I don't have Tal's Greatest hits, or Bronstein's Interzonal book, or Reti -- shameful, I admit -- so only Miles And Nimzo figure on both mack's biblio and mine.

Nimzowitsch -- Sharp Sex (sic)

Lawson -- Meaning... There?

"If it were possible to develop the pieces without the aid of pawn moves, the pawnless advance would be the correct one, for, as suggested, the pawn is not a fighting unit until in the sense that his crossing of the frontier is to be feared by the enemy, since obviously the attacking force of the pawns is small compared with that of the pieces". ---- Nimzowitsch

"But it isn't. So forget it". ---- Tomlinsky

<Paranomasia>: a play on words, eg "the pundit was in the throes of acute paronomasia - c'etait, comme on dit en anglais, cute".

<Parousia>: the second coming of Christ, eg "They were all lined up waiting for the Second Coming: nobody anticipated a third..."

<Paroicous>: having the male and female reproductive organs beside or near each other, eg "porn movies require proximity, dexterity, sinistrality, and a degree of paroicousness."

*brief, but slightly relevant, anecdotage* ...

During my 'missing period' last week, I was invited to a Christening, or Xtian Baby-launching ceremony. Bottle of Champagne across the stern, [thwack! smash! fizzle! pow! waaaah!] and "I name this child Blahdy de Blah...

I alerted my Inner Gonzo Anthropologist to be on the lookout for residual Baal-worship, miscellaneous Goa'uld influence, and sundry churchy rituals. It was all quite Po-Mo, actually: a church full of statuary and stained glass -- the medieval equivalent of lasers. And a retired TV priest, splashing on 'holy' oils and comparing their purpose to the grease in which long-distance swimmers slather themselves. Thermal insulation for the hypothermic soul.

I don't think anyone in the tiny congregation -- me and a clutch of Wodehousian aunts -- was simple-minded enough to believe him. But he was a TV cleric, and had been trained not to join in when everyone else starts giggling. In the end it was just him and the sprog, little Blahdy, thinking their tiny, surreal thoughts together...

But I nearly missed the magic bit. I only got there in time by leaping into a taxi and yelling "Quick! Follow that Paraclete!"

*warning: may include chess-related items

Eduard Gufeld, Chess: the Search for Mona Lisa
Gerd Gigerenzer, Reckoning with Risk
Janis Mink, Duchamp
William Burroughs, My Education: a Book of Dreams
M.John Harrison, Light
Sol Yurick, Metatron
A.R. Luria, The Mind of a Mnemonist
Tor Norretranders, The User Illusion
Ishmael Reed, Mumbo Jumbo
R.Bellin, The Classical Dutch
Burroughs & Gysin, The Third Mind
De Quincey, Confessions of an English Opium Eater
Conrad, Victory
Marek Kohn, Dope Girls
Michael Dibdin, And Then You Die
Mark Leyner, I Smell Esther Williams

you know what could happen...

On the other hand, it's a nice day so let's party!!

I want to put up my shelf of books too. There's one in <Eyal's> forum. Should I put it here or there?

g'day, g'day, thanks for calling me <Jesus> as well.

WWJD= "What would Jess do"?

But you seem to be a Strange Attractor for textual line-walking anyhow, so almost anything could happen next...

BTW that's the funniest <baptism> story I ever heard, plus it's true!! The only <baptism> story I can think of that might be as funny is the <baptismal> sequence in <Godfather I>

<Michael Corleone do you renounce Satan?>

<Blammo!> etc.

And now I quickly move aside for master <WPB>..

Oh, and.. <I alerted my Inner Gonzo Anthropologist to be on the lookout for residual Baal-worship, miscellaneous Goa'uld influence, and sundry churchy rituals. It was all quite Po-Mo, actually: a church full of statuary and stained glass -- the medieval equivalent of lasers. And a retired TV priest, splashing on 'holy' oils and comparing their purpose to the grease in which long-distance swimmers slather themselves. Thermal insulation for the hypothermic soul.>

<Somebody once told me that I looked like "a sheep-killing fly"> I hope you bit the person's sheep.

<<Paroicous>: having the male and female reproductive organs beside or near each other, eg "porn movies require proximity, dexterity, sinistrality, and a degree of paroicousness."> LOL (I know, that's such a hideous term. But my "Hilarious" I'm sure grows tiresome!)

Yeah, Burroughs was a fascinating figure--wasn't it the adding machine that his family manufactured? (Or invented?)

You know that the most instant cure for <hypothermia> (used by medical personnel as well) is to have the freezing person naked inside a sleeping bag with a non-freezing person?

I think that's more <Bill's> department, no? Beware, he's finished marking papers. you heard it here first.

BTW <Jessops> sounds awfully familiar. I have heard of that brand name. Is it a cough syrup?

(NOte: look how much more fun it is to ask each other questions and speculate than just run to the correct answer on GOODLES)

aLTHOUGH I won't GOODLE BASH anymore as <Eyal> told me not to.

My booke list!!

Dp I put it here, at <Eyal's>, or just throw the dam things out the window?

<JESS> I said I got it, having 7 years of medical study under my belt..

So why GOODLE?

<You know that the most instant cure for <hypothermia> (used by medical personnel as well) is to have the freezing person naked inside a sleeping bag with a non-freezing person?> What if the person's not freezing, but only frigid? (Actually, the whole things sounds quite kinky--do people volunteer to be the not-freezing person?)

<I think that's more <Bill's> department, no? Beware, he's finished marking papers. you heard it here first> And remember, I'm Blako's sock puppet.

Whatever, Madge.. You still haven't brushed up your act.

I heard a story once about an enthusiastic sinner who downed a couple of drinks, or twelve, before making his way to a family christening. When the padre asked those present if they renounced Satan, he enthusiastically shouted: <"I do, the fecker!!">

When young Kurtz suddenly appeared on the scene as a sullen, gawky, twitchy, embarrassed, ten-year-old prodigy in the north of England, circa 1975, he was in fact anything but. Like 'Little Jimmy Osmond' (who was really aged 52, had four wives, and was the father of all the other Osmonds), Kurtz was a 50-something midget trying to cash in on the 1970s fetish for youth -- and reckoned that northern England (The Beatles, Jimmy Osmond's "Longhaired Lover from Liverpool" etc) was the best place to start.

Extensive research with cryptic top-secret soviet-era archives in Yerevan has now revealed that Kurtz, aka GMNS, was actually an Armenian Short Person named Shortarssian.

This explains many things. Also, at approximately 83, he's qualified to play Korchnoi in the World Grumpy Old Men Seniors' Matchplay Championship.

KK <Dom> I will mail you 10 dollars American if you cut and paste that bit of chess history in the <what the Hell is a GMNS> forum!!!

How on earth do you know about the <Osmonds> and their sordid <Mormon pop culture weird beyond belief history>????