At least LiveJournal remembered me!
The rest of the Internet forgot me today, but I had clicked on "remember me" on this journal, so it remembered I had been here. Like the other Romans whom I had been studying.
They were here!
Um. I mean Russians.
Um. I mean Chinese.
Maybe even the Sumerians.
All those other people my cat is purring about!
That stuff was all incredibly complicated and tricky. And I still got checkmated by all my opponents more often than not when approaching them in chess. Errr, I mean, *four, just, Reuben Fine's Middle Game in Chess I can barely touch before the migraine sets in again. (I'm considering its discussion of the king hunt right now. I have only been forced into one of those maybe two or three times out of the maybe 1500 or so games I have played. Are you calculating what my score must be too?)
I have three chess strategy books on my shelf.
In general, when I'm playing chess, I find it shady business to move my King if I don't have to.
That's okay, it's appropriate! I always have told myself whenever I lost (and I usually lost) that, well, I didn't officially go about my University business with the idea I was studying mathematics.
I dimmed the lights since I decided to pull that book back out again to get back out for maybe an hour or two.
I am examining in my book Diagram 53. It seems to be a matter of odds. People around me seem to be saying that I am good at odds, and the book says that it is an odds game.
Advance to page 31! Let the cat in. Never mind, she didn't want in - just to visit with me. I wave at her since she keeps antagonising me from the window and I'm reading about the mate possibilities for both sides. Well, she finally decided to come in, which is a relief since I am busy with understanding Diagram 54.
I am figuring out that there are many exceptions to the rule and that a King out in the open does not mean an automatic win.
Reuben Fine's text suggests not to move the pawns guarding the King, but I know from years of experience that in most endgames, there are never any more pawns to speak of. So, thank you for the advice, but I am going to advance them to the Queenside as I previously had been doing.
(I went for oboe performance originally, then had great difficulty with reed making, but I think everyone does. I spent a great deal of time in the reed room complaining on the Internet, fuelled by... hahaha...)
My mother told me when I returned from taking the garbage to the kerb that I smelled like autumn! I told her she could, too, if she wanted to, but she told me she didn't want to.
I wondered if she was afraid of foreign contaminants but let the matter drop.
So, I was yesterday or the day before trying to figure out what I'm writing for NaNoWriMo. I think it is something about birds at this point. I've got my Audubon Field Guide right here. Many of my friends have shown me their various bird books as well!
They were here!
Um. I mean Russians.
Um. I mean Chinese.
Maybe even the Sumerians.
All those other people my cat is purring about!
That stuff was all incredibly complicated and tricky. And I still got checkmated by all my opponents more often than not when approaching them in chess. Errr, I mean, *four, just, Reuben Fine's Middle Game in Chess I can barely touch before the migraine sets in again. (I'm considering its discussion of the king hunt right now. I have only been forced into one of those maybe two or three times out of the maybe 1500 or so games I have played. Are you calculating what my score must be too?)
I have three chess strategy books on my shelf.
In general, when I'm playing chess, I find it shady business to move my King if I don't have to.
That's okay, it's appropriate! I always have told myself whenever I lost (and I usually lost) that, well, I didn't officially go about my University business with the idea I was studying mathematics.
I dimmed the lights since I decided to pull that book back out again to get back out for maybe an hour or two.
I am examining in my book Diagram 53. It seems to be a matter of odds. People around me seem to be saying that I am good at odds, and the book says that it is an odds game.
Advance to page 31! Let the cat in. Never mind, she didn't want in - just to visit with me. I wave at her since she keeps antagonising me from the window and I'm reading about the mate possibilities for both sides. Well, she finally decided to come in, which is a relief since I am busy with understanding Diagram 54.
I am figuring out that there are many exceptions to the rule and that a King out in the open does not mean an automatic win.
Reuben Fine's text suggests not to move the pawns guarding the King, but I know from years of experience that in most endgames, there are never any more pawns to speak of. So, thank you for the advice, but I am going to advance them to the Queenside as I previously had been doing.
(I went for oboe performance originally, then had great difficulty with reed making, but I think everyone does. I spent a great deal of time in the reed room complaining on the Internet, fuelled by... hahaha...)
My mother told me when I returned from taking the garbage to the kerb that I smelled like autumn! I told her she could, too, if she wanted to, but she told me she didn't want to.
I wondered if she was afraid of foreign contaminants but let the matter drop.
So, I was yesterday or the day before trying to figure out what I'm writing for NaNoWriMo. I think it is something about birds at this point. I've got my Audubon Field Guide right here. Many of my friends have shown me their various bird books as well!