Green Eggs caint be recommended against an informed opponent, but to each his own. Tabasco sauce might make it palatable.
* Black offers both center pawns: Opening Explorer
* Watch Bobby's 4-minute video twice: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0P...
* Destroy Black's ML: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YH...
* Sac the Queen? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcM...
* Dirty Sideline? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JVB...
* Nc3 is the key: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CsZ...
* White could transpose to the Danish Gambit, etc.: Opening Explorer
* Glossary: https://www.peoriachess.com/Glossar...
* Online safety: https://www.entrepreneur.com/scienc...
M. J. Black wrote:
King Charles III
Good king wasteman.
Sat on his mummy's gold stool.
Chinless, bat eared fool.
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour'd of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,—
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
‘T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Riddle: How did the pancake hurt itself?
Answer: Doing backflips.
John R. Floyd wrote:
Children playing in the sand
Running, gathering buckets of water
The untouched sand the essence of their universe
They become virgin gods as they thrust their shovels deep
Stirring the primordial ingredients of Creation
With infinite imagination, they sculpt their own worlds
A deep hole dug becomes a lake
A tiny finger lays in rivers
Upturned buckets of sand become a city, near the lake lay the Kingdom
Searching the surf they thrust high broken shells and holding them to the Sun
Breathe spirit into them
Guards now stand at the kingdom's entrance
At full attention, they stand ready to defend
The Sharktooth King and his Clam-shell Queen welcome
Sandy citizens as they rise from the sand and enter the Kingdom
As the tide rolls in the little gods abandon their creation in favor of juice boxes and apple slices
Unknown annihilation is carried to the Kingdom on white crested waves
It eats at the walls, overflows the rivers and the lake
The Kingdom floods
The broken shell guards unable to hold back the deluge
Succumb and fall back into the ocean
The Kingdom walls crumble
The Sharktooth King embraces his Clam-shell Queen
They watch this tiny apocalypse come as
A shark's tooth and clam shell are pulled back into the ocean
The citizens melt back into the beach
It all lay quiet now
For eons, perhaps eternities
Nacient creators run gleefully down to the shore and gather buckets of water
They stuff their buckets with the basics of creation
Minutes later another pristine civilization comes into being
The broken shell guards stand at the ready once again
Ordained anew Sharktooth Kings and Clam-shell Queens sit upon their sandy thrones
And sandy citizens emerge from the sand living out their lives once again in a sandcastle by the ocean
"Thirty Days Hath September" Lyrics
Thirty days hath September,
April, June and November;
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting February alone.
Which only has but twenty-eight days clear
And twenty-nine in each leap year.
"Sometimes in life, and in chess, you must take one step back to take two steps forward." — IM Levy Rozman, GothamChess
So much, much, much better to be an incurable optimist than deceitful and untrustworthy.
1. At the beginning of the game, Black and White are equal.
2. The game will stay equal with correct play on both sides.
3. You can only win by your opponent's mistake.
4. Any attack launched in an equal position will not succeed, and the attacker will suffer.
5. You should not attack until an advantage is obtained.
6. When equal, do not seek to attack, but instead, try to secure an advantage.
7. Once you have an advantage, attack or you will lose it.
The Boy and the Schoolmaster
Wise counsel is not always wise,
As this my tale exemplifies.
A boy, that frolicked on the banks of Seine,
Fell in, and would have found a watery grave,
Had not that hand that plants never in vain
A willow planted there, his life to save.
While hanging by its branches as he might,
A certain sage preceptor came in sight;
To whom the urchin cried, "Save, or I'm drowned!"
The master, turning gravely at the sound,
Thought proper for a while to stand aloof,
And give the boy some seasonable reproof.
"You little wretch! this comes of foolish playing,
Commands and precepts disobeying.
A naughty rogue, no doubt, you are,
Who thus requite your parents" care.
Alas! their lot I pity much,
Whom fate condemns to watch over such."
This having coolly said, and more,
He pulled the drowning lad ashore.
This story hits more marks than you suppose.
All critics, pedants, men of endless prose, –
Three sorts, so richly blessed with progeny,
The house is blessed that does not lodge any, –
May in it see themselves from head to toes.
No matter what the task,
Their precious tongues must teach;
Their help in need you ask,
You first must hear them preach.
Drive sober or get pulled over.
"For surely of all the drugs in the world, chess must be the most permanently pleasurable." — Assiac
Mar-12-23 FSR: <jnpope: Is <Jegar Sahadutha> related to <chrisowen> or is this just a <chrisowen> parody account?>
Apparently the latter. <Jegar Sahadutha>'s user profile shows that his account was only opened on February 10, 2023. His first comment, on March 9, 2023, was:
I never thought I would live to see the day a GOTD was named in honor of chrisowen.
Jegar's comment was made to A Braun vs S Siebrecht, 2005, after it became GOTD using the pun <Braun Over Brain>. The genesis of the pun was evidently an uncharacteristically lucid comment <chrisowen> had made on December 27, 2009 that began <Sad case of Braun over brain.>
This episode, it seems, inspired <Jegar Sahadutha>. His aforementioned comment <I never thought I would live to see the day a GOTD was named in honor of chrisowen.> was the first and last "normal" one he has made.
Mar-12-23 Jegar Sahadutha: True — we shall not return to the heartland, for the heartland hath forsaken us. Rise! Rise, vaunted shipmen; your time is come, and with it sacral vestments. Slay the serpent, moor the ship; repast on all gifts divine. But in your exultation, may your heart hold fast; forsake not the heartland whence you came.
"The only time my prayers are never answered is on the golf course."
— Billy Graham
"God's mercy and grace give me hope - for myself, and for our world."
— Billy Graham
"Man has two great spiritual needs. One is for forgiveness. The other is for goodness." — Billy Graham
* Riddle-pee-dee: https://www.briddles.com/riddles/ch...
"Believe in yourself. Have faith in your abilities. Without humble but reasonable confidence in your own powers, you cannot be successful or happy." ― Norman Vincent Peale
"Intelligence plus character-that is the goal of true education."
― Martin Luther King Jr.
"When you come to a fork in the road, take it." ― Yogi Berra, 10-time World Series champion