Comments | roryk: 5:13 AM

roryk

5:13 AM

Nov 21, 2004 05:13

Three things:

First, a dream. I am walking down a street and I do not know where I am so I keep looking into the foyer of buildings, hoping to recognize my apartment. My phone is ringing but I am ignoring it because I cannot focus on anything else except figuring out where I am. As I pass the next building, I see my roommate, Adam, trying to get ( Read more... )

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daft November 21 2004, 03:36:15 UTC

OMG you posted. I may die of shock.

So I missed seeing you when I lived mere blocks away. Now I live 3000 miles away but will be back 12/28-01/04. It would be great to see you.

It took me-- roryk November 21 2004, 07:35:50 UTC

A while to figure out who you were.. It would be great to see you.

better than sex rioma November 22 2004, 05:43:13 UTC

indeed, the prose used in this posting is excellent at describing what an inveterate player feels while playing chess. I agree that sometimes chess is better than sex. I also started thinking in chess terms whenever I ride the train, thinking in the spaces that people leave behind whenever they move. I imagine how the people will be translated into chess figures. I see a knight leaving a square or a menacing rook attacking the flank of the king for a row of seats... but that's me turning insane in Spain.

Re: better than sex roryk November 22 2004, 11:17:01 UTC

It is funny that you mention space, because in talking to Adam and Brian about chess, I realized that space is the primary way I apprehend the game. When I look at a position the first thing I see is the squares on the board-- weak ones, strong ones, important ones to take over. It makes me play chess like an old man.

jluke November 25 2004, 11:06:46 UTC

I don't grasp why you have to give up one to have the other.

Then again, I have not found the woman who would tolerate it. She might have to have her own single-minded pursuit of an intangible goal in order to relate.