book review: Practical Chess Excercises by Ray Cheng
here is the thing about book reviews – i’ve learned that they aren’t always reliable. not that the reviewer is trying to mislead you, but depending on the experience of the reviewer, the personality of the reviewer, and a few other factors, a book might be reviewed inaccurately for you personally.
a beginner who doesn’t have the knowledge needed to understand complex things will review a book a whole lot differently than a 1900 or a master. i like a certain approach to things, so i might not like the way a book is set up, whereas someone who is used to a certain approach might love the book and get more out of it.
i’m not leading up to anything, there is no punch line, none of that. i’ve done book reviews in the past, and i thought, well, who the fuck am i to say if the book is good or not? i might think something is awesome, and later, after i get experience, i realize it’s full of shit. i might think a book is useless, then when i am more seasoned, i realize it is perfect for a medium level.
i decided i was not going to do book reviews (unless they are fiction or historical or biographical) because i am not qualified to say if a book is good or not. yeah, i know it’s opinion and all, but i don’t think i know enough to have a worthwhile opinion.
blue devil knight (i wonder how he’s doing. i hope he is doing well, i miss him) reviewed practical chess excercises by Ray Cheng a while ago, (note: i didn’t read his review until i wrote mine just now, and now that i’ve read it, we say about the same thing.) i just got the book, and now i’m gonna say what i think about it, because i feel really strongly about this book. i want to tell everyone how great this book is.
i love this freakin book. why? let me list the reasons.
it’s a book of 600 chess problems. they include tactics as well as positional stuff. here is why this book makes all other tactics/problem books its bitch.
1. problems on one page, answers right there on the other. no flipping back and forth and trying to hold a place at the end of the book. i want the answer. BAM there it is. instant gratification.
2. no hints, just “white to move” or “black to move.” if i know the problem is gonna be about a fork, then i look for a fork. there are no hints during a game. this book trains you to look and “see” what is going on. it trains you to think.
3. all problems come from actual games. and not just GM games. there is a botvinnik game here, a lasker game there, but the majority are from actual games played by regular mortals, which means the positions are those i am more likely to see. when i play like karpov, then i will work on karpov’s positions. now i play like a regular shmoe, with goofy fucked up positions, i should learn how to play them correctly.
4. difficulty is randomized. it doesn’t start out easy, then get harder, you have an easy problem, then a hard one, then a medium. again, you have to think, things might be obvious, then they might not be, just like real life. it trains you to think.
4 1/2. even the “easy” problems aren’t that obvious. maybe to someone with a much higher rating they are, but not to me, and i’ve seen lots of books with obvious easy answers.
5. answers are well explained. you don’t just get the answer, you also get the why and what’s happening. (note: bdk felt some explanations could use a bit more meat, so far, i’ve been happy with what i’ve read). again, teaches you to think, what to look for.
to be fair, i should give a negative about the book. i just can’t. i love the variety of the problems, i like how they are presented, i like the font used, i like the quality of the paper, i can’t think of one thing that could be better. i honestly can’t.
i don’t know what level this book is meant for, but i have to believe that everyone up to and including 1600 level players (perhaps even up to 1800?) could benefit from this book. surely anyone below 1500 could use this book.
really, it’s right now the best chess problem book i’ve read and own. i literally look at some problems in the morning, during the day, and before i go to bed. i carry the book with me wherever i go and look at it when i can. i’m glad i have it, and if anyone is looking for a new book on tactics and positions, this is the next book they should get.
chess is a lot like cooking
went to the gym this morning, came home and wanted a healthy breakfast, so i decided to make oatmeal. i don’t use the quaker oats, i use the steel cut oats that take 30 minutes to cook, so they take longer, but are healthier and tastier.
the way i make them is i melt butter in a pot, add 1/4 cup of oats and “fry” the oats in the butter, just until it smells nutty. then i add 1 cup of boiling water, put a lid on the pot, and simmer for about 30 minutes. i wanted to jazz them up with some flavor and healthy goodness, so for the last 10 minutes of cooking, i added a handful of blueberries, some cinnamon, and some crushed almonds. when i opened the pot, it looked like i cooked the brain of grimace,
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like i’m some kind of mcdonaldland jeffery dahmer. it was all purple, like that chewing gum girl from willy wonka (the original with gene wilder) actually exploded in my food.
but it was tasty, and i liked it a lot. i thought about how some food looks and smells so tasty, but isn’t and some food looks nasty or weird but is so wonderful. then i thought about how, for dinner, i like to mix up ingredients that don’t normally go together and sometimes i get some really nice flavors, and sometimes i end up having to order out for pizza.
hmmm, now that i think about it, maybe chess is nothing like cooking.
anyway, on page 39 of the february issue of chess life is the picture i took going to reno, and i used it here on my blog. that was kinda cool, maybe if this whole chess thing doesn’t pan out, i can be a freelance photographer…
i don’t abuse cocaine, i just like how it smells
the first step in any program is to admit you have a problem.
i’m chessloser, and i have a chess addiction.
it started with blitz, now it’s just a full blown all around everything addiction. the books, the e-books, the videos on the internet, it’s all out there if you are looking for it.
i have noticed that i’m a bit of an addict, not unlike a heroin addict, or jeff conaway, star of the hit movie grease, hit tv show taxi, and super star of celebrity rehab, where you see how he has snorted and drank himself retarded. while, unlike jeff conaway, i can stand when i pee and i don’t’ have hallucinations of opium demons peeling my head like a tangerine, scooping out my brains, and using my empty skull as a guacamole bowl, i find i will neglect everyday life things to play chess, much as a heroin addict will neglect things to take heroin. for example, eating.
i love to eat and i love to cook and eat, but when i start playing chess, even if i am hungry, i will go all day without eating while i sit in front of the computer playing. my wife calls out “dinner is ready” and i yell back “ok, be there in a minute” and an hour later, i come out of the room to an angry silence. it’s hurting not just me, but my home. sunday, my computer was on, we were watching tv, i went into my room to shut the computer off, that is all i had to do. i quickly logged onto ICC to see if there was a game, then waited for a game, then played a quick game, then shut off the computer. like a junkie going into the bathroom stall during dinner to “freshen up.” i just needed a quick game to keep me going through the day.
weird thing is, chess has taken most of my free time. i used to read a lot, about 35-50 books a year. since i’ve started really studying chess, that slowed down, and now, i haven’t read a non-chess book in months. on my days off, i should be snowboarding, but i stay inside and study chess. if i am not looking at a chessbook, i feel like i am missing something, like something is wrong.
i played a game yesterday, i felt totally in control of the game, i knew every move the guy made, i knew every answer to every move the guy made. it was strange, weird, wonderful, and it only fueled the addiction, i want all my games to be like that. in the upcoming tournament, i want to crush my opponents, see them driven before me in their minivans and suburban assault vehicles, and hear the lamentations of their moms. and the only way i can make that happen is to study and play and study some more.
perhaps my “unhealthy” addiction will pay off, and at the tournament, i shall stand victorious at the top of the e section, upon the broken pubescent bodies of my opponents. and if not, i can always be on the next season of celebrity rehab with dr drew.
random monday morning links and such
this post will mirror my life: random, no central theme, no real point or focus…
first off, in the email i got a cool link from Dave – legos and chess, two of my favorite things, combine them together and get THIS
i also got an email from a friend, and while he might not have meant for me to share it, tough, it’s chess related art (words and pictures) and dammit, people need to see it. there is a story that goes along with the picture, it’s in the comments, you gotta read down a bit, it can be found HERE
i’ve been trying to spend more time on tactics, at the chess tactics server, i’m at a success rate of 72.8, with a rating of 1363. i really need to pay more attention to tactics, i saw in my last two games great tactics that i missed because i didn’t take the few extra seconds to look.
speaking of tactics, i was seriously thinking of “doing the circles” informally, not as a knight errant but as a guy who just goes through them. don’t know if i will actually break down and buy ct-art or the other one, but i’m seriously considering it.
i made some kick ass beer battered fried catfish this weekend, it came out awesome.
i’ve been kicking some ass with the gruenfeld. with that and the benko/benoni, i shall not ever fear 1.d4, and i know a bit better how to play 1.d4 against them.
TAKCHESS is awesome. but everyone already knows that.
crap, i gotta get to work. i wish i had more time to read other blogs and comment and write better blog posts. i miss being able to blog at work.
more to say, no time to say it. i will continue to spew tomorrow.
opposite day
yesterday was weird, like dreams of being dressed in sun-god robes and midgets throwing pickles at you kind of weird. the way it usually works is, i get a good position, i am about to win, and then i lose. yesterday, i was blundering like it was my job, and i won. my first mistake was on move 6, i should have taken the bishop first, then the knight, but i took the knight first. my second mistake was on move 9, i should have moved the knight back, but i moved the king and couldn’t castle. then i hang a rook and lose it, and then i win. it took the other guy by surprise, when it was over, instead of a “thx, gg,” he said “wow.”
here is the game, in case you wanna see it:
1. d4 Nf6 2. c4 e6 3. Nc3 c5 4. d5 d6 5. Bg5 Be7
6. e4 Nxd5 7. exd5 Bxg5 8. Ne4 Qa5+ 9. Ke2 Be7 10. h4 O-O
11. Rh3 e5 12. Qd3 Bxh3 13. Nxh3 Nd7 14. Nhg5 Nf6 15. Nxf6+ Bxf6
16. Qxh7#
1-0
so now, i was thinking, if i could just get my queen to d3, a night on e4, and a knight on g5, i can win every game.
so i tried that a bit last night, it didn’t work at all. but then, i played against an internet rated 1740 guy, and while i didn’t actually play correctly, having come home from work and had a glass or maybe two of wine, feeling fuzzy, trying just to get my queen on d3 and knights on the squares, i won.
i was white, he played the slav. on move 6 i played h4. he probably thought i was attacking, but i just wanted to get my knight to g5. with my bishop on d3, he moved c4, and instead of taking the pawn, i left it and moved the bishop to e4, hoping his knight would take it and i would have my knight on e4, but nope. i dont’ quite know what happened, but i saw a hole and went for it, and in 14 moves, he resigned.
here is the game:
1. d4 d5 2. c4 c6 3. Nc3 Nf6 4. e3 e6 5. Bd3 a6
6. h4 dxc4 7. Be4 Bb4 8. Nh3 Bxc3+ 9. bxc3 Nxe4 10. Ba3 Nd7
11. Qf3 Ndf6 12. Ng5 Qc7 13. Nxe4 Nd5 14. Nd6+
1-0
and, to round out my evening, i played some crazyhouse and won. overall, it was a good day. i know they were all flukes, i know they were cheap wins and i should have lost, but i didn’t. yes, i made crappy mistakes, but the other guys made worse mistakes. if i were a grandmaster, i would be ashamed, but i’m not. i’m a sucky chess player who wants to get better, and so, even though i played “bad chess” i somehow pulled a victory out of my ass, and weird as it was, i liked it.
perhaps wang has something in the “just be you” thing, if i just play sucky chessloser chess, i seem to play a bit better than when i try and think. i have to learn to think better, but until then, i’ll sac and blunder and take my cheap victories when i can get them.
have a glass of chess
wouldn’t it be cool if i could just drink knowledge and understanding. like, you get a bottle of chess, drink it down, and you know chess, kinda like the matrix where you can plug in and learn. then i could get a bottle of guitar and learn to rock like i’ve never rocked before. (oh, i’ve rocked, i just haven’t rocked as hard and amazing as i would have liked to). i think i would also drink a bottle of drawing so i could draw the kick ass art that i have in my head but can’t get out on paper.
so yesterday i didn’t have to work, but i didn’t get online like i normally would. at about 8:30 am i sat down at my chess desk and went through a book on the gruenfeld. i just went over and over the games, trying to learn the nuances, every nook and cranny of each game.
and a few hours later, i was done. funny thing was it didn’t seem like hours, but when i stopped, it was 12:00 in the afternoon or so. i’ve looked at games online, with the computer, but for me, i seem to get a better understanding if i sit at a desk and use a chess set. the act of physically moving the pieces seems to help with the “muscle memory” and i seem to understand a bit better. i can click away all day through games on the computer, but it doesn’t seem to sink in as well, my brain seems to say “yeah, seen this” and ignore it, whereas moving the pieces with my hands, looking at the board, my brain seems to respond to this better.
so after i “awoke from my chess fugue” and realized i had lost a few hours, i went to the gym and had a pretty good workout, so that felt good. then i came home and made “the most awesome french onion soup ever” and that was cool.
since the day had gone so well, i logged on to play some chess. and i lost all the games. why? why does it have to be like that? perhaps because i only play blitz, and i only play against guys rated much higher than me? ahh, i consider it training for the tournament.
hiesman said it, wang says it, most people say it: i need to play slower games. so now i’m trying to play 30 minute games. thing is, no one seems to want to play a 30 minute game. i’ve had one so far, a 14 move game where the guy resigned in 2 minutes cause i took his rook that he left hanging.
so today i gotta go to work, but i have the morning to do what i want, so i shall continue to look for 30 minute games and go over some grand master games on the board, not the computer.
then maybe tonight, when i get home from work, instead of actually playing, i’ll just have a few glasses of chess and see if i know the game any better.
crimescene
here is a pic of the crimescene
big huge thanks to D! for the pic.
i’m hoping that is the scene and i am the main suspect at the eastern class championships in sturbridge, where i registered today.
yup, got the airline tickets, the car, the hotel, registered to play. now, all i have to do is make it there. i have to fly through chicago, hopefully february won’t be too aweful and my damn flight connects and leaves on time. fuck, that is giving me more stress than the actual tournament.
it will be just me, solo, mrs chessloser has a job she actually has to go to, so she can’t make it.
so if you are gonna be there, and you wanna hang out, let me know. hopefully i’ll be trying to hide from the police who will be looking for me in a few king assassination cases.
i bet vampires are awesome at chess
i was sitting around thinking about what makes a great chess player, and one of the things that came to mind is having an encyclopedic knowledge of moves, gained through experience. the only way to get lots of experience is to start super young, when the mind is fresh and still remembers stuff. time, life span, is a factor.
then i thought, vampires are around for hundreds or thousands of years, they would be great chessplayers. they “live” (they are dead after all) for hundreds of years so they can study and play for about 200 years and still be young enough to “burst onto the scene” and kick ass. imagine if you had played chess for 200 years, you would know all the gambits, all the lines, seen chess change and progress over the years. someone would play what he thinks is “new” and you would think “HA! i saw that move played in a park 237 years ago, and i know just how to refute it.” vampires don’t have to worry about “getting old” and forgetting and all that. but they have other attributes that would help in chess as well.
in addition to being around so long they’ve seen everything, they never have to eat, drink or go to the bathroom. that means, in a 5 hour game, at a tournament, they don’t have to worry about breaking concentration to get up and pee or get a drink cause they are thirsty. they don’t’ have to worry about blood sugar levels getting low and eating healthy. they only have to drink some good blood and they are ready! they could sit at the board and hang out, no bodily distractions. they never get sick or injured, so they would never feel under the weather or not feel up to it.
also, when games go late, they won’t get tired or fatigued. they could play all night long, and as the night gets later, they get more energized. some of them have that mind control hypnosis thing, so they can “get you mentally” as well as over the board.
the only real downside would be daylight games. but if they play only tournaments in casinos, they never have to leave the casino during the day, and while they might be “tired” as it would be their “nighttime”, they could still play. or at least take bye’s during the daylight games.
other than that, i learned something, and that makes me feel pretty great. on ICC some guy answered my 1d4 with e5, the Englund Gambit. i had no idea what to do and i lost pretty badly. this pissed me off, so i looked it up, and i found how to refute it. i went over it and over it until i knew it, and honestly, it all seemed pretty easy, once i saw how, it was logical and made sense, nothing weird to remember. so i got on icc, and lo, some guy answered my 1d4 with e5, and i played the line. he followed me along for a good 5 or 6 moves, until he realized his little parlor trick wouldn’t work on me. i lost the game later, on time i think, but no matter, i still enjoyed the hell out of the game, because i got to lose on my terms, not someone else’s. that made me feel like i have a chance, like i can actually learn and play good chess. perhaps, even though i’m not a vampire, i might still become a decent chess player.
GOD VS FISCHER, 2008 1-0
So long Bobby, even with all the negative stuff, you did more for chess than anyone i can think of….
i’ve become a super saturated solution of suck
today was so fucking cold, my shitty ass car wouldn’t start. so i didn’t go to work. i was home all damn day, and what did i do with my time?
i tried to study chess, but every few minutes, i would think “ooh, that looks cool, i should try that” and i logged onto ICC and played a bunch of games and lost and felt like shit, but then, a few minutes later, i was back online like a meth addicted heroin junkie on a vh1 reality show.
that is what the next cool reality show should be – chess addicts, poor losers who can’t stop playing chess and lose family, jobs, all that, go insane, just because they are trying to learn all the damn lines in the slav. fuckin slav…..
you would think that, as i played, i would get more experience and get better. you would be wrong. in fact, as i played, i continued to suck brilliantly, making what appeared to be the worst move possible at every move. in the bizarro world, where making the move a retarded wombat with a missing eye would make is the goal, every one of my moves would get a !
ok, some of the people i played were internet rated in the 1500 – 1700s, and some were those anon unrated people who are probably incognito IMs, ( i say this because they play moves no one plays, magical moves that dont’ seem to do anything but end up in your crushing death) i figure, if i play against those better than me, i will learn. no. i’m the kid who keeps touching the stove to see if it’s still hot, when the grill is glowing red.
i’ve been going over kramnik’s games, him as white when he won. using chessgames.com, i open up five or so windows of his games, all of one opening, for example, the catalan closed. out of six games, 4 of them on move 6 he didn’t castle, he played Qc2, which is what he was going to do anyway, he did that the next move in the other games. but instead of castling, he played the same moves, but seemed to be one move ahead. i thought that was cool as fuck. i don’t know what that means, or how i could use that in my games, but i noticed it.
i try to emulate the actual grandmasters, play the moves they play. i know wang, in his epic miniseries about truth in chess, talks about playing as yourself, and yeah, i can see that. but myself sucks donkey balls, why would i want to play like me? i hate playing like me. kramnik and karpov and tal won a lot, why wouldn’t i want to play like them?
so i am trying to make the moves they make. in the d4 games, kramnik plays cxd5, so i play that. and then i lose. i know it’s not that specific move that loses the game, but, fuck, throw me a bone here. if i play similar to the grandmasters, aren’t i playing good chess? ok, so i dont’ understand really what they are doing, but why, if i play over their games and use their moves, aren’t i learning what is truly going on? seriously, am i that dullwitted? and, if i’m playing “grandmaster moves” and the other guy isn’t, why am i losing? why does it work for them and not me? i seriously doubt pawntaker2000 and badblitz (not real ICC names) would beat kramnik or karpov, yet they beat me in a matter of a few moves.
many of the games that i lost today, it looked like i had a winning position, right up until i lost. it’s like, deep down inside, i am afraid of winning, which makes no sense at all, but i can’t explain it any other way. perhaps by being such a crappy chessplayer, i have removed any pressure on myself to play correctly, to think hard and make the right moves. “hey, i suck, waddya gonna do?”
but that is clown posse insane. why the fuck am i trying to figure this damn game out and build this super awesome monster battleship of a chess juggernaut if my subconscious is over in the corner secretly drilling holes in the boat so it sinks and removing nuts and screws so the sides fall off?
makes me wonder if i’m at some threshold, doorway moment. i can either say “whoo, i’m tired, think i’ll give it a rest” or i can say “ever oneward, fuck sanity, i’m pushing it to see where this can go.” perhaps what made the grandmasters so damn grand was when they got to this point, they said “fuck fatigue, i have to see what happens next, i have to learn just one more move.”
yeah, think i’ll push it just to see what happens…..
this is not a pipe
this won’t be about chess directly, barely tangentially if at all, this won’t be about much at all, it will be disjointed and rambling, so if you are reading this, and you have anything better to do, go do it, you won’t miss anything….
there is something going on in my mind, and i don’t know what it is. it’s like my subconscious is busy processing something, so most of my brain’s resources are tied up, leaving me not fully “here, in the present, in the now.” i’ve been a bit edgy, unfocused, which has affected all parts of my life. that fucktard in the gay purple dodge neon pissed me off, and why? because he was driving slower than i wanted him to. the people in line at the post off pissed me off, why? because they were there “in my way.”
but this is indicative of something else going on, not just my impatience. the problem is, it is affecting my chess, and since right now, chess is my obsession, it is affecting my obsession, which makes it all the more aggravating.
when i study or go over a game, i’m not really learning, because while i try to see the patterns and see why kramnik moved his bishop to c2, my mind, my real mind, is doing something else and i don’t’ know what, so i can’t not do it, i can’t shut it off and focus on the chess. when i play online, i am not seeing or thinking as i should, which leads to loss, which, although i know it’s just a damn game signifying nothing, bothers me.
part of it is it’s so goddamn cold, and i’m fucking sick of being cold. yeah, i know it’s colorado, but it’s supposed to be the western slope, with mild temperatures, in the 40’s and and 30’s. no, the last few weeks have been in the 20’s and below. this week is even colder. it’s fucking 9 right now. 9 god damn degrees. i didn’t go to the gym this morning, i i’m tired of scraping ice off my windshield and my fingers hurting from the cold.
i missed chessclub last night and i’m pissed about that, i wanted to go, i was all excited to go, i waited the whole fucking week to go, and at the last second, shit came up and i couldn’t go. part of the frustration is, work, life, things, whatever they are, seem to be directing me and guiding me and forcing me into “thier” paths and habits, like a forced move in chess, i have to do shit i don’t want to do, i can’t do what i plan to do, and i am frustrated.
it’s this weird vicious circle i’m stuck in, i feel bad, so i play bad chess, which makes me feel worse, etc etc.
part of chess, to me, is it’s a mental game. not just how much you know and what you can calculate, but also, what mental state you are in. with my mind preoccupied doing whatever it is, my chess game suffers. but i don’t know what the fuck is bothering me, is it the cold, is there something else going on i’m not aware of, what?!?!?!
i wonder if the “stress” of self imposed chess improvement, my desire to get better, is keeping me from relaxing and enjoying the game and actually getting better. i’m so worried about improving that i’m too worried to improve. how ironic that would be, huh?
right now though, i just wish it would warm the fuck up.
it makes his junk taste like pie
if you haven’t seen the movie juno, you won’t understand the title. i would go see the movie, not just so you could understand my blog title, but because it is a really really really well put together movie. good story, excellent dialog (although no teen actually speaks that intelligently in real life) good cinematography and a soundtrack that fits that movie. well worth it, go see it.
i don’t know what everyone else is doing from feb 29 – mar 2, but i plan on playing in the e class (*shudder of embarrassment*) in the eastern class championships, sturbridge massachucests. first tournament of the year, and so help me god, i plan on destroying that class.
i actually think i’m learning. i spent a good deal of time going over slav games, what to play as white, and i think i understand what to do in the first 10 moves or so. i’m still a little hazy on what to play as black against e4, i still try to play the sicilan pin variation, and i do ok with it. but i don’t know if i’m totally comfortable with it, or if i should go back to the french, or ruy lopez or what. i know it doesn’t really matter at my level, but i’m also thinking of the future, i want to start now to be the chess player i’m gonna be in two years.
anyway, i have the rest of this month and almost all of next month to get ready for the tournament, i’m pretty damn excited. and now i gotta get studying….
are you reti to rock?
i don’t know what everyone else is doing tonight, but i’m saying “yes yes yes” to watching VH1’s celebrity rehab. that is gonna be some quality tv right there….
so tuesday night i went to the chess club in the thriving metropolis of Delta, colorado. the total populatin is about 8,000 people, yet they have a pretty damn good chess scene, better than the one in Grand Junction (which is no chess scene…yet), even though junction is way larger. how does that happen?
anyway, thanks to my blog, a local chess guy found me and emailed me (thanks Bill) and he took me down to the club, where i lost all of my games, including a game or two i should have won. i forgot what it was like to play over the board against a real human. it is different, i don’t know why. the folks there were all super friendly and cool and there was some damn good chess being thrown down. the club meets at the town rec center, and it’s a totally relaxed atmosphere. much talking and laughing and fun, which i enjoy. and after everyone has played a few games, they close the night with bughouse. sweet! i can’t wait to go next week.
so one of the openings played by this kid who kicked my ass was 1 Nf3, the reti system. it occurred to me i really don’t know how to answer that, and while i did ok, i could have done lots better. so part of my focus this week will be to learn the answers to 1 Nf3. one of the openings i will look at is the zukertort, only cause i want to use the word zukertort in casual conversation, just throw that in there wherever/whenever i can.
me: “oh, yeah, i’ve been checking out the zukertort lately. i really like the zukertort, it just feels right, ya know? i’m definitely turning into a zukertort zealot, if you know what i mean. for lunch, i think i’ll have the zukertort, on rye, with mustard”
every other human on earth: “you need help. seriously.”
so that is what i got going on today. the reti system, celebrity rehab, and i’m gonna make some tasty fideos for dinner.
and in closing, i’d just like to say:
ZUKERTORT
socrates is my chess coach
for me to learn chess, i mean really learn chess, i need to look at more than just “pawn goes here, knight goes here.” i need to take a philosophical approach, be like socrates, i need to be skeptical and ask questions.
when i go over a master game and i see a move, i need to ask “what other moves could he have made? are one of those moves better than the one he played? if there is a better move, why didn’t he play it?”
by asking myself these questions, i will force myself to do the research, to look at other games played. i will uncover and learn lines that i’ve not seen or studied, and my chess knowledge will grow.
i need to look at certain lines and see how black fared, how white fared, who played those games? did anand play that move, or did billy shabishky of wisconsin play it in his 4th grade chess tournament. if the move is common, it’s a well tested line. if it’s not, why? did it fall out of favor because over the years, black came out better? did it fall into oblivion, like parachute pants and moon boots, because white could easily defeat it?
it will be like alice falling down the rabbit hole. the more i look, the more i will find and see and realize the vast enormity that is out there.
by doing this i will learn concepts and ideas, see for myself what works and what doesn’t and why. i will compare moves in similar positions, i will hopefully start recognizing patterns, i will be able to play with pawn moves and tactics and discover the meaning and truth behind certain moves.
then, at my next tournament, i will wear a toga. every move on the board will be a question. my opponent will play a move, and i shall challenge it, challenge it’s truth, i will ask him, by moving my knight, “are you right? is that the truth? no, i don’t think so, try to disprove me.”
i shall make others uncomfortable with my questions, and the fact that i’m wearing a toga, and i shall create an uproar at the chess tournament. i just hope someone doesn’t try to slip some hemlock in my beer….
so i’, pretty excited, tonight i’m going to a chess club, gonna play chess with real humans face to face. i can’t talk about though, first rule of chess club is, you can’t talk about chess club.
i’ll talk about it tomorrow though…
hey rocky, watch me pull a queen out of my hat *
* paraphrasing the old bullwinkle cartoon, most of you probably won’t get it
i love sleight of hand magic, enough to have studied it and learned it and even performed it briefly. one of the things magician’s do is practice in front of a mirror, to see what angles need to be covered and see if their “secret” moves can be seen.
one of the problems many amateur magicians have is blinking during the crucial moment. yes, blinking. i’ve caught myself doing it. when you do “the move” you blink, so you don’t see it, so you think no one can see it. but they can and do and you look like an idiot. (more so then just wearing the tuxedo t-shirt and red converse sneakers and big top hat). you DESPERATELY WANT the trick to work, so you subconsciously cheat and make it work by blinking and not seeing that you fucked up and can be seen.
for me, analyzing games and such, i tend to have a similar problem. when i try to figure out what would be the best move, i am biased toward one side, i don’t see ALL the good moves the other side has. “oh yeah, if i take this pawn, he will take with his queen and i will take the queen! easy!” so i take the pawn, and he moves his knight to fork my king, queen, both bishops, both rooks, three pawns, and the super tasty sandwich i made and was saving to eat after the game (it was a mighty knight fork) so i end up losing.
why? cause i “blinked.” i played it out in my favor. i need to be more impartial, more objective, i need to SEE that the move i was thinking about is actually not a good one. i need to give my opponent more credit, he will see that my threat isn’t real, and he will counter my weak threat with a real one.
until i really learn to do that, i will continue to fuck up games and lose. but at least i know how to eat fire, so i got that going for me.
all that said, i won my last two games, and in the words of R.E.M., i’m feelin’ pretty psyched! it was against a guy who i’ve played a bunch of times before, and usually i just lose. he is internet rated higher than me (which i assume means he is better than me) and i beat him two times in a row.
first game i decided to play the ruy lopez, just to see what would happen. i won, that’s what happened. and it was a nice finish, i was happy with it.
second game, against the same guy, i don’t know why i won, i really don’t. i’ve gone over the game (not with fritz, i should use the damn fritz) but i can’t see why i won.
here are both games, in case anyone wants to see em….
game1 – i’m black 1. e4 e5 2. Nf3 Nc6 3. Bb5 Nf6 4. O-O Bc5 5. Re1 O-O
6. Bxc6 bxc6 7. Nxe5 d5 8. exd5 Qxd5 9. Nc3 Qd4 10. Nd3 Ng4
11. Nxc5 Qxf2+ 12. Kh1 Qxc5 13. Qxg4 Bxg4 14. Ne4 Rae8 15. d3 Qxc2
16. Bf4 f5 17. Rec1 Qxb2 18. Nc5 Re2 19. Nd7 Rd8 20. Ne5 Rxg2
21. Nxg4 Rxg4 22. Bxc7 Qg2#
game 2 – i’m white 1. d4 d5 2. Nf3 Nc6 3. c4 dxc4 4. e4 Bg4 5. Be2 e6
6. O-O Bxf3 7. Bxf3 Qxd4 8. Nd2 Rd8 9. e5 Nxe5 10. Bxb7 Bb4
11. Qa4+ Qd7 12. Qxb4 Rb8 13. Rd1 c6 14. Qc3 Rxb7 15. Qxe5 Nf6
16. b3 cxb3 17. Ba3 bxa2 18. Nc4 Qc7 19. Nd6+ Ke7 20. Nxb7+ c5
21. Qxc7+