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  1. 1.e4 - Positional Sidelines - Thanx "ALL"!
    246 games, 1908-2024

  2. A A A KID. Positional E94 / E95 [Black]
    E94
    36 games, 1988-2021

  3. Black's Repertoire
    25 games, 1980-2014

  4. Classical KIDs (w/o Ne1)
    ...for Black
    7 games, 1963-1992

  5. Gawain’s KIDs
    9 games, 2003-2022

  6. J Polgar’s KID
    44 games, 1990-2014

  7. KIA GM
    23 games, 1957-2015

  8. KIA rules_Best Ever KIA Collection (Thanx fredth
    A person can learn a lot of positional chess by playing a reversed KID/Robatsch as White. However, there are no sudden attacks of f7!

    * Game Collection: KIA rules

    The application of ECO codes varies considerably in the KIA. The term "Zukertort Opening" 1.Nf3 is loosely applied to many openings, such as the KIA, Nimzo-Larsen Attack, Reti/English, and Colle-Zukertort/Rubinstein.

    When a proper, lasting tag does not seem consistently applicable, I tend to name pawn structures w/minor piece placements after other openings that are familiar. Technically, this is wrong but it helps sorting in my mind. For example, a reversed Torre Attack by Black (others would say Caro-Kann defense or Yugoslav System) places pawns on c6 and d5, knights on Nd7 and Nf6, and a Bg5 which distinguishes it from a reversed London System (IMHO properly called Lasker's New York System) with a Bf5, a cousin of the Baltic/Slav Defense. Those are queen pawn openings/defenses applied to this White flank/delayed or direct king pawn opening. (The KIA can start a number of different ways, including 1.e4, 1.Nf3, 1.g3 or 1.d3.) Black's pawn structures and piece placements are flexible, so White must adapt, improvise and overcome.

    If you prefer specific, sequential move-orders instead of general structures, then play 1.e4 and 2.Nf3 straight away w/out a fianchetto and start memorizing, keep memorizing, forever memorizing opening theory for each specific Black defense.

    * Whiteshark documents this opening well: Game Collection: 98_A07_King's Indian Attack

    * Passive, but playable in the Russian Game: Game Collection: Alpha Russian (White)

    * Black attack!
    Game Collection: Modern Defence Reversed

    * Chessmaster 2000 Classic Games:
    Game Collection: Chessmaster '86

    * Fischer Wins: Game Collection: Bobby Fischer Wins With The King's Indian Attack

    * Golden Treasury of Chess (Wellmuth/Horowitz): Game Collection: Golden Treasury of Chess (Wellmuth/Horowitz)

    * Glossary NYT: https://www.nytimes.com/2022/06/13/...

    * GK: Game Collection: Kasparov - The Sicilian Sheveningen

    * GPA: https://chesstier.com/grand-prix-at...

    * B20s: Game Collection: Grand Prix (Ginger’s Models)

    * How dumb is it? Game Collection: Diemer-Duhm Gambit

    * King Registration: https://www.kingregistration.com/to...

    * Make a Stand: https://www.history.com/topics/amer...

    * Malaguena: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxD...

    * MC Move-by-Move: Game Collection: Move by Move - Carlsen (Lakdawala)

    * Online safety: https://www.entrepreneur.com/scienc...

    * Pawn Structures: Game Collection: Chess Structures: A Grandmaster Guide

    * Tactical Games: Game Collection: Yasser Seirawan's Winning Chess Tactics

    “In chess as in life, when defending or attacking, a good chess player understands that one rash, ill-conceived, bad move can worsen the position and lose the game.” ― John Bain, chess author

    H.T. Bland. On page 207 of the December 1929 American Chess Bulletin he exalted the challenger in that year’s world championship match:

    Bravo ‘Bogol’, you’ve shown pluck.
    One and all we wish you luck.
    Gee, some thought you’d barged between
    Other players who’d have been
    Less likely straightaway to lose
    Just as friend Alekhine might choose;
    Undaunted, ‘Bogol’, you went in
    Believing you’d a chance to win.
    Or failing that, to make a fight,
    Which you are doing as we write.

    <Steinitz's Theory

    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.>

    Colorado: San Luis
    Established in: 1851

    San Luis has a predominately Hispanic population of less than 700 people, and so the town features a very strong Spanish influence. It was once part of four Spanish land grants decreed by the King of Spain, and a classic adobe architecture and Spanish town layout remain.

    * Chess History: https://www.britannica.com/topic/ch...

    This poem is dedicated to all Caissa's members who understand that chess is but a game.

    <Chess is but a Game>

    As he secretly rode his knight out of the castle's gate, still believing that he could escape this inevitable fate, the sky broke open with an array of incredible light. and there smitten to the earth lay nova under his knight. I am who I am and always am, spoke this thundering voice and you, my friend nova, do not at all have another choice but to go forth south and north, west and east
    loudly proclaiming the good Word to man and beast. Thus beset by the compelling voice from the broken sky nova set about explaining through the word the how and why. He travelled north and south, west and east never losing aim to let all Caissa's members know: chess is but a game.

    Ye Jiangchuan has won the Chinese Chess Championship seven times.

    “There are more adventures on a chessboard than on all the seas of the world.” ― Pierre Mac Orlan

    “You can only get good at chess if you love the game.” ― Bobby Fischer

    Dear Dad, $chool i$ really great. I am making lot$ of friend$ and $tudying very hard. With all my $tuff, I $imply can’t think of anything I need, $o if you would like, you can ju$t $end me a card, a$ I would love to hear from you. Love, Your $on

    Dear Son, I kNOw that astroNOmy, ecoNOmics, and oceaNOgraphy are eNOugh to keep even an hoNOr student busy. Do NOt forget that the pursuit of kNOwledge is a NOble task, and you can never study eNOugh. Love, Dad

    Ravenna
    by Oscar Wilde

    To my friend George Fleming author of 'The Nile Novel' and 'Mirage')

    I.

    A year ago I breathed the Italian air, -
    And yet, methinks this northern Spring is fair,- These fields made golden with the flower of March, The throstle singing on the feathered larch,
    The cawing rooks, the wood-doves fluttering by,
    The little clouds that race across the sky;
    And fair the violet's gentle drooping head,
    The primrose, pale for love uncomforted,
    The rose that burgeons on the climbing briar,
    The crocus-bed, (that seems a moon of fire
    Round-girdled with a purple marriage-ring);
    And all the flowers of our English Spring,
    Fond snowdrops, and the bright-starred daffodil.

    Up starts the lark beside the murmuring mill,
    And breaks the gossamer-threads of early dew;
    And down the river, like a flame of blue,
    Keen as an arrow flies the water-king,
    While the brown linnets in the greenwood sing.

    A year ago! - it seems a little time
    Since last I saw that lordly southern clime,
    Where flower and fruit to purple radiance blow,
    And like bright lamps the fabled apples glow.

    Full Spring it was - and by rich flowering vines, Dark olive-groves and noble forest-pines,
    I rode at will; the moist glad air was sweet,
    The white road rang beneath my horse's feet,
    And musing on Ravenna's ancient name,
    I watched the day till, marked with wounds of flame, The turquoise sky to burnished gold was turned.

    O how my heart with boyish passion burned,
    When far away across the sedge and mere
    I saw that Holy City rising clear,
    Crowned with her crown of towers! - On and on
    I galloped, racing with the setting sun,
    And ere the crimson after-glow was passed,
    I stood within Ravenna's walls at last!

    II.

    How strangely still! no sound of life or joy
    Startles the air; no laughing shepherd-boy
    Pipes on his reed, nor ever through the day
    Comes the glad sound of children at their play:
    O sad, and sweet, and silent! surely here
    A man might dwell apart from troublous fear,
    Watching the tide of seasons as they flow
    From amorous Spring to Winter's rain and snow,
    And have no thought of sorrow; - here, indeed,
    Are Lethe's waters, and that fatal weed
    Which makes a man forget his fatherland.

    Ay! amid lotus-meadows dost thou stand,
    Like Proserpine, with poppy-laden head,
    Guarding the holy ashes of the dead.

    For though thy brood of warrior sons hath ceased, Thy noble dead are with thee! - they at least
    Are faithful to thine honour:- guard them well,
    O childless city! for a mighty spell,
    To wake men's hearts to dreams of things sublime, Are the lone tombs where rest the Great of Time.

    III.

    Yon lonely pillar, rising on the plain,
    Marks where the bravest knight of France was slain, - The Prince of chivalry, the Lord of war,
    Gaston de Foix: for some untimely star
    Led him against thy city, and he fell,
    As falls some forest-lion fighting well.

    Taken from life while life and love were new,
    He lies beneath God's seamless veil of blue;
    Tall lance-like reeds wave sadly o'er his head,
    And oleanders bloom to deeper red,
    Where his bright youth flowed crimson on the ground.

    Look farther north unto that broken mound, -
    There, prisoned now within a lordly tomb
    Raised by a daughter's hand, in lonely gloom,
    Huge-limbed Theodoric, the Gothic king,
    Sleeps after all his weary conquering.

    Time hath not spared his ruin, - wind and rain
    Have broken down his stronghold; and again
    We see that Death is mighty lord of all,
    And king and clown to ashen dust must fall

    Mighty indeed THEIR glory! yet to me
    Barbaric king, or knight of chivalry,
    Or the great queen herself, were poor and vain,
    Beside the grave where Dante rests from pain.

    His gilded shrine lies open to the air;
    And cunning sculptor's hands have carven there
    The calm white brow, as calm as earliest morn,
    The eyes that flashed with passionate love and scorn, The lips that sang of Heaven and of Hell,
    The almond-face which Giotto drew so well,
    The weary face of Dante; - to this day,
    Here in his place of resting, far away
    From Arno's yellow waters, rushing down
    Through the wide bridges of that fairy town,
    Where the tall tower of Giotto seems to rise
    A marble lily under sapphire skies!

    Alas! my Dante! thou hast known the pain
    Of meaner lives, - the exile's galling chain,
    How steep the stairs within kings' houses are,
    And all the petty miseries which mar
    Man's nobler nature with the sense of wrong.

    Yet this dull world is grateful for thy song;
    Our nations do thee homage, - even she,
    That cruel queen of vine-clad Tuscany,
    Who bound with crown of thorns thy living brow,
    Hath decked thine empty tomb with laurels now,
    And begs in vain the ashes of her son.

    O mightiest exile! all thy grief is done:
    Thy soul walks now beside thy Beatrice;
    Ravenna guards thine ashes: sleep in peace.

    IV.

    How lone this palace is; how grey the walls!
    No minstrel now wakes echoes in these halls.

    The broken chain lies rusting on the door,
    And noisome weeds have split the marble floor:
    Here lurks the snake, and here the lizards run
    By the stone lions blinking in the sun.

    Byron dwelt here in love and revelry
    For two long years - a second Anthony,
    Who of the world another Actium made!
    Yet suffered not his royal soul to fade,
    Or lyre to break, or lance to grow less keen,
    'Neath any wiles of an Egyptian queen.

    For from the East there came a mighty cry,
    And Greece stood up to fight for Liberty,
    And called him from Ravenna: never knight
    Rode forth more nobly to wild scenes of fight!
    None fell more bravely on ensanguined field,
    Borne like a Spartan back upon his shield!
    O Hellas! Hellas! in thine hour of pride,
    Thy day of might, remember him who died
    To wrest from off thy limbs the trammelling chain: O Salamis! O lone Plataean plain!
    O tossing waves of wild Euboean sea!
    O wind-swept heights of lone Thermopylae!
    He loved you well - ay, not alone in word,
    Who freely gave to thee his lyre and sword,
    Like AEschylos at well-fought Marathon:

    And England, too, shall glory in her son,
    Her warrior-poet, first in song and fight.

    No longer now shall Slander's venomed spite
    Crawl like a snake across his perfect name,
    Or mar the lordly scutcheon of his fame.

    For as the olive-garland of the race,
    Which lights with joy each eager runner's face,
    As the red cross which saveth men in war,
    As a flame-bearded beacon seen from far
    By mariners upon a storm-tossed sea, -
    Such was his love for Greece and Liberty!

    Byron, thy crowns are ever fresh and green:
    Red leaves of rose from Sapphic Mitylene
    Shall bind thy brows; the myrtle blooms for thee, In hidden glades by lonely Castaly;
    The laurels wait thy coming: all are thine,
    And round thy head one perfect wreath will twine.

    V.

    The pine-tops rocked before the evening breeze
    With the hoarse murmur of the wintry seas,
    And the tall stems were streaked with amber bright; - I wandered through the wood in wild delight,
    Some startled bird, with fluttering wings and fleet, Made snow of all the blossoms; at my feet,
    Like silver crowns, the pale narcissi lay,
    And small birds sang on every twining spray.

    O waving trees, O forest liberty!
    Within your haunts at least a man is free,
    And half forgets the weary world of strife:
    The blood flows hotter, and a sense of life
    Wakes i' the quickening veins, while once again
    The woods are filled with gods we fancied slain.

    Long time I watched, and surely hoped to see
    Some goat-foot Pan make merry minstrelsy
    Amid the reeds! some startled Dryad-maid
    In girlish flight! or lurking in the glade,
    The soft brown limbs, the wanton treacherous face Of woodland god! Queen Dian in the chase,
    White-limbed and terrible, with look of pride,
    And leash of boar-hounds leaping at her side!
    Or Hylas mirrored in the perfect stream.

    O idle heart! O fond Hellenic dream!
    Ere long, with melancholy rise and swell,
    The evening chimes, the convent's vesper bell,
    Struck on mine ears amid the amorous flowers.

    Alas! alas! these sweet and honied hours
    Had whelmed my heart like some encroaching sea,
    And drowned all thoughts of black Gethsemane.

    VI.

    O lone Ravenna! many a tale is told
    Of thy great glories in the days of old:
    Two thousand years have passed since thou didst see Caesar ride forth to royal victory.

    Mighty thy name when Rome's lean eagles flew
    From Britain's isles to far Euphrates blue;
    And of the peoples thou wast noble queen,
    Till in thy streets the Goth and Hun were seen.

    Discrowned by man, deserted by the sea,
    Thou sleepest, rocked in lonely misery!
    No longer now upon thy swelling tide,
    Pine-forest-like, thy myriad galleys ride!
    For where the brass-beaked ships were wont to float, The weary shepherd pipes his mournful note;
    And the white sheep are free to come and go
    Where Adria's purple waters used to flow.

    O fair! O sad! O Queen uncomforted!
    In ruined loveliness thou liest dead,
    Alone of all thy sisters; for at last
    Italia's royal warrior hath passed
    Rome's lordliest entrance, and hath worn his crown In the high temples of the Eternal Town!
    The Palatine hath welcomed back her king,
    And with his name the seven mountains ring!

    And Naples hath outlived her dream of pain,
    And mocks her tyrant! Venice lives again,
    New risen from the waters! and the cry
    Of Light and Truth, of Love and Liberty,
    Is heard in lordly Genoa, and where
    The marble spires of Milan wound the air,
    Rings from the Alps to the Sicilian shore,
    And Dante's dream is now a dream no more.

    But thou, Ravenna, better loved than all,
    Thy ruined palaces are but a pall
    That hides thy fallen greatness! and thy name
    Burns like a grey and flickering candle-flame
    Beneath the noonday splendour of the sun
    Of new Italia! for the night is done,
    The night of dark oppression, and the day
    Hath dawned in passionate splendour: far away
    The Austrian hounds are hunted from the land,
    Beyond those ice-crowned citadels which stand
    Girdling the plain of royal Lombardy,
    From the far West unto the Eastern sea.

    I know, indeed, that sons of thine have died
    In Lissa's waters, by the mountain-side
    Of Aspromonte, on Novara's plain, -
    Nor have thy children died for thee in vain:
    And yet, methinks, thou hast not drunk this wine From grapes new-crushed of Liberty divine,
    Thou hast not followed that immortal Star
    Which leads the people forth to deeds of war.

    Weary of life, thou liest in silent sleep,
    As one who marks the lengthening shadows creep,
    Careless of all the hurrying hours that run,
    Mourning some day of glory, for the sun
    Of Freedom hath not shewn to thee his face,
    And thou hast caught no flambeau in the race.

    Yet wake not from thy slumbers, - rest thee well, Amidst thy fields of amber asphodel,
    Thy lily-sprinkled meadows, - rest thee there,
    To mock all human greatness: who would dare
    To vent the paltry sorrows of his life
    Before thy ruins, or to praise the strife
    Of kings' ambition, and the barren pride
    Of warring nations! wert not thou the Bride
    Of the wild Lord of Adria's stormy sea!
    The Queen of double Empires! and to thee
    Were not the nations given as thy prey!
    And now - thy gates lie open night and day,
    The grass grows green on every tower and hall,
    The ghastly fig hath cleft thy bastioned wall;
    And where thy mailed warriors stood at rest
    The midnight owl hath made her secret nest.

    O fallen! fallen! from thy high estate,
    O city trammelled in the toils of Fate,
    Doth nought remain of all thy glorious days,
    But a dull shield, a crown of withered bays!

    Yet who beneath this night of wars and fears,
    From tranquil tower can watch the coming years;
    Who can foretell what joys the day shall bring,
    Or why before the dawn the linnets sing?
    Thou, even thou, mayst wake, as wakes the rose
    To crimson splendour from its grave of snows;
    As the rich corn-fields rise to red and gold
    From these brown lands, now stiff with Winter's cold; As from the storm-rack comes a perfect star!

    O much-loved city! I have wandered far
    From the wave-circled islands of my home;
    Have seen the gloomy mystery of the Dome
    Rise slowly from the drear Campagna's way,
    Clothed in the royal purple of the day:
    I from the city of the violet crown
    Have watched the sun by Corinth's hill go down,
    And marked the 'myriad laughter' of the sea
    From starlit hills of flower-starred Arcady;
    Yet back to thee returns my perfect love,
    As to its forest-nest the evening dove.

    O poet's city! one who scarce has seen
    Some twenty summers cast their doublets green
    For Autumn's livery, would seek in vain
    To wake his lyre to sing a louder strain,
    Or tell thy days of glory; - poor indeed
    Is the low murmur of the shepherd's reed,
    Where the loud clarion's blast should shake the sky, And flame across the heavens! and to try
    Such lofty themes were folly: yet I know
    That never felt my heart a nobler glow
    Than when I woke the silence of thy street
    With clamorous trampling of my horse's feet,
    And saw the city which now I try to sing,
    After long days of weary travelling.

    VII.

    Adieu, Ravenna! but a year ago,
    I stood and watched the crimson sunset glow
    From the lone chapel on thy marshy plain:
    The sky was as a shield that caught the stain
    Of blood and battle from the dying sun,
    And in the west the circling clouds had spun
    A royal robe, which some great God might wear,
    While into ocean-seas of purple air
    Sank the gold galley of the Lord of Light.

    Yet here the gentle stillness of the night
    Brings back the swelling tide of memory,
    And wakes again my passionate love for thee:
    Now is the Spring of Love, yet soon will come
    On meadow and tree the Summer's lordly bloom;
    And soon the grass with brighter flowers will blow, And send up lilies for some boy to mow.

    Then before long the Summer's conqueror,
    Rich Autumn-time, the season's usurer,
    Will lend his hoarded gold to all the trees,
    And see it scattered by the spendthrift breeze;
    And after that the Winter cold and drear.

    So runs the perfect cycle of the year.

    And so from youth to manhood do we go,
    And fall to weary days and locks of snow.

    Love only knows no winter; never dies:
    Nor cares for frowning storms or leaden skies
    And mine for thee shall never pass away,
    Though my weak lips may falter in my lay.

    Adieu! Adieu! yon silent evening star,
    The night's ambassador, doth gleam afar,
    And bid the shepherd bring his flocks to fold.

    Perchance before our inland seas of gold
    Are garnered by the reapers into sheaves,
    Perchance before I see the Autumn leaves,
    I may behold thy city; and lay down
    Low at thy feet the poet's laurel crown.

    Adieu! Adieu! yon silver lamp, the moon,
    Which turns our midnight into perfect noon,
    Doth surely light thy towers, guarding well
    Where Dante sleeps, where Byron loved to dwell.

    Q: What do you call a cat that likes to eat beans? A: Puss 'n' Toots!

    Q: What do you call a clown who's in jail?
    A: A silicon!

    Q: What do you call a deer with no eyes?
    A: No eye deer!!

    Q: What do you call a three-footed aardvark?
    A: A yardvark!

    Q: What do you call a dancing lamb?
    A: A baaaaaa-llerina!

    Q: What do you call a meditating wolf?
    A: Aware wolf!

    Q: What do you call a witch who lives at the beach? A: A sand-witch!

    Q: What do you call an avocado that's been blessed by the pope? A: Holy Guacamole!

    <<Tips to calm down> Here are some helpful, actionable tips you can try the next time you need to calm down.>

    1. Breathe
    “Breathing is the number one and most effective technique for reducing anger and anxiety quickly,” says Scott Dehorty, LCSW-C, of Delphi Behavioral Health.

    When you’re anxious or angry, you tend to take quick, shallow breaths. Dehorty says this sends a message to your brain, causing a positive feedback loop reinforcing your fight-or-flight response. That’s why taking long, deep calming breaths disrupts that loop and helps you calm down.

    There are various breathing techniques to help you calm down. One is three-part breathing. Three-part breathing requires you to take one deep breath in and then exhale fully while paying attention to your body.

    Once you get comfortable with deep breathing, you can change the ratio of inhalation and exhalation to 1:2 (you slow down your exhalation so that it’s twice as long as your inhalation).

    Practice these techniques while calm so you know how to do them when you’re anxious.

    2. Admit that you’re anxious or angry
    Allow yourself to say that you’re anxious or angry. When you label how you’re feeling and allow yourself to express it, the anxiety and anger you’re experiencing may decrease.

    3. Challenge your thoughts
    Part of being anxious or angry is having irrational thoughts that don’t necessarily make sense. These thoughts are often the “worse-case scenario.” You might find yourself caught in the “what if” cycle, which can cause you to sabotage a lot of things in your life.

    When you experience one of these thoughts, stop and ask yourself the following questions:

    Is this likely to happen?
    Is this a rational thought?
    Has this ever happened to me before?
    What’s the worst that can happen? Can I handle that?
    After you go through the questions, it’s time to reframe your thinking. Instead of “I can’t walk across that bridge. What if there’s an earthquake, and it falls into the water?” tell yourself: “There are people that walk across that bridge every day, and it has never fallen into the water.”

    4. Release the anxiety or anger
    Dehorty recommends getting the emotional energy out with exercise. “Go for a walk or run. [Engaging] in some physical activity [releases] serotonin to help you calm down and feel better.”

    However, you should avoid physical activity that includes the expression of anger, such as punching walls or screaming.

    “This has been shown to increase feelings of anger, as it reinforces the emotions because you end up feeling good as the result of being angry,” Dehorty explains.

    5. Visualize yourself calm
    This tip requires you to practice the breathing techniques you’ve learned. After taking a few deep breaths, close your eyes and picture yourself calm. See your body relaxed, and imagine yourself working through a stressful or anxiety-causing situation by staying calm and focused.

    By creating a mental picture of what it looks like to stay calm, you can refer back to that image when you’re anxious.

    6. Think it through
    Have a mantra to use in critical situations. Just make sure it’s one that you find helpful. Dehorty says it can be, “Will this matter to me this time next week?” or “How important is this?” or “Am I going to allow this person/situation to steal my peace?”

    This allows the thinking to shift focus, and you can “reality test” the situation.

    “When we’re anxious or angry, we become hyper-focused on the cause, and rational thoughts leave our mind. These mantras give us an opportunity to allow rational thought to come back and lead to a better outcome,” Dehorty explains.

    7. Change your focus
    Leave the situation, look in another direction, walk out of the room, or go outside.

    Dehorty recommends this exercise so you have time for better decision making. “We don’t do our best thinking when anxious or angry; we engage in survival thinking. This is fine if our life is really in danger, but if it isn’t life threatening, we want our best thinking, not survival instincts,” he adds.

    8. Have a centering object
    When you’re anxious or angry, so much of your energy is being spent on irrational thoughts. When you’re calm, find a “centering object” such as a small stuffed animal, a polished rock you keep in your pocket, or a locket you wear around your neck.

    Tell yourself that you’re going to touch this object when you’re experiencing anxiety or frustration. This centers you and helps calm your thoughts. For example, if you’re at work and your boss is making you anxious, gently rub the locket around your neck.

    9. Relax your body
    When you’re anxious or angry, it can feel like every muscle in your body is tense (and they probably are). Practicing progressive muscle relaxation can help you calm down and center yourself.

    To do this, lie down on the floor with your arms out by your side. Make sure your feet aren’t crossed and your hands aren’t in fists. Start at your toes and tell yourself to release them. Slowly move up your body, telling yourself to release each part of your body until you get to your head.

    10. Drop your shoulders
    If your body is tense, there’s a good chance your posture will suffer. Sit up tall, take a deep breath, and drop your shoulders. To do this, you can focus on bringing your shoulder blades together and then down. This pulls your shoulders down. Take a few deep breaths.

    You can do this several times a day.

    11. Identify pressure points to calm anger and anxiety Going for a massage or getting acupuncture is a wonderful way to manage anxiety and anger. But it’s not always easy to find time in your day to make it happen. The good news is, you can do acupressure on yourself for instant anxiety relief.

    This method involves putting pressure with your fingers or your hand at certain points of the body. The pressure releases the tension and relaxes your body.

    One area to start with is the point where the inside of your wrist forms a crease with your hand. Press your thumb on this area for two minutes. This can help relieve tension.

    12. Get some fresh air
    The temperature and air circulation in a room can increase your anxiety or anger. If you’re feeling tense and the space you’re in is hot and stuffy, this could trigger a panic attack.

    Remove yourself from that environment as soon as possible and go outside — even if it’s just for a few minutes.

    Not only will the fresh air help calm you down, but also the change of scenery can sometimes interrupt your anxious or angry thought process.

    13. Fuel your body
    Being hangry never helps. If you’re hungry or not properly hydrated, many relaxation techniques won’t work. That’s why it’s important to slow down and get something to eat — even if it’s just a small snack.

    Try nibbling on some dark chocolate. ResearchTrusted Source shows it can help boost brain health and reduce stress.

    Wash it down with a cup of green tea and honey. Studies show green tea can help reduce the body’s stress response. Research has found that honey can help relieve anxiety.

    14. Chew gum
    Chewing on a piece of gum can help reduce anxiety (and even boost mood and productivity). In fact, research shows people who chew gum regularly are typically less stressed than non-gum chewers.

    15. Listen to music
    The next time you feel your anxiety level cranking up, grab some headphones and tune in to your favorite music. Listening to music can have a very calming effect on your body and mind.

    16. Dance it out
    Get moving to your favorite tunes. Dancing has traditionally been used as a healing art. ResearchTrusted Source shows it’s a great way to combat depression and anxiety and increase quality of life.

    17. Watch funny videos
    Sometimes laughter really is the best medicine. Research has found that laughing provides therapeutic benefits and can help relieve stress and improve mood and quality of life. Do a quick internet search to find funny videos for an instant mood boost.

    18. Write it down
    If you’re too angry or anxious to talk about it, grab a journal and write out your thoughts. Don’t worry about complete sentences or punctuation — just write. Writing helps you get negative thoughts out of your head.

    19. Squeeze a stress ball
    When you’re feeling stress come on, try interacting with a stress-relief toy. Options include:

    stress ball
    magnetic balls
    sculpting clay
    puzzles
    Rubik’s cube
    fidget spinner

    20. Try aromatherapy
    Aromatherapy, or the use of essential oils, may help alleviate stress and anxiety and boost mood. Those commonly used in aromatherapy include:

    bergamot
    cedarwood
    chamomile
    geranium
    ginger
    lavender
    lemon
    tea tree
    Add a few drops of essential oil to a diffuser, or mix it with a carrier oil (like coconut oil) and apply to your skin for quick relief.

    21. Seek social support
    Venting to a trusted friend, family member, or coworker can do wonders. Even if you don’t have time for a full play-by-play phone call, a quick text exchange can help you let it all out and help you feel heard.

    Bonus points if you engage with a funny friend who can help you laugh for added stress relief.

    22. Spend time with a pet
    Interacting with your favorite furry friend can decrease levels of the stress hormone cortisol and lower blood pressure. Quality time with a pet can also help you feel less alone and boost your overall mood.

    “....his countrymen, Kolisch and Steinitz, are greatly indebted for their later success to their having enjoyed early opportunities of practicing with the departed amateur whose death is also greatly deplored amongst all who knew him personally.” — Wilhelm Steinitz, regarding Karl Hamppe

    The first appearance of the (John) Cochrane gambit against Petrov's defense C42 was in the year 1848 against an Indian master Mohishunder Bannerjee.

    “Sorry don't get it done, Dude!” — John Wayne, Rio Bravo

    “Gossip is the devil’s telephone. Best to just hang up.” — Moira Rose

    pages 24-25 of The Year Book of the United States Chess Federation 1944 (Chicago, 1945), which published ‘Brave Heart’, Anthony Santasiere’s tribute to Frank J. Marshall. Written in August 1942 for Marshall’s 65th birthday, it began:

    Brave Heart –
    We salute you!
    Knowing neither gain nor loss,
    Nor fear, nor hate –;
    But only this –
    To fight – to fight –
    And to love.

    Santasiere then gushes on in a similar vein for another 40 lines or so, and we pick up the encomium for its final verse:

    For this – dear Frank –
    We thank you.
    For this – dear Frank –
    We love you!
    Brave heart –
    Brave heart –
    We love you!

    "The Hunt for Red October" is Tom Clancey's first novel.

    The Wolf Accusing The Fox Before The Monkey

    A wolf, affirming his belief
    That he had suffered by a thief,
    Brought up his neighbour fox –
    Of whom it was by all confessed,
    His character was not the best –
    To fill the prisoner's box.
    As judge between these vermin,
    A monkey graced the ermine;
    And truly other gifts of Themis
    Did scarcely seem his;
    For while each party plead his cause,
    Appealing boldly to the laws,
    And much the question vexed,
    Our monkey sat perplexed.
    Their words and wrath expended,
    Their strife at length was ended;
    When, by their malice taught,
    The judge this judgment brought:
    "Your characters, my friends, I long have known, As on this trial clearly shown;
    And hence I fine you both – the grounds at large To state would little profit –
    You wolf, in short, as bringing groundless charge, You fox, as guilty of it."

    Come at it right or wrong, the judge opined
    No other than a villain could be fined.

    According to Chessmetrics, Emanuel Lasker was #1 for longer than anyone else in history: 292 different months between June 1890 and December 1926. That's a timespan of 36 1/2 years, in which Lasker was #1 for a total of 24 years and 4 months. Lasker was 55 years old when he won New York 1924.

    “Just because you know stuff doesn't mean you are smart... You have to know how to use that information.” ― Josh Keller

    The Three Kings By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    Three Kings came riding from far away,
    Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar;
    Three Wise Men out of the East were they,
    And they travelled by night and they slept by day, For their guide was a beautiful, wonderful star.

    The star was so beautiful, large and clear,
    That all the other stars of the sky
    Became a white mist in the atmosphere,
    And by this they knew that the coming was near
    Of the Prince foretold in the prophecy.

    Three caskets they bore on their saddle-bows,
    Three caskets of gold with golden keys;
    Their robes were of crimson silk with rows
    Of bells and pomegranates and furbelows,
    Their turbans like blossoming almond-trees.

    And so the Three Kings rode into the West,
    Through the dusk of the night, over hill and dell, And sometimes they nodded with beard on breast, And sometimes talked, as they paused to rest,
    With the people they met at some wayside well.

    “Of the child that is born,” said Baltasar, “Good people, I pray you, tell us the news;
    For we in the East have seen his star,
    And have ridden fast, and have ridden far,
    To find and worship the King of the Jews.”

    And the people answered, “You ask in vain;
    We know of no King but Herod the Great!”
    They thought the Wise Men were men insane,
    As they spurred their horses across the plain,
    Like riders in haste, who cannot wait.

    And when they came to Jerusalem,
    Herod the Great, who had heard this thing,
    Sent for the Wise Men and questioned them;
    And said, “Go down unto Bethlehem,
    And bring me tidings of this new king.”

    So they rode away; and the star stood still,
    The only one in the grey of morn;
    Yes, it stopped—it stood still of its own free will, Right over Bethlehem on the hill,
    The city of David, where Christ was born.

    And the Three Kings rode through the gate and the guard, Through the silent street, till their horses turned And neighed as they entered the great inn-yard; But the windows were closed, and the doors were barred, And only a light in the stable burned.

    And cradled there in the scented hay,
    In the air made sweet by the breath of kine,
    The little child in the manger lay,
    The child, that would be king one day
    Of a kingdom not human, but divine.

    His mother Mary of Nazareth
    Sat watching beside his place of rest,
    Watching the even flow of his breath,
    For the joy of life and the terror of death
    Were mingled together in her breast.

    They laid their offerings at his feet:
    The gold was their tribute to a King,
    The frankincense, with its odor sweet,
    Was for the Priest, the Paraclete,
    The myrrh for the body’s burying.

    And the mother wondered and bowed her head,
    And sat as still as a statue of stone,
    Her heart was troubled yet comforted,
    Remembering what the Angel had said
    Of an endless reign and of David’s throne.

    Then the Kings rode out of the city gate,
    With a clatter of hoofs in proud array;
    But they went not back to Herod the Great,
    For they knew his malice and feared his hate,
    And returned to their homes by another way.

    The first chess legend, called the wheat and chessboard problem, illustrates the power of exponential growth.

    The first chess movie, called Chess Fever, was a silent comedy released in 1925 in the Soviet Union.

    The word checkmate comes from the Persian phrase shah mat, meaning "the king is helpless".

    The Lion Beaten By The Man

    A picture once was shown,
    In which one man, alone,
    On the ground had thrown
    A lion fully grown.
    Much gloried at the sight the rabble.
    A lion thus rebuked their babble:
    "That you have got the victory there,
    There is no contradiction.
    But, gentles, possibly you are
    The dupes of easy fiction:
    Had we the art of making pictures,
    Perhaps our champion had beat yours!"

    Fools look to tomorrow. Wise men use tonight. ~ Scottish Proverb

    “Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” ― Martin Luther King Jr.

    “Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.” ― Denis Waitley

    Hacked!

    Confessed faults are half mended. ~ Scottish Proverb


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