Heh.

I'll soon be teaching <Grandma> to <Korean High School Kids> with any luck here.

How the Hell are you?

Thanks for all the well wisheS and advice.

Heh I said the title was <Bobby Fischer Goes to War>.

Thanks for the other titles as well.

I got a <book about how to play chess by GM Nigel Short> outta the LIBERRY today, I'll be posting regular <chess lessons> from it in here, unless I get shut down for it.

I HAVE TO PRACTICE TEACHING!!!

I will use <Kurtz> tome as my first <text book>.

I think we learn <how the pieces move> first, but I haven't opened the book yet.

Seriously though, congratulations.

Out of interest and curiosity, why Korea?

<Korea> is where my <job finding company> found the highest paying job with the best benefits.

I will soon be learning <Korean> and be immersed in <Korean culture>.

I am lucky because <Dr. Lecter> is <Korean> and he has promised to teach me all about <Korea> for 0.0 dollars per hour <Canadian funds>.

Heh I may have to visit <Australia>, if only to check out the <Drop Bears> that inhabit <Wallaby's Balls Sheep Station, New South Wales>.

I think.

Yeah, I screwed up the Fischer title, though so many of the recent titles concerning him have that confrontational/militaristic/combative element in them. Wonder why.

Picked up some interesting books by Canadian authors--Pierre Berton, R. M. Patterson, etc.--while up there. Am reading with great pleasure Berton's Prisoners of the North, about five significant figures associated with the Canadadian Northwest. Just finished the account of John Hornby--what a fascinating and very strange man! Surprised his monomaniacal life is not better known (and I'd not heard of him before this book).

Strikes me how neglected Canadian literature is, generally speaking; excepting Robinson Davies, Mordeai Richler, Margaret Atwood, Leonard Cohen, and a few others,Canadian writers are virtually unknown outside of Canada. This strikes me as manifestly unfair and wrong (Edmund Wilson, in his book on Canadian writers, calls Morley Callaghan "perhaps the most unjustly neglected novelist of the English-speaking world"). Academia does crown its favorites, and damns those who dare look ouytside the canon, old or new.

This is an especially interesting thing to consider for me, since one of my all-time favorite novels, Under the Volcano, was written in Canada (granted, by an Englishman, but B.C. figures in that work, and others by Lowry as well).

Anyhoo--mucho good luck, and get some sleep!

Best, Bill

You think it's a scam?

Maybe I better investigate... I may have to hire <RAH!> for that...

<I got a <book about how to play chess by GM XXX XXX> outta the LIBERRY today, I'll be posting regular <chess lessons> from it in here> It looks like the Kurtz bashing might go on for a while.. hehe..

That's 0.0 <Korean Won> per hour.

(I have to wait till I actually get over there and get a paycheck).

Did you know that <Lowry> lost his only copy of the manuscript TWICE?

Once he got drunk and accidentally burnt down his beach shack with the manuscript in it. This was in <Vancouver>.

Another time, he lost it in his luggage in <New York City>, I believe.

Also of note is his terrifying <Lunar Caustic>, an account of his hospitaliztion with alcohol-induced delerium in <Bellevue Asylum>, also in <New York>.

<Gin and Goldenrod> is a beautiful short story he wrote while hanging in his Vancouver beach shack. Near <Port Moody>, actually the area was largely uninhabited scrub land when he lived and wrote there.

Reputedly, he used to swim to the <Port Arms Hotel> (which still stands today) in <Port Moody>, buy "off sales beer," and then swim back to his shack with the beer in his teeth.

But this may be apocryphal.

Jess of the Under the Shadow of Popaceptl, drinking in a Bodega.

"And the old toothless lady, and the moring cantina,
The sounds, of the dying, and Mother Mary."

I have a photo of Lowry on my study wall, holding a bottle of Bols gin and a book while standing on the deck of his shack, a big mischievous grin on his face. As you well know, B.C. was such an Eden to him, both in his fiction and in his real life.

"...Night: and once again, the nightly grapple with death, the room shaking with daemonic orchestras, the snatches of fearful sleep, the voices outside the window, my name being continually repeated with scorn by imaginary parties arriving, the dark spinets. As if there were not enough real noises in these nights the color of grey hair. Not like the rending tumult of American cities, the noise of the unbandaging of great giants in agony. But the howling pariah dogs, the cocks that herald dawn all night, the drumming, the moaning that will be found later white plummage huddled on telegraph wires in back gardens or fowl roosting in apple trees, the eternal sorrow that never sleeps of great Mexico."

I have published several academic papers and also "humor articles" already.

My next project is a "humor article" on <chess obsession>.

I have been researching this for <one year> now.

Should we hitch a ride on a <tramp steamer>?

What an intense life he led.

BTW there is a <superb> Canadian Documentary film called <Volcano: An Inquiry into the life of Malcolm Lowry> that is really quite excellent.

They show it on the CBC from time to time.

Did you know that <Lowry> was haunted his whole life by pictures of <syphillis> victims that his parents forced him to look at as a way of preventing him from wanting to have sex?

Well done!

He is now officially <King of the Bees>.

Well I've started another <Big Honking Fight> on yesterday's <game of the day> page.

Secretly, I believe it is the same time everywhere at once.

Otherwise, it would already by yesterday tomorrow!!

You see my point...

That's why I think all <orchestras> should be <band>

HAHAHAHAHA

gET IT???> LOL (Actually, GOL--"groaning out loud," as one does at puns)