm very sleepy since I woke up so damn early, so I start to fall asleep. Still in the limbo between reality and dream I see your face, smiling beautifully. Of course I should, since you were the one that introduced and inspires me into the alternative world. It's a small detail, one I never shared and never thanked you for it.Thank you very much!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/6663456752773465273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966535290839980934&amp;postID=6663456752773465273' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/6663456752773465273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/6663456752773465273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-im-listening.html' title='As I&apos;m listening...'/><author><name>Wallance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619313031452608692</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-3966535290839980934.post-1174239888058897853</id><published>2007-01-24T09:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T10:12:22.763-02:00</updated><title type='text'>You...</title><summary type='text'>...have been on my mind for many days, weeks actually.I miss you, very much infact.I miss what we had, even what we could have.I miss how you made me feel, and how you felt.I miss listening to you, as well as you listening to me.I miss my best friend, even with out the vice-versa.You also have been on my mind for weeks, months actually.I do not miss you, as a matter of fact.I do not miss what we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/1174239888058897853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966535290839980934&amp;postID=1174239888058897853' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/1174239888058897853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/1174239888058897853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/2007/01/you.html' title='You...'/><author><name>Wallance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619313031452608692</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-3966535290839980934.post-6560636795668691117</id><published>2007-01-17T13:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:35:01.501-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm having...</title><summary type='text'>...esoteric desires,clouded thoughts,scrambled ideas,and odd plans.All at the same time,out of order,with no connections...Argh!!Yet there's a soothing feeling behind all this.I'm certain of every single one of them (desires, thoughts, ideas, plans).An abstruse certainty.Abstruse for this moment, as most are...My virgo patience is most often rewarding.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/6560636795668691117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966535290839980934&amp;postID=6560636795668691117' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/6560636795668691117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/6560636795668691117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-having.html' title='I&apos;m having...'/><author><name>Wallance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619313031452608692</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-3966535290839980934.post-2759617722824808764</id><published>2007-01-16T17:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T17:53:35.560-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ab·struse</title><summary type='text'>ab·struse   [ab-stroos]–adjective1.hard to understand; recondite; esoteric: abstruse theories.2.Obsolete. secret; hidden.[Origin: 1590–1600; Latin abstrūsus, past participle of abstrūdere, to hide : abs-, ab-, away;  + trūdere, to push; see treud- in Indo-European roots.]—Related formsab·struse·ly, adverbab·struse·ness, noun—Synonyms 1. incomprehensible, unfathomable, arcane.—Antonyms 1. clear, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/feeds/2759617722824808764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966535290839980934&amp;postID=2759617722824808764' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/2759617722824808764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966535290839980934/posts/default/2759617722824808764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstrusecertainty.blogspot.com/2007/01/abstruse_16.html' title='ab·struse'/><author><name>Wallance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619313031452608692</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>
