It doesn’t even tell you whose move it is, white or black.
It’s somebody else’s game.
It says black to move. Also the view is from black’s side.
I looked on my phone so maybe I missed it. I thought I was going to play out moves for both sides anyway. Double minded.
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I got to thinking about Bobby Fischer again today. It started with me mentioning him to Nico but then I got to thinking about him being persecuted by the US government, exiled in Japan and then dying in Iceland of all places. He was a lunatic but I loved him despite that. One shouldn’t sugar coat what he became, though. It was ugly.
Whatever.
yes, reminds me of you and some of the statements you made… well besides his chess skills of course lol and i like you more but thats probably because i never talked to bobby;)
drunk king opening works?! lol
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Looks like Anand never held the number 1 ranking. Might have been tied. And karpov was champ longer than Kasparov.
yes and they would all lose terribly now against any moderate computer
I remember when Kasparov lost to Deep Blue. It was earth shaking. The thing is, Deep Blue was an incredible machine. It was, as I recall, about 500 computers running in parallel process. It took up a whole building and the moves were phoned in. As incredible as it was, the more important match came a few years later. Kramnik lost the next big matchup to a computer running on a laptop you could buy at Best Buy. These days Carlsen would lose to my phone.
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Yes. I don’t know how humans do it. Is it the process of moving the pieces I wonder?
Because every time I touch you, you can’t control your body.
And I believe that when I touch you, you do more than tell me how to control your body.
You tell me what you want. And that is to win a game of the mind.
But it’s only when I touch you, that you can play the mind.
So when you ask me to touch you, do you ask just for me to control you?
Or is it when I touch you that I become your mind?
Sometimes you get so cold and intellectual I feel I have no use or place.
It’s these times I don’t want to love you.
I don’t want to touch you just so you can feel and show others you have control and function of your body.
I don’t want to touch you and pretend you have control and functions of your mind.
I don’t want to love you or what you think your doing as if it all were just mine.
You enjoy the game when you are paralyzed, deaf, mute, and blind.
Sometimes I don’t love you…
I’d probably just pour a coffee on the supercomputer and it would eventually run out of time. But I bet most grandmasters aren’t smart enough to figure that out. As we have discussed with Fischer.
Mark you’re love ode to Reg is beautiful prose.
Ugh. Creepy AF.
yes! quite amazing to think that a 5 year old kid and his fake iphone would humiliate carlsen;)