I'm digging on a new girl and I think she's absolutely fascinating. In a perfect world, she's been trying to call me for the last week and a half. As proof that we don't live in such a world, I would point out that my answering machine has been broken for the last two months.
I call her tomorrow.
Went to the bookstore tonight to play chess. Ended up just looking at books instead. That and wandering around looking for non-books that the book store carried. Found some interesting things, none of which would be of much use to me, but it was interesting nonetheless. Found four books on the Clearance rack for a buck each that I picked up though. Emma Goldman's LIVING MY LIFE vol I and II, a book on the Sicilian Dragon and Kasparov-Kramnik: London 2000, Also picked up a Red House Painters CD. The lyrics seem to have a type of sincerity that I can never bring myself to speak.
Read part of a book on Saint Augustine. He was an interesting cat. I've read parts of City of God (I think that's the title) but never knew about his biographical information. Very intense guy. I have a soft spot for radical Theologians. Kierkegaard, Bonhoeffer, the Berrigan Brothers... now I suppose I have to add Augustine to the list.
On the new title front, there's also a book out on Robert Fischer titled something like "Beating the Russians" that I glanced at. From what I read it was amazingly well-written. Incredible. It writes about chess in a way that illustrates it almost as art. I like that. There is a lot of art to chess. There's art to hockey. To making food. There's art to a lot of things that I think gets over-looked. If it doesn't have a frame or isn't "framed" itself it gets ignored. I was incredibly impressed with the writing though, even though I'm somewhat ambivalent on the legend of Bobby Fischer. I may be somewhat biased though. But since I'm on the subject...
Alexei Shirov is my favorite player these days. There's art to what he does. I don't even understand how he plays. He seems to be from a different time, the Romantic period of chess, when Queen sacrifices and the sacrificing of two rooks and a bishop back to back to back with mate to follow by a pawn was the way to win. He does amazing stuff. Very Mephistophelian. You never see his wins coming, you just feel sorry for the guy and wonder what he's up to and then... holy shit... thats mate?!?
Anyhow... i hope all are well. I'm just thinking about the girl, finishing off a beer and listening to my new CD.
do good things,
steve
I call her tomorrow.
Went to the bookstore tonight to play chess. Ended up just looking at books instead. That and wandering around looking for non-books that the book store carried. Found some interesting things, none of which would be of much use to me, but it was interesting nonetheless. Found four books on the Clearance rack for a buck each that I picked up though. Emma Goldman's LIVING MY LIFE vol I and II, a book on the Sicilian Dragon and Kasparov-Kramnik: London 2000, Also picked up a Red House Painters CD. The lyrics seem to have a type of sincerity that I can never bring myself to speak.
Read part of a book on Saint Augustine. He was an interesting cat. I've read parts of City of God (I think that's the title) but never knew about his biographical information. Very intense guy. I have a soft spot for radical Theologians. Kierkegaard, Bonhoeffer, the Berrigan Brothers... now I suppose I have to add Augustine to the list.
On the new title front, there's also a book out on Robert Fischer titled something like "Beating the Russians" that I glanced at. From what I read it was amazingly well-written. Incredible. It writes about chess in a way that illustrates it almost as art. I like that. There is a lot of art to chess. There's art to hockey. To making food. There's art to a lot of things that I think gets over-looked. If it doesn't have a frame or isn't "framed" itself it gets ignored. I was incredibly impressed with the writing though, even though I'm somewhat ambivalent on the legend of Bobby Fischer. I may be somewhat biased though. But since I'm on the subject...
Alexei Shirov is my favorite player these days. There's art to what he does. I don't even understand how he plays. He seems to be from a different time, the Romantic period of chess, when Queen sacrifices and the sacrificing of two rooks and a bishop back to back to back with mate to follow by a pawn was the way to win. He does amazing stuff. Very Mephistophelian. You never see his wins coming, you just feel sorry for the guy and wonder what he's up to and then... holy shit... thats mate?!?
Anyhow... i hope all are well. I'm just thinking about the girl, finishing off a beer and listening to my new CD.
do good things,
steve
retsin:
thank you.