Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Monday, December 21, 2009
Pragmatism Populism Prism
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Using Space and the V'ant Kruijs
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Don't Panic.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sita Sings the Blues
This animated movie is a beautiful work of art and of creative storytelling. It is a worthy inclusion in the archives of the many diverse artistic interpretations of the Ramayana that have existed throughout history. Learn more at http://www.sitasingstheblues.com.
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HAPPY VIJAYADASHAMI TO ALL!
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Patience is a Virtue
I am trying to focus on playing for position rather than just trying to capture and kill. My opponent was a bit cautious early, choosing to surrender position rather than exchange pieces. Then he made a gigantic blunder, lost his queen in move 13, and never recovered.
When you get lucky and win your opponent's queen very early, there is a big temptation to assert your advantage in material by going on a killing spree. That can be dangerous against a seasoned player.
It took until move 35 for me to checkmate him because this was a closed game, with a pawn jungle smack in the middle of the board that hurt the mobility of both sides. It required some foresight and tricky maneuvering.
Note: This game also featured the rarely used "en passant" move (move 15), the only time a pawn is allowed to capture sideways. I had actually never captured en passant before, so that was kind of cool. More on the obscure en passant rule here.
Monday, September 14, 2009
The Perils of an Uncastled King
Pros and grandmasters don't need to castle, they know how to protect exposed kings. Otherwise, castle your king. If not, stuff like this happens:
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Strong Start, Gimpy Finish
The awesome knight fork (of the white king, queen and rook, plus double check) in Move# 19 should never have happened. I had a check mate there (19. ...Qh5#) and missed it. I then went on to miss 4 - count'em - 4 more chances to checkmate (20. ...Qg4#, 21. ...Ng2#, 22. ...g5# and 23. ...h6#) before finally closing the deal with 26. ...Rxg6#.
Pathetic. Lesson as always: there's always a better move if you're patient enough to search for it.
Friday, June 26, 2009
RIP Michael Jackson
What a sad, weird day yesterday was.
I was at Best Buy around 6 pmwhen the guy next to me, while fingering his Blackberry, nudged his wife and murmured, “Says here Michael Jackson had a heart attack.” I glanced over, and there it was: “Jacko Suffers Cardiac Arrest, Rushed to UCLA Med Center.”
I was taken aback, but didn’t think any more about it. I think I figured he’s a relatively young guy, he’s physically fit, a dancer. Either the news is wrong, or he’ll be fine. Half an hour later, I came home to my wife checking a text from her brother: “Turn on the news. Michael is dead.”
The television immediately went on and stayed on until 1 in the morning. We watched without believing what we were seeing. They kept saying “unconfirmed reports of death”, so I fully expected them to say they had it wrong, that Michael was alive and recovering.
Then Jermaine Jackson came on the screen, and Michael’s body was wheeled out on a gurney, covered in a white sheet, immobile. Yet, it wasn’t until this morning that the reality of his death began to sink in.
I remember as a kid in boarding school listening furtively to Off the Wall and Thriller on my Sony Walkman after lights out, hoping the teachers wouldn't find out, sharing the headphones with my best friend, rocking out to Beat It and Billie Jean without fully understanding the words because the quality of the tapes was so bad. I remember for years thinking Michael was asking in Smooth Criminal: “Annie, are you walking, are you walking, Annie?”, and wondering why it mattered whether Annie was walking or not.
Then in 1991, an aunt got me Dangerous as a Christmas present, both the album, on audiotape, and the entire music video, on videotape. (Had CDs and DVDs not been invented yet? Yikes.) I watched and listened to them so many times I wore them out completely. Black or White was a groundbreaking track for the early 1990’s, at time when race relations in the US were incredibly frayed. The music video itself featured ground breaking technology and special effects. It was amazing to see so many cameos of famous people working with Michael on that album, like Michael Jordan, Eddie Murphy, Iman, David Bowie, Naomi Campbell and many others. Then there was the huge Superbowl halftime performance, and Heal the World. It seemed as if here was a man who understood the obligations of fame, a transcendent artist, entertainer and philanthropist, a unique icon worthy of admiration, the kind of guy who could sing Man in the Mirror and mean it.
Then the allegations of child sexual abuse came out, and he married Lisa Marie Presley, and dangled his baby from a balcony, and had one or ten too many plastic surgeries. I remember seeing him on TV in 2000, at some Kennedy Center gala, and being startled by how mask-like his face had become, almost like a skull. His nose was barely there, his chin looked as if it had literally been sanded down. He turned into a punch line for late-night comics, and everyone forgot about the musical genius behind Wacko Jacko.
Now he is dead. At some level, we all saw this coming. He was only 50, but his body, ravaged by so many surgeries, accidents and medications for chronic illnesses, was probably 15 or 20 years older. He may have been addicted to painkillers. As stunning as yesterday’s news was, it wasn’t surprising. I couldn’t imagine an 80-year-old Michael Jackson, wrinkled and stooped, going around on an ivory walking stick. Could you?
Someone on TV yesterday said it well: he spent his childhood living like an adult, then spent his adulthood trying to capture some unreal, idealized vision of childhood: with Neverland Ranch, Bubbles the Chimp, those odd relationships with kids. There was such a thin line there between genius and insanity.
Michael Jackson has occupied our collective consciousness for so long, his death truly feels like the end of an era. If you are around my age, it’s hard not to feel like a huge part of your childhood died with him. It seems like he struggled his whole life – with an autocratic father, with the demands of fame and fortune, with a world he didn’t understand, with troubling allegations and legal problems, with health issues and financial woes. And through all that, he remained a musical genius, a dancer of otherworldly ability, and a human being of incredible compassion and a world-size heart.
Michael, thanks for all the memories. I hope you have finally found peace.
Monday, May 18, 2009
American Jihad
This mixing of Crusades-like messaging with war imagery, which until now has not been revealed, had become routine. On March 31, a U.S. tank roared through the desert beneath a quote from Ephesians: “Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.” On April 7, Saddam Hussein struck a dictatorial pose, under this passage from the First Epistle of Peter: “It is God’s will that by doing good you should silence the ignorant talk of foolish men.”We were fighting a holy war.
Click here for the full article, and here for a slideshow of images. It's fairly chilling.