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Het 22e Haags Bakkie, georganiseerd door Anita. Als bewoner van stadsdeel Escamp mocht zij deze maanden gratis het Gemeentemuseum bezoeken. En nog leuker, zij mocht een gratis rondleiding aanvragen voor vrienden en kennissen die niet in Escamp wonen met een gratis bakkie koffie na afloop. Een echt Haags Bakkie met gebak!!
Stephen Hawking Centre
Perimeter Institute for Theoretical Physics
Waterloo, Ontario, Canada
Photo by Jens Langen
scanned photo --- summer 1985
I thought about "my bull running” when I heard the recent news of the American gored in the neck on July 8, 2019 in Pamplona, Spain --- gored because he wanted a selfie running with the bulls!!!
In the summer of 1985 I attended six weeks of Spanish classes in Salamanca, Spain. In addition to Spanish classes there were lots of cultural experiences and interaction with local Spaniards. One day we went to a “capea” in a small village in the countryside to see "bullfighters" in the arena with “baby bulls”. How excited I was when I learned that anyone could give it a try. Of course I was all for it. Why not? Baby bulls . . . how fun . . . what a thrill . . . and I AM an adventurous person!
In bullfighting, a “capea” is an event in which spectators can enter the arena with heifers and steers. They use a “capote” (cape), not a “muleta” (red cloth folded over a wooden stick). There are no “banderillas” (little harpoons or sticks with spiked edges to tear the muscles of the animal), and the bulls are not killed.
Hopefully in the near future all kill bullfighting will be banned. In many places, even in the USA, there are bloodless bullfights, but even bloodless bullfighting is cruel because the animal is teased and tormented.
Back to my adventure at the “capea” in the countryside of Salamanca:
Once at our destination, I separated from the group and went to the pens to check out the “baby bulls”. OH MY GOSH, they weren’t babies at all. They were HUGE and looked very scary. I think I even saw (or did I imagine?) steam coming out of their nostrils!!! I was very scared looking at them and didn’t think I would venture into the ring at all. How could I? I was expecting cute little baby bulls.
I didn’t want to sit with the spectators, so from the bull pens I entered the bullring through the “callejón” in order to have a close-up view of the action. Of course I was the only female there!
The “callejón” is an area separated from the arena by a wall usually made of wood where the bullfighters can take refuge, but too narrow an area for the bull to enter. Some of the “callejones” have an entrance/exit so participants can enter the arena from outside the bullring and can exit the arena and leave the bullring to go outside, other “callejones” have no entrance/exits. The number and placement of “callejones” varies from bullring to bullring.
Wow, from the “callejón” I had better than a front row seat. I was so close to the action and it was so exciting that I had an adrenaline rush. My heart was beating so fast and everything in my body told me that I could run across the bull ring to another “callejón” without the bull getting me. I’m sure I wasn’t thinking logically. I really didn’t think it through. “Of course I can run faster than the bull”, I thought. Luckily there were guys with capes who came to my assistance to distract the bull because, as I heard later, the bull was very close behind me. Oh my gosh, I could have been plowed down! What a stupid thing to do . . . but when you have an adrenaline rush . . .
It seemed like I got to the “callejón” on the other side of the arena in the nick of time with the bull right behind me. I was shaking and weak, but so thankful I made it that I promised I’d NEVER do it again. Then real fear set in when I realized there was NO exit from the “callejón” I had run to. I would have to cross the arena again in order to exit to the outside of the bullring!!! I didn’t want to do it again, didn’t think I could do it again, and didn’t want to think about it. I was sooooo wiped out.
Hiding alone behind the wooded planks with the bull inches away on the other side was nerve racking. I was so far away from the exit, all alone, and so scared. Finally, after some time there were two others with me, and after more time I regained my composure and I was ready. This time one of the guys said he’d run with me hand-in-hand while others distracted the bull with their capes. Well, we started out hand-in-hand, but that didn’t last long, and then it was every man for himself.
My advice if you go to a “capea”:
1. Sit up high with the spectators
2. Don’t go to the main “callejon” or you’ll experience an adrenaline rush and think you can outrun a bull!!! :-)
One frame in original format of latest generative audiovisual experiment by Lanvideosource. Video patch (made in VVVV) extracts and compares words taken from three news websites. Structure created interacts in real-time with audio frequencies and is partially sequenced. Video patch send back triggers to audio section generating audio-video interaction feedbacks. Words extracted and decontextualized are constantly remixed in the patch, obtaining new meaning from them or making subliminal messages.
Video is entirely made in VVVV. Patch is rendered off-line, no post cuts. Only motion blur is applied in post processing.
Watch the video on vimeo. www.vimeo.com/939779
Boo, too bad flickr has these grey borders - totally killed this effect. Oh well, back to the drawing board. This is Carrie climbing the 2D/3D ladder - much more difficult than it looks - it's like upright twister.
Update - Flickr got rid of the grey borders!
Stephen Hawking Centre
Perimeter Institute for Theoretical Physics
Waterloo, Ontario, Canada
Photo by Jens Langen
I repeated the previous scenario at a later time of day, first with candlelight and then with small lights attached to their arms to show their movement and interactions. I made a mistake not keeping the focus on the bottle of wine. In some, my son is making music with the rim of his glass and in some they are both singing and the wine glasses are on the table. I like this one because of the softness of the image.
Mohammed Javed Shaikh, Author of The Great Hemant Karkare
Young Urdu journalist recalls his interaction with Hemant Karkare
News Link:
twocircles.net/2011jan28/young_urdu_journalist_recalls_hi...