a name louded with a tonn of KSHVKHYHY etc. like my own.....

(and for good luck i didnt choiced WX.....)

P.S.: "Ceres" "Receuscius" "Augustus",....

its a relative of:

well....saying the true, my intention was to made a little "play on words"..... cause since now none notited, im gone to revealing...

U <DOM> said: <...that nasty 'SCUM' at the end...> presuming the name "notyet-latinazed" was <LASKERESHE...+ SCUM...> BUT DONT!!

in my intention that was
<LASKERESHES... + HEMM! HHEMM!!...>

(ITALO-SICILIAN-AMERICAN accent...)
...<TU CAPISH A MÉ NOW..?!...OKÉÉÉIII?!....>

P.S.: cause about my blood's half is ITALIAN....

( calcio d'angolo....tiro.. MATERAZZI...testa...GÓÓÓÓÓÓÓLLLL!!!!..... CAMPIONI DEL MONDO!!...CAMPIONI DEL MONDO!!!!!!!!!!!.....)

...NO ONE can complain about an assumed, by my side... "razzistic's humorism"

at the most i will be "charged" of....
RAZZISTIC'S SELF-HUMORISM!!!.....

Have you seen the fine Scottish film <Mack and Mckmak>?

<Mckmak> is a real kibbitzer round these parts.

LOL you sound like <Professor Calculus> from <Tintin>!!

He always says <To be precise...> Of course, the difference is that Calculus is usually comically incorrect, or accidentally correct, whereas you appear to be correct every single time.

CUT THAT OUT! It makes the rest of us look bad....

And, as you know, there was this problem with proliferating Shorts. Now there’s even a game combining both crimes: P Short vs G McCarthy, 1978

Aha. A full-bodied red, then? In vino veritas. Or also, in vino vomitas.

"Part of the formal product submission includes a complete listing of all of the game text. They scan that for occurrences of the bad words, but they are also looking for religious artifacts. Nintendo is a jealous god."

Jess is heading for a top 10 in 8 weeks, you were right.

Let's keep her at bay now!!

<Frogspawn> is a disease. <Frogspawn> is not a disease. Be it so or not, its undeniable effect on art and culture outside the world of chess (which is, after all, an imaginary world--an antisocial construct) can barely be calculated. Nowhere in modern literature is the malaise of the French Defense better articulated than in Rilke’s first elegy: “But we, who need/such great mysteries, whose source of blessed progress/so often is our sadness--could we exist without them?” (A. Poulin Jr. translation). Now, let’s be perfectly honest here. By no stretch of the imagination can we say these lines refer to the French Defense per se. Let’s not be stupid! Such a gloss would be irresponsible and preposterous--nay outrageous--considering that Rilke here is actually writing about the anxiety one feels when confronting for the first time the English Opening (1. C4). My point, though, is that in these haunting lines Rilke beautifully captures the sense of eternal grief that burdens the hearts of both players in the French Defense.

Consider another noted work from modern literature, usually attributed either to Tennyson (whom, in an earlier essay [“Gasping Orifices: Anal Anxieties in Victorian Discourse”] I have scientifically proved never to have existed) or Stefan Zweig, but which I actually think to be the work of Hugo von Hofmannsthal: I see London, I see France,/I see somebody’s underpants./Could be yellow, could be pink./All I know they sure do stink. (Note: variants of the last line are extent--e.g., “All I know is they sure do stink,” used by T. S. Eliot in his discussion of this poem in his essay on Under the Volcano.) Here the poet obviously refers to the heretofore cited 1834 correspondence match between England and France, showing that he, like those jackals of the elite who have written most chess histories, mistakenly believes the French Defense to have originated with that match. But when one probes deeper into the “underpants,” one is greatly rewarded, for Jung has shown that in many cultures frogs are symbolic for “garments that mask or hide the holy of holies of the body.” Furthermore, that Jung actually identified with frogs may be inferred from the following quotation from Memories, Dreams, Reflections (Vintage Books, 1989): “[m]y ‘sympathy with all creatures’ was strictly limited to warm-blooded animals. The only exceptions among the cold-blooded vertebrates were frogs and toads [Toadspawn?] because of their resemblance to human beings” (83).

For another example, let’s consider the poem “Le Monocle de Mon Oncle,” (another French title, oui, oui!). Here the aesthetic and bacchanal Emperor of Ice Cream himself (who was, by the way, a noted bowler--many of his records still stand in the Hartford leagues) is clearly possessed by the spirit of <Frogspawn.> For instance, the line “I wish that I might be a thinking stone” seems to strongly suggest the basic French Defense position--a solid, stoic, and stone-like but highly cerebral setup of pawns able to withstand the enemy assault. Clearly, the speaker wishes himself to be in this state, hunched behind impassive pawns, though a careful explication de texte reveals that he is specifically not referring to the Winawer variation in this poem (though he does in a later poem, “The Owl in the Sarcophagus“).

The artist Edward Munch--the Emperor of I Scream--has definite references to <Frogspawn> in his paintings, which depict, much as his countryman Knut Hamsun’s novels (Pan, Hunger) do, the healthy benefits of a simple and robust life. Consider his piece, Evening on Karl Johan Street (this can be easily found on the Internet). In this work, which so wonderfully anticipates so much of the delight and charm found in the paintings of the American Norman Rockwell (and indeed, Rockwell is the American Munch), the viewer is confronted by a comforting congregation of humanity on a street in the early evening hours of a Scandinavian summer. One might initially miss the <Frogspawn> reference, however, which consists of the doors and windows in the painting looking south from the artist’s Norway homeland, no doubt toward France, and therefore with a clear connection to Frogspawn.

Oh, forgive me. The police are at my door--can you hear them knocking? “Mr Kinbote, it’s the police. May we come in?”
“Yes, please do. Come, sit over here on these two chairs.” “Sorry to be bothering you at this hour, but we’re investigating the disappearance of someone--Mr. John Shade.” “My god, John Shade! Why he’s my editor!”
“Mr. Kinbote, we understand that Mr. Shade was staying with you yesterday.” “Yes, he was. But he took a train to Paris last night.” “But Mr. Kinbote, he never claimed his ticket at the station.” “Never claimed his ticket! But I tell you he left here at five.” “Mr. Kinbote, your neighbors describe hearing a rather bitter dispute in your rooms after six.” “Gentlemen, what are you insinuating?”
“We’re not insinuating anything, Mr. Kinbote.”
“Yes you are! You are making a mockery of me--tormenting me--” “Mr. Kinbote, we’re merely investigating the disappearance--” “Villains, dissemble no more! I admit the deed!--tear up the planks!--here, here!--it is the beating of his hideous heart!”

Also, that first name, Rainer: shared with Rainer Knaak and Rainer Werner Fassbinder ... though Rilke's choice of middle name (Maria) reveals certain Sound-of-Music-related anxieties which bode ill for his chess.

Sooner or later, the player of the French faces two problems: (1) What to do with the light squared Bishop, (2) How do you solve a problem like Maria?

Your 'Zen' solution to the Bishop problem -- ie, there *is* no problem -- is cutting-edge. But the Maria problem remains unsolved.

"In cyberspace, I can change my self as easily as I change clothes. Identity becomes infinitely plastic in a play of images that knows no end. Consistency is no longer a virtue but becomes a vice; integration is limitation. With everything always shifting, everyone is no-one."

- Esa Saarinen.

"If your accent slips, have a better one on underneath."

Absolutely brilliant narrative pastiche effortlessly combining high/low cultural references, while still making actual "serious" points about the French-- and their accursed opening--

Particularly fine--

"I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream" certainly takes the playful pomposity out of Wallace Steven's famous rumination on death-- in the Stevens poem the playfulness actually increases the horror (through juxtapostion), but you've poked a hole in it and let all the air out!! Brilliant!!

<auden' a said that> LMAO Another stuffy genius laid waste by your insoucience!!

<FROGSPAWN> lives!!!

(Soon to be a major Webisite of its own- I've already made some preliminary inquiries to the local "E Vandals."

"I say, Carruthers, I've just spoken to one of those medical johnnies, and he assured me that everyone -- absolutely everyone -- has a, you know, well, umm, a bottom."

"Nonsense, Smythe, get a grip, man."

"It's true, Carruthers, under their trousers and skirts. And [*blushes madly*] their bloomers. The ladies, that is.

"The ladies? God's Turban and Tutu, man, are you referring to the home life of our own dear Queen?" [swoons]

"er, yes" [swoons]

Today's game, again against stronger rated opposition, I credit <Fischer> for.

Playing white against the fashionable Philidor (everyone's playing it on Yahoo these days for some reason), I had occasion to use Fischer's response-- and it worked!!

I was investigating a Fischer game here yesterday with his annotations in it.

He played <1.e4 e5 2.Nf3 d6 3.d4 Bg4?

His annnotation for <3.Bg4> was a characteristically terse and dismissive "Already a weak move."

LOL

So I continued in his plan-- <4.dxe5 Bxf3 5.Qxf3 dxe5 6.Bc4!>

Yes, his favorite move of all time- Bc4....

And it worked!!! I had him hamstrung, and proceeded to develop with tempo until the Center was MINE, ALL MINE!!

He didn't have a chance.

<3...Bg4> IS a weak move!!

<Victorian mini play> LOL Queen Victoria... miserable old bag....

If you can track down a copy, there's an extremely weird German movie called 'A Man Like Eva' (Ein Mann wie Eva, 1983). It looks and feels very like a typical late-Fassbinder movie. Except he was dead. And it was a homage created by a bunch of his regulars, with the Fassbinder character, complete with moustache, played by actress Eva Mattes.

Woooooo.