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This is a screensot from my latest Harry Potter stop-motion movie.
Watch how Hermione, Harry and Ron are mastering the iconic wizzard chess game in the full movie on YouTube:
I decided that Jinxie was watching way too many movies, so to keep him away from the TV, I bought him a chess game. It didn't take him long to learn how to play, and once he felt that he was really good at it, he challenged Georgie to a chess match. They took the chess game up onto our roof, where it was sunny and warm, and used one of the vents as a chess table. All was going well until.... (go to the next photo to see what happened next)
"Chess taught me how to make spontaneous moves into well thought-out strategies." -Tomitheos
Toronto, CANADA
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IN ENGLISH BELOW THE LINE
Foto presa amb una Rolleiflex 3.5 F, fabricada entre 1969 i 1971; Carl Zeiss Planar f3.5 / 75mm; Kodak Ektachrome E100, revelat a casa amb el kit E6 de Tetenal.
De fet, es tracta del primer rodet de diapositives (procés E6) que mai he revelat. És com el procés C41 per a negatius de color, però amb més passos i més pesat.
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Picture taken with a Rolleiflex 3.5 F, manufactured c. 1969-1971; Carl Zeiss Planar f3.5 / 75mm; Kodak Ektachrome E100, home developed with the Tetenal E6 kit.
This is in fact the first slide film I've ever developed myself. It's like the C41process but even with more baths and tighter temperature control.
Zugegeben, diese Art der Präsentation als Dyptichon habe ich nicht erfunden... allerdings scheint sie mir das probate Mittel, die extrem hohe Geschwindigkeit dieses "Kampfsports" darzustellen ;-)))
A Sunday afternoon game of Xiangqi (Chinese Chess) beside the tracks of Hanoi's fascinating Train Street
www.myjewishlearning.com/2009/04/27/the-cabalists-daughter/
The Cabalist’s Daughter
BY MATTHUE ROTH | APRIL 27, 2009
“The Cabalist’s Daughter is a bipolar sort of book. On one hand, it’s a crazy, unhinged vision of the Chabad-Lubavitch movement, starting with a wild supposition and growing steadily wilder from the first page onwards–what if the Lubavitcher Rebbe had a clone? On the other, it’s a pretty serious book that touches upon messianism, rape, global warming, peace in the Mideast, and those perpetually-impending nuclear crises that the news people are so fond of reporting about.
Of course, it’s not actually the Rebbe, and it’s not officially Chabad that’s being portrayed here — it’s the Cosmic Wisdom movement, a Hasidic group filled with “Cosmic Wisdomnik” rabbis with hospice houses spread out all over the world. The book opens with the leader of the Cosmic Wisdom movement, known only as the Cabalist, visiting the grave of the previous CW leader, his father-in-law, and having one of those supernatural rabbi conversations.
Soon after, the Cabalist has a heart attack. In the hospital, boys from the Cosmic Wisdom yeshiva keep a vigil over their leader and recite psalms, believing that, as long as there’s a Jew keeping watch, the Cabalist is safe from death. Of course, one of the boys falls asleep, and the Cabalist immediately dies — but, as the moment of death, the boy snatches a shirt with some some stray genetic material on it, runs it across the street to the Columbia University laboratory that his father funds, and instigates a procedure to clone the just-departed (and heirless) Cabalist.
Genetics being what it is, the cloning works — but, unexpectedly, the Cabalist’s clone is a girl. She’s taken in by one of his chief followers and raised, knowing that she’s adopted, but ignorant of her true parentage. At the age of twenty, however, her true nature begins to be revealed. First, at a brothel in Scranton, Pennsylvania, the unlikely Nechama (a near-anagram of Menachem, the name of both the fictional Cabalist and the real-world Lubavitcher Rebbe) makes miracles happen and heals the mentally and physically injured women there. She then travels the country helping the disadvantaged, giving strength to labor unions, and riling up the populace…basically, exercising her messianic powers and building up her stamina to fight against the powers of the devil, or Samael, whose minions soon come after her.
The promotional copy compares Cabalist’s Daughter to The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. In reality, it’s more similar to Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett’s novel Good Omens, a retelling of the Christian Apocalypse, both satirizing religion and complementing it. It’s like when you make fun of one of your friends, clapping him on the back and promising that everything is okay while knowing that, at the same time, knowing there’s an element of truth to the barb.
By most accounts, Yanover displays an intimate familiarity with certain leaders of Chabad. A few mistakes — sometimes trivial, sometimes glaring — occasionally make their way through: when Nechama’s adoptive father, one of the most hardcore Hasidim in the book, who kisses and touches her freely — which most Hasidic men wouldn’t do in public with their own birth daughters, let alone adoptive daughters, who, according to Chabad halakhah, are treated with the same stringencies as two unrelated people. Lengthy excerpts from the fictional Cabbalist’s Handbook for Practical Messianic Redemption — again, a massive hat-tip to Hitchhiker’s Guide — round out the story, digressing into sometimes-Midrash-based, sometimes fantastical apocrypha of Biblical characters and mystical techniques.
At times, Cabalist seems like it’s written for complete insiders, with its esoteric allusions and extended winks at the reader. But then you’ll arrive at footnotes, some of them necessary — and some of the explanations, among them Purim (Festival of Lots) and tefillin (phylacteries), more obfuscating than the words they’re supposedly defining.
But that’s just me nitpicking. For part of my criticism, I should issue a caveat: I’m not Lubavitch, but I have a lot of familiarity and family within the movement, including, if I’m not mistaken, one or two of the elder rabbis portrayed here. There’s something about watching your home turf fictionalized that’s both jarring and thrilling, and I suppose I’m reacting within that. As weird as it is to see both Chabad and Judaism given a clinical once-over within the confines of this book, it’s also really cool, like seeing an action movie shot in your home neighborhood. As the aliens land and military bases storm the streets and sidewalks, it makes you want to shout out in the theater: “Hey! That’s my sidewalk!”
And, indeed, when all Hell breaks loose in the second half of the story — starting with (spoiler!) a cool little East Village bar exploding, and continuing with an all-out bombing of the main street of Crown Heights — it almost fills the reader with a feeling of giddiness. Yanover has taken his time and arranged his chess game meticulously; now he’s smoothly, calculatedly blowing it up, piece by piece. And when the concepts and characters that seemed tedious at first are set in motion, piece by piece, it’s Glorious — both in the quotidian and Divine senses of the word — to watch.
Tomorrow, we’ll talk to Yori Yanover himself about his girl messiah, his ties to Chabad, and how it felt to blow up Brooklyn.”
This picture is #02 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page
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Everyone knows that if you want a chess game in Washington, DC anytime of the day or night, Dupont Circle is the place to go. Similar to Washington Square Park in New York, people congregate here at all hours to push pawns.
This is where I met Arthur. As a chess player myself, I found it easy to ask Arthur for a picture because the game is something that we have in common. I also wanted an "action" shot - not something that was posed. I felt I could watch a few games and snap a few pictures of Arthur while he was playing and he was totally fine with that. In this picture Arthur is contemplating his next move.
Because you don't talk while people are playing, I didn't get a chance to ask Arthur much. However, he did tell me he'd been playing chess for "a while". I don't think he lost any of the 6 or 7 games of "speed chess" that I wached him play. Speed chess, also called "blitz" is where each side has 5 minutes to play the entire game - if your time runs out before the game is over, you lose.
I wanted to get a game in with Arthur, but there were a too many people ahead of me and I didn't have time to stay.
I'm pretty happy with this portrait. I decided to take the "training wheels" off and shoot in manual mode. This is my first Flikr upload using this mode!
Thanks Arthur, and I hope to play you sometime soon!
As always, any constructive criticism is welcome!
chess players in Sydney's Hyde Park, 2018. Leica IIIf Cosina-Voigtlander 35mm f/2.5 Color-Skopar LTM, Ilford FP4 in Kodak XTOL developer dilution 1+1. V700 scan.
At the Fabrege Revealed exhibit
There is a chess set made of aventurine quartz, which Czar Nicholas ll commissioned for one of his generals, a sort of consolation prize when he was defeated by the Japanese, as well as a small gold column bearing an enamel portrait of the czar that is encircled — and crowned — by gems."
Back to basics!! Today spot was "Victor Hugo" car park in Toulouse, near Capitole place. I love his architecture. I was just armed with my Canon 5D and my Canon EF 50mm f/1.8.
Shot with Canon EOS 5D Mk. I + Canon EF 50mm f/1.8 II @f/4
Post processed with Silver Efex Pro 2
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