Sunday, August 16, 2009

Jumping Ship




Im going to abondon this blog for a few weeks. Other things are on the horizon and after so many years this game is getting mostly boring. Knight Skewer will never die but he is going to hibernate for a while. See you later.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

... --- ...



More games leads to more losses and a few wins. This several month losing streak may be coming to an end. At least now I'm recognizing the major errors in each game. And those errors are happening in the endgame. Usually when I'm winning. Then that question surfaces. Go for the kill or play out the long game while consolidating advantages? Former or latter? Former or latter? Former! Then I lose. I'm seeing the little red dot on my forehead just not moving out of the way. Without further ado... a game against Wang that he "swindled" (his word not mine) and a game against my brother that he also swindled (my word).

Wang v. Shaman


Bro v. Bro


Also, Grecian Delight has come to Flagstaff. Mmm... Grecian.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Kasparov on US-Russian Relations



Garry Kasparov is interviewed by Paul Gigot on The Journal Editorial Report about President Obamas visit to Putins paradise and US-Russians relations. The peice starts at 21:23 and the interview with Kasparov starts at 20:41.

Thursday, July 09, 2009

The Deadliest Blogger



Wang and I played a friendly game on Chess.com. I got hosed. It was one of those games that was lost before it even began. My chessdar was lit up with bogeys everywhere. And for some reason I knew I was going to lose. Not just because I haven't really been playing much or studying much or even thinking about the game more than a handful of times a week. Call it intuition or an educated guess it doesn't really matter. It made me realize something though. More admit than realize actually. I have little desire to make my game better in any significant way. At one time I did. But no longer. I like to occasionally play, do some studying, whatevs.

Mt. Humphreys


Twigs snap, roots of large beastly trees reach out of the earth and exotic, illusive blue-green mountains disappear. Entering the Mt. Humphreys trail is like closing the door on reality. Check that. Its like slamming the door, locking the knob and flicking the dead bolt. You'll never see more than a few yards of the winding dirt path. At times its a mirage, jumping up levels, snaking around boulders and crouching behind fluorescent grass that may possibly be juiced on steroids. Its hard to tell in a place so surreal, yet so natural, exactly what this place has been doing for the last few thousand years. But one thing is definite. The path always stretches on, materializing here, immaterializing their. On and on for three to four hours up and a couple down. Down is shorter. Maybe its the rubbery legs, dreams of crammed subway subs or dreams of long naps, I don't know. But its definitely shorter. Up takes forever. Through the dense forest, the not so dense forest, the awesome views. The last fragment of rocky terrain reminiscent of lower altitudes leads to the highest peak in Arizona. The whole enchilada, you can almost taste it. But it will cost you. All day.









Friday, July 03, 2009

July 4th!




In the words of Anthony Bourdain "America the weird, America the delicious, America the slightly scary. America the beautiful."


Happy Independence Day dear readers. Enjoy your grilling, enjoy your blogging and enjoy your freedom.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Remembering the Jackson Trial

"Because in the over all scheme of things, who are we to pass judgement on this man, who amongst us can honestly say that they have never slept with a twelve year old boy after sharing some alcohol and pornography in the company of a chimpanzee."


Thursday, June 25, 2009

Haven't had much time to post lately. A lot of good stuff is in the mix, for sure, but until then if you are looking for a good read try Blunder Prone's Fathers day post. You wont be disappointed... Stop giving me that look... I'm serious.

"In case you are wondering how I got to be such a chess enthusiast, you needn’t look much further than one click up the genealogical tree in my family. Being father’s day, I thought I’d take the time and tell you the story of Ray, my dad."

Thursday, June 18, 2009

More #%&! Than Carter Has Liver Pills

1.The coveted Endgame crowd has finally accepted me.

2. What does doing a couple hundred mate in one puzzles and a few dozen mate in two puzzles do to my game? We will soon find out.

3. Why are people so interested in finding out what your reading when the book is enormous and dull but not when your face deep in a normal sized awesome book that your desperate to talk about, even to random strangers?

4. The person who lives upstairs from me seems to have constructed a go cart from scratch and rides it around the back yard like a lunatic. Its frightening. And I'm jealous. But mostly frightened.

5. I'm attempting a new tactic against my brother on Facebook chess. He wont have Internet access for the next couple weeks, so I'm making moves at strange hours in the hopes that he will be to slow to play in time and thus forfeit the game. Its a new low for me, kind of.

6. Gordon Ramsey Swears At You!




Sunday, June 14, 2009

Conundrum





I found this puzzle some years ago. Cant remember exactly where or when. White to move. Mate in something like 9 or 12. Here are a couple different perspectives to massage your egg head. It can be frustrating, which is why Ive never solved it. No screen punching and leave your answer in the comments please.