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WEDNESDAY

Leonard Nimoy, my associates inform me, was an actor of some note back in the early days of television. I know not of these things: I’m primarily interested in Nimoy’s mastery of balladry (“Now he’s back in his hole in the land of the Shire,/ that brave little hobbit whom we all admire”). And apparently, Nimoy has added another title to an already brimming list that includes writer, director, thespian, and bard: that of erotic photographer. Shekhina, his first published monograph, is an evocation of the cabalistic “feminine essence of God.” Nimoy seems to be creating a three-way mindmeld between himself, the viewer, and a particularly hot rabbi in a loose-fitting prayer shawl. His accompanying prose reveals that he is indeed in search of…some numinous punani: “My Shekhina is a woman, a creature of spiritual glory in the flesh. I search for her with my camera. I wonder where she spends her quiet and private time….I have found her bathing, and sometimes asleep.” Yeah, and if you keep it up, Leonard, you are going to find yourself slapped with a not-so-mystical restraining order. See Nimoy before he gets locked up on Tuesday, Nov. 5, at the Jewish Community Center of Greater Washington and tonight at 6:30 p.m. at the National Press Club, 529 14th St. NW. Free. For reservations call (202) 662-7129. (David Dunlap Jr.)