[lang_en]Some nice tips on how to photograph lightning from Digital Photograhy School. I guess I will be out during the next scheduled storm[/lang_en]
[lang_pt]Algumas dicas simples para fotografar relâmpagos no blog Digital Photograhy School. Agora só falta esperar pela próxima tempestade[/lang_pt] 🙂

How To Photograph Lightning

[lang_en]Yes, it is true…

A little note today on a Portuguese daily about the heir to the throne of Ireland being Portuguese in Diário de Noticias.

Indeed, from: O’Neill coat of arms

Hugo O Neill, son of Jorge, whose family has been in Portugal since the eighteenth century, is officially recognized by the offices of arms throughout Europe as titular Prince and Count of Tyrone and Clanaboy, but he refuses to use this title. Hugo is, in fact, a Portuguese nobleman who prefers to use his Irish title, O Neill Buidhe of Clanaboy.

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De facto, é verdade…

… Em 1607, no chamado The Flight Of The Earls – episódio da história da Irlanda que se refere ao exí­lio compulsório da aristocracia do Ulster – Hugh O’Neill, o último rei do Ulster, deixou o paí­s.

A Portugal o primeiro O’Neill chegou em 1736. Chamava-se Shane e tinha boas relações com a monarquia e a mais alta aristocracia.

Referências:
Notí­cia no Diário de Noticias
O’Neill coat of arms
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[lang_en]Insightful article on the importance of the interplay between the background and the foreground for a good photography:[/lang_en][lang_pt]Artigo interessante sobre a importância da conjugação da cena de fundo com o tema de foco para uma fotografia de excepção:[/lang_pt]
Foreground – Background – Photofocus

[lang_en]If there was any doubt that the current “music industry” front acts like racketeers…
Deep Purple must pay fine for playing their own songs in Russia[/lang_en][lang_pt]Se é que ainda existiam dúvidas que a “industria fonográfica” actua como uma máfia…

Deep Purple terão que pagar multa a si próprios por tocarem as suas próprias canções na Russia[/lang_pt]
via TechDirt

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I’ll say it clear,
I’ll state my case, of which Im certain.

I’ve lived a life thats full.
I’ve traveled each and every highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, I’ve had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried.
I’ve had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say – not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows –
And did it my way!

Frank Sinatra (Wikipedia)
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[lang_en]…They came first for the Communists,
And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Communist;

And then they came for the trade unionists,
And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a trade unionist;

And then they came for the Jews,
And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Jew;

And then… they came for me…
And by that time there was no one left to speak up.[/lang_en]
[lang_pt]…Primeiro eles vieram buscar os Comunistas,
e eu não falei nada porque não era Comunista;

Depois eles vieram buscar os sindicalistas,
e eu não falei nada porque não era sindicalista;

Depois eles vieram buscar os judeus,
e eu não falei nada porque não era judeu;

E depois… eles vieram para buscar a mim…
E por essa altura, não existia mais ninguém que pudesse falar algo[/lang_pt]

Martin Niemöller (Wikipedia)

[lang_en]Not only the house is in ruins, but the sky is also falling…[/lang_en]
[lang_pt]Não só a casa está ruindo, como o céu está caindo…[/lang_pt]

(Indira Hofmann ’09)

Gunfire in the street
Where we used to meet
Echoes that are beat
When the bass goes “bomb”
Right over my head
Step over the dead
Remember what you said

You know the part about life
Is just a waking dream
Well I know what you mean
But that ain’t how it seems right here, right now

How can this be real?
I can hardly feel
Anymore

I am trying to see
I am trying to believe
This is not where I should be
I am trying to believe

Blood hardens in the sand
Cold metal in my hand
Hope you understand the way that things are gonna be
There’s nowhere left to hide
‘Cause God is on our side
I keep telling myself

I am trying to see
I am trying to believe
This is not where I should be
I am trying to believe

NiN/Year0
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