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Chess is said to be a pool where elephants can bath in and gnats can drink from.
No to worry about me as I am closer to a gnat then an elephant.
I can be found at playchess.com and playing as the Idiotic-Taoist

For those interested in the game of kings and queens.
And if you lesser than a gnat and want to win from those who been beating you, perhaps
this little piece I wrote long long time ago on events long long long long time back might help you.

Some chess memories, hustler foil, Bali
(plagiarised from above)

Some chess memories, hustler foil, Bali and Nepal

I re-read what I wrote of Tinkerbell. To find details that I forgotten about.

So I thought I record this before it faded completly from my mind.

Unlike most people who started playing chess very young, I came onto chess fairly late. I had this girlfriend in 1970. I was hit with a thunderbolt. She was the first love in my life. She liked chess and wanted to teach me. I had no choice in that matter even though I thought chess was boring not knowing better then. In short time, I found I could beat her easily.

She left me a short time later, with as broken a heart a 19 year old guy could feel. I had to go into the Army for 2 years for National Service. But the love of chess she started in me remained since then.

I went on to borrow chess books from the library. I entered the world of Alekhine, Reti, Ruy Lopez, Capablanca and Bobby Fischer and got to know of flanchetto bishops, Sicilian Defense , control of the center and differences between close and open games. And in time found myself to be a fairly strong player. People that used to impress me in school days , being school chess champions during the time when I had not entered chess yet, were soundly beaten by me.

In 1972, Bobby came into notice of the rest of the world when he fought Spassky and brought us 'poisoned pawn' and dragged the entire world kicking and screaming into chess. I became a minor celebrity as I already know chess when the rest of the world still figuring out how to set out the chess board and chess pieces.

Then one day, in 1973, I was in the University Student Union House trying to do last minute studies for my engineering examinations when a noisy chess game started next to me. I saw a formal schoolmate Choo Yang playing with another guy that I later found out to be Arthur Tan.

I knew CY was not my match, and watched him just narrowly losing to AT. If he had one more move, CT would have won. It was irritating to see AT winning game after game. Especially when he called the rooks as castles and the knights as horses and talked in broken English like a moronic patzer. I thought Arthur was a new comer into chess brought on by Bobby Fischer. That he was lucky to win in all his games. The games ended when CY was cleaned out of money losing 50 bucks at 5 bucks a game.

I then suggest a few games with AT thinking smugly that I would beat him easily as he so nearly lost to CY in all the games I watched. Amazingly, I found I was always a move short of killing him. In that afternoon instead of doing last minute studies, I lost 100 bucks to AT. He then said he was late for lectures and if I could return the chess set and clock back to the University club that he signed out under his name.

I then found out from others that day that he was a National Master and a medical undergrad.

I had been hustled. I decided to keep the clock and chess set for myself and not returned them to partially compensate my loss to him.

A week later, he saw me and asked if I returned them as the club wanted to charge him. I was very strong in those days. I tore up telephone directories like tissue paper. In arm wrestling, if anyone could hold me just one second before I took him down, he would be the winner.

http://shanlung.com/oldwuwei.html

Above gave my background , even if it was written to illustrate something totally different. And if you are interested in martial arts, you might like to read this record of my email conversation at a martial arts forum.
http://shanlung.com/oldtaijichuan.html

It was only when Tinkerbell came into my life that I stopped my daily 2 hours training. That 2 hours were just to keep ticking over and in touch with martial arts. At peak, I was doing about 6-7 hours every day. That's another side of me that perhaps I should write down. I found it amusing that black belts who trained 2 hours twice a week think that they can fight the entire world.


At that time in 1973 with the meeting of that Arthur Tan, I weighed in at 210 lbs, but looked as if I weighed 170 lbs. Nurses trying to weigh me with those sliding weight scales always guesstimate I was 165-175 lbs and was bewildered why the weight refused to tilt until I set it for them.

I was already annoyed that he hustled me. I saw a 3 feet long iron bar on the ground. I picked it up, twisted it into a pretzel around my forearm, and told him he is a lucky man, and if he can try to make me return the chess set and clock.

Instead of being frightened, he looked positively delighted. He admitted he hustled me, and that I should keep the set and clock. But he knew I love chess and said that he will be happy to teach me beyond what the books had taken me. He also had this proposal. He told me he love hustling at chess. But sometimes annoyed bad losers did beat him up. That perhaps if I could 'protect' him and I could learn more.

We became good friends, sealed by tea he bought at the Student Union house, and he taught me chess beyond books. Just as you cannot hope to pick up good tennis by just reading books, you cannot hope to be good in chess just by reading chess books, unless you are gifted like my son. You need a much stronger player to guide you.

In those days, Singapore had British military base and Vietnam war was in full swing. Troops of servicemen would come to Singapore for R&R. I would go with Arthur Tan to places like the old raucous places like Bugis Street where booze and tranvestite and foreign soldiers gathered or in coffee shops near the British base at Sembawang. I play chess with Arthur in those places. With him talking stupid asking me how to move the horse etc etc. Others who think they are good in chess would be drawn in. I then gave up my place. And watched them slaughtered by Arthur. I got a cut. Protection not free. It was really fun too. Once to the point he returned $10 to a guy for his taxi fare back to camp.

In between, I learned a lot of chess from Arthur. I learned from others , and from the many chess tournaments Arthur introduced me into. I was literally dragged kicking and screaming by him into my first chess tournament. I learned the next lesson. Reading books and guided by better players will not be enough. That will be just talking the talk. You must walk that walk , and fight and be blooded in tournaments.

Arthur was a very good friend. It was a pity he died young, before Mark my son showed his chess skills.

I graduated in Civil Engineering in 76 after 4 years, and worked as a Civil Engineer in Jurong Town Corporation reclaiming land and building industrial infrastructures. I still had this very strong interest in tournament level chess.

In 1977, I took part in National level chess tournament and tried my best to climb out of the plateau I found myself to be in. Those tournaments were gruelling fights. I did my best, but could not get into that top ten. There were 200 contestants. I knew I had no hope of being in the top five, but I thought I could have been in top ten then.

I took a holiday in Bali to recover, the first time I been to Bali. I was there to enjoy Bali and to recover from what I considered to be a major chess defeat for me.

In those days, there were hardly any electricity there, and oil lamps were light all over in the losmans when evening fell. No huge resorts or gigantic hotels were even dreamed of in those days. Bali was magical then, so were the mushrooms and the herbs. Occasionally, one could still see Bali ladies walking about bare breasted or publicly bathing in the sacred temple's fountains. Travellers then lived with the community and not in expensive ghettos of tourists.

Balinese culture was vibrant and everywhere then, with Balinese laying out flowers and decorations in their shrines. Rituals were real and by the Balinese for the Balinese and not a show for the tourist trade. Bloody cockfights were part of their temple rituals. Losers were killed immediately after. I recalled seeing Rothschild Starlings in flocks then. They are now extinct in their birthland.


I was lazing on Kuta beach early one afternoon reading a book when a Balinese local walked by carrying a chess set. The locals walked about the beach as vendors of fruits, of local delicacies, and local handicrafts including ornate chess sets based on elaborate carvings of dieties. But the chess set with that local was too grotty. He stopped by this Caucasian guy next to me. I could not catch what was said, but that chess set was opened and set up. That local was playing him for US$ 2 per game. That was big money as my room cost me US$ 1 per night. Money went a lot lot further in the 70s.

I watched him winning 4-5 games until that Caucasian gave up. I then asked if I could play. He smiled at me and came over with his chess set and we played on the beach.

As the game went on, I could see him setting up a trap for me. I went along and set my trap using his trap as the bait. He sprung his trap and won a piece. Which went into my trap I set for him and two moves later, he knew he would be checkmated. In the next game, I pulled out all stops as I knew his measure. I love chess, knew clearly the hustling process being taught by a master hustler, but I never was into hustling. I crushed him.

He realised my power , and asked me to wait a few minutes. He rushed off and came back with another local. He was stronger. We played a couple of games for him to realised I was not a simple tourist who know some rules of chess. Another player was called, and after a few games, yet another player was called.

While I did not get into that top ten in the tournament I was recovering from, there were 190 other players who were ranked lower. Even the lowest of the 200 tournament contestants would still be better chess player than anyone who had not taken part in chess tournament. That first Balinese player was good, but would have ranked 60 or so in that tournament. I enjoyed myself that entire afternoon as the locals went to call better and better players to match me.

I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I ordered drinks and fruits and local delicies from the vendors for myself and the growing crowd of Balinese chess players and watchers around me. I gathered that they play chess with tourists for an honourable living. The stakes became higher and higher.

The last player was very strong. But I just came from a powerful tournament. I won the game. It got dark and we adjourned to my losman nearby. We were to play again in the light of oil lamps. I won about US$400 at that point. In those days, and in Bali, that was big money when US$30 might be take home pay for the month. I told him I had to leave the next morning to continue on my trip up into the mountain and would have a last game. I asked him would he want to bet all that I have won. He turned to the others and discussed briefly and agreed.

All of them had been the epitome of courtesy to me, not saying a word on the play so far during the games itself. They played for money, but they loved chess. I had no qualms about being a hustler foil for Arthur. Those soldiers had money to be ripped off.

And I love chess and love and respect those chess players of Bali. I had no desire to walk off with their money. Their money meant a lot more to them, their families than to me.

The last game was hard fought. It came to the end game. It was my turn to move, and the winning move was clear, and the losing move was also clear. I looked him in the eye, and made that losing move. He thought for a few minutes, and made that move that I knew he would make to win the game. I smiled, offer my hand, and tipped my king over in acknowledgement that he won.

He smiled back, gripped my hand , and drew me me over for a bear hug with the rest clapping their hands.

That was one of the most enjoyable afternoon of chess in my life. I believed they all got their money back, less what I spend on drinks and fruits for all of them that afternoon.

The rest of the evening dissolved hazily in my memory, other than that I ordered and paid for beer and spirits for that last player and all who wanted to drink with us.

The next morning I went up to the mountain and was staying at a losman on the rim of the volcanic crater. In that evening, I met another traveller there. A chess set was on the table and in short time, we decided to play. He shocked me by taking the first game. In my years travelling about, every few players got a game from me. And he won the 2nd game easily. My best could not prevail against him in the third game. He then told me that he found my play to be very strong, but he was an International Master from Holland. My ego was restored. It was no shame to lose to any IM. IMs normally do not travel about and I thought most IMs have no life other than to haunt tournament halls playing chess. I had the fortune, or misfortune to have meet one of them travelling about seeing sunrises and sunsets. We did not play for money, lucky me. I did not looked up in the sky that night. I would have seen that the moon was blue that night.

I told him of my encounter on the beach with Balinese chess players all the way to that last game. He was fascinated. It was late and we went to sleep having agreed we will walk down to the lake at the bottom of that volcano crater the next morning.

I woke up next morning to find a note left by him. He apologised for changing his mind and had left by the first bus to go to Kuta beach. He wrote he was short of money.

Bloody hell!

I hoped all those local chess players decide to take a few days holiday after that afternoon with me and keep their winnings safe and not meet that Dutch guy.

The next interesting chess episode was in Nepal.

I think it was in 1986. I was working as construction/project planner working on the Singapore Mass Rapid Transit system. I decided to take a 3 weeks holiday alone in Nepal with the intention of doing the Annapurna circuit around the Annapurna Massif.

I landed in Katmandu. The que to get the trekking permit was only five or six people. 4 years later when I went there with Joy, the que became 200 meters long.

Prior to that trek, I thought I better check out my legs and lungs around Kathmandu first. The book advised that you should do that first to see if you can walk, and like to walk, before you find that you cannot walk when you were in a high mountain trail, especially on your own. Especially so when I lived my whole life then in Singapore with the highest peak, Bukit Timah , at 133 meters high.

So I took the bus outside Kathmandu early morning and walked about the villages.

I was passing through one village early that afternoon when I saw a chess game being played and watched by a couple of guys. Of course, I watched. When that game was over, I asked the winner if I could play. They all smiled and agreed. He was an ok player. He was what I would termed a street fighter with a lot of cunning tactical knowledge. But I was also a street fighter, with enough cunning tactical knowledge AND also firmly grounded in the theoritical background of chess as well.

He was surprised to lose to me that first game. The next couple of games, I crushed him totally. Now, I loved to play chess, and I loved that game, said to be a pool where elephants can bath in and gnats can drink from. I am closer to a gnat than that elephant.

I love to transmit better understanding of chess. And I could see that player love chess. I had to crush him absolutely for him to see the light.

A chair was brought for me to sit. I played the next game thinking my thoughts aloud as to why I move. To every move I made, there were good and there were bad points, all to be considered and weighed.

I talked of control of center, the xray attacks, and the pins, and the double attacks, and removal of guards.

I talked of all I knew of the interplay of tempo, the positions, and the material and how they blend and combined together.

It stopped being a match. I played until I had winning position, and then turned the board around to take the losing position and changed that to winning position.

Alternate plays were made and considered to illustrate all I said as not just theory.

More and more questions were fielded at me and they were very intelligent questions. Tea was brought to me, and pastries were offered to me as I talked and talked moving the chess pieces. I thought that player was good to have asked me all those questions. I turned around and was shocked there were at least 30 people all behind me. The questions asked came from them. That guy playing me was the only one who spoke english and he was relaying their questions and answers back. He was also the village chess champion. They all smiled at me and clapped. I could only grin back at the audience and I turned back to the board with even more energy and spirit. That entire afternoon went by with me talking, lecturing and playing. I declined offers for me to stay in their village as I had to go to Pokhara and Annapurna the next day.

{editted on 25 April 2012 to add that account around Annapurna below
Last Footfall in Nepal// Sharon & kitty advice // Riamfada over weekend 18-19 March
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/113583.html}

I started on the Annapurna circuit, and heard from grapevine that China opened the Tibetan border on Nepal to independent travellers for the first time. I might have gotten the year wrong, but it was that year that the Tibetan border was first opened to independent travellers. I turned back and went to Khatmandu and faxed and gotten a visa to travel overland into Tibet. I wired to my office to extend my leave as I was not going to let the chance to get into Tibet overland from Nepal slipped. I crossed over, and on that morning, a landslide cut that road in 12 places. I could not turn back into Nepal. I had to go on to Lhasa and down into Yunnan and took a hard seater train for 4 days and 4 nights to get out via Hong Kong. This will be another story another time.

(editted on 8 Mar 2010 . I wrote on this trip into Tibet here
"Harry Potter // Rustaq // 1st overland into Lhasa "
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/105488.html )

My office and boss were so happy I got back still alive that they all forgave me extending my 3 weeks leave into 6 weeks at full pay. I had to give them lectures on that trip together with my photos and slides for full forgiveness.


The calender moved a few years now into 1989. Joy was my girlfriend then and we decided to go to Nepal and trekked on that Langtang Trail.

The que for trekking permits became 200 meters long this time from that 5-6 persons que in the past.

Still in Khatmandu, we went into this tea shop and I saw the owner sitting in front with a beautiful Stauton chess set and chess clock. I asked him if we could have some games. He gave me a snotty look and asked if I knew how to play chess. I told him I know a little.

Chess players are liars. So do not blame me. Also perhaps he was a very powerful player.

I got his measure in a few moves. I crushed him that first game to his shock. He had not expect my level and had played a cheap trap on me. His next game was better, but he was not my level and I crushed him as I was annoyed at his earlier condescending appraisal of me.

He then declared we should use the chess clock to set time limits. He had not known I was a blitz player (play and finish chess game in 5-10 minutes) and a bullet player (play and finish chess game within a minute a game)

I crushed him in all the games, even in games where I handicaped myself giving me 3 minutes on the clock against his 30 minutes.

He waived all the tea charges on me. We became friends.

He then told me I should go to this village nearby where the players there were so strong. He said that village was unknown before in Nepal chess world. Then 3 years ago, they came onto Nepal Chess world by storm and the top ten players of Nepal all went to that village.

I asked him which village it was, not daring to hear his answer.

He told me that village, the same village as I stopped by that afternoon a few years ago.

I should have gone there again. I had told them I would send them chess books late that afternoon before I left. But I forgot about that after the excitment and a couple near death experiences in Tibet. I felt quilty not keeping my words to them.

The next day, I went off with my wife on that Lantang Trail.

Next time I go to Nepal, I will bring an armful of chess books for that village.
 

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// Chess -1st Saturday IM Tournament //


Plagiarised a bit from above

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Chess -1st Saturday IM Tournament



This talk on chess came from my thead in http://www.anafricangrey.ca/forum/index.php?showforum=6

With comments on Riam , swings and stuff, Pico and Lambert talked on my chess wondering if that was why we all love greys. I was about to answer in that forum but changed my mind to place into this blog for all to follow.

I am good in chess, a senior club player , Elo at best was just about 2000, who used to take part in chess tournaments but stopped about 30 years ago. I mentioned that before, but never mentioned why I stopped.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elo_rating_system

I have a son, Mark Chan, with my first wife who passed away. I thought he was retarded when at 3 years old, he would not talk. His first words came at 3 years 3 months.

I used to play chess in a chess club. Arcade games were there and Mark love to play that. But he knew he could not get more coins until I finished my chess game. So he watched until I finished before getting his coins. One day , when he was 3 ½ years old, he was waiting for that game to be finished. I was getting clobbered and about to make a move when he told me excitedly to make a different move. His suggestion appeared so stupid to me that I chewed him up, and told him no talking when I play. He stood his ground and with nothing to lose, I moved that move. My opponent replied as I thought he would making my position worse. Mark took over from there, and in 3 moves, to the shock of all of us, the game totally reversed. He went on and later threshed me while watching and laughing at his cartoons on TV and playing me sight unseen of the board in front of me.

Mark in time took part in national chess tournaments when he was still in kindergarten and unable to write his name. Mark was first known as my son. Very shortly after he started, I become better known as Mark’s father. Organisers did not want us to talk in the tournarment , as they knew I solicited advice from him instead of me advising him.

We were normally both invited to take part in chess tournaments. It was getting more difficult for me to play. In the course of the tournaments, I would be paired with my son. Lot of people love to watch him play. When we got to play together, enormous crowd gathered to watch and gloat my inevitable slaughter at his hands. The hours , days and years and hundreds of books I read on chess were swept aside by him.

I never took part in chess tournament since then, content to be his driver to tournaments. I could not even bear to watch him play. He played dangerously as you must at the top, and his combination beyond my comprehension adding to my fear and blood pressure. I probably will not directly watch him play in Budapest either. The tension will be too much for me.

[edited on 20 Oct 09 to include comments that photos of Mark playing chess is seen in http://shanlung.livejournal.com/104845.html ]

Then one day, when he was about 8 years old, he was invited and I was not. I was mollified, and shocked , that the allegro (30mins each per game) tournament was international for South East Asia and for Masters only. My son was so upset that he came in 11th in a field of 60 with the top 10 going to next tournament and he counted coup on NMs and IMs. That was in mid 80. His games were beyond my comprehension. I eavesdrop on his post game analysis with his Masters’ opponents and they were beyond my comprehension even when he was 8 years old. Very mortifying to me as I considered myself to be a strong player, and gratifying too, as he was unique, and my son as well.


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He entered the world under 10 and came in 9 position. The country we were in did not give any support and I paid for his trips that he went overseas all by himself at his young age. All other competitors were backed with IM/GM trainers specializing in openings, middle games and end games catering to their needs. He had me, and my 20 odd chess books.

Money was tight with me at that point and I cannot afford to send him to all.

Mark games in those chess Olympiad he went to were listed and annotated.
Later on, those people that he defeated went on to be International Masters and Grand Masters. To get IM, you need to take part in tournaments of that level. I had not the money then to keep paying for him to fly to take part. Where my son would be now if given the support and backing given by all other countries to gifted players I always wondered.

A messy divorce also intervened.

I met my wife Joy long after that was over.

His studies then took priority. He shelved chess and he graduated. After a few years of work, he decided he want to try to get back into chess and try for his IM now. His Elo is 2286. I am happy that he want to get back into the chess world.

This Dec 2009, he will be flying to Budapest to take part in the 1st Saturday IM Tournament there starting 5 Dec 09 until 17 Dec 09.
http://firstsaturday.hu/

I will be flying to Budapest on 13 Dec 09 to be with my son and to enjoy the city . I spend so much time with Tinkerbell and it is time I spend time with my son too. So if any of my readers are in Hungary , Budapest, and have the time to meet me, please write to me. Then we will fly off on 19 Dec to Amsterdam . We will be at Max Euwe plaze with those words ‘ HOMO SAPIEN NON URINAT IN VENTUM’ over us.

Those who snatched victory from their jaws of defeat from me will never know what hit them from 19 to 23 Dec. My son will do what I cannot do, hung, drawn and quarter all of them. But I think they all will love it. So Pico and Lambert and any chess lovers here, if you have the time, come over and I will see you at Max Euwe during that time in between sipping coffee in coffee shops.

It was on yesterday 19 Sept morning that I went to the travel agent to pay for that trip.
Why not? In this end game of life with the greed going on, and the tipping point already past ( http://shanlung.livejournal.com/101464.html ) , we all should max our happiness and min agro to yourself and anyone else now (unless over a chess board).


(report of my son and myself in Budapest in that IM Tournament http://shanlung.livejournal.com/108450.html)
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to include the part mentioned [edited on 20 Oct 09 to include comments that photos of Mark playing chess is seen in http://shanlung.livejournal.com/104845.html ]





My wife was in Singapore a couple weeks ago and she found some old photos of my son Mark when he was playing chess when young.

more photos in flickr folder 'Chess with Mark '
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shanlung/sets/72157622434532733/


When I wrote of Mark, I mentioned I had a difficult position playing with guy when Mark told me what I should do. I never trained him then as I never thought he would understand at 3 1/2 years old.

In the photo below, Mark was playing that guy in a tournament a couple years later. Mark won of course

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The chess championship that Mark was invited to participate and I was not.



With President of FIDE chess federation that time

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A bit dated as this from 2016

Plagiarised from https://www.thedaobums.com/topic/40371-weichi-and-ai-and-a-bit-precursor-on-chess/



WeiChi and AI and a bit precursor on Chess
By shanlung, January 29, 2016 in The Rabbit Hole

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Posted January 29, 2016
A major milestone was just passed recently.

There is this thread in a forum far far away almost in another galaxy.
discusstruth.com/threads/do-you-play-chess.315/page-2

That thread was on Chess which I rudely interrupted on 19 Aug 2015 warning them all not to be stupid and get into chess. A position also agreed to by the Saudi Grand Mufti Abdul Aziz bin-Abdullah who issued a religious fatwa declaring that chess is forbidden for Muslims because it is 'a waste of time' and promotes gambling. He added: 'The game of chess is a waste of time... it causes enmity and hatred between people.'

Plagiarised from what I wrote:


A major milestone was just passed recently.

There is this thread in a forum far far away almost in another galaxy.
discusstruth.com/threads/do-you-play-chess.315/page-2

That thread was on Chess which I rudely interrupted on 19 Aug 2015 warning them all not to be stupid and get into chess. A position also agreed to by the Saudi Grand Mufti Abdul Aziz bin-Abdullah who issued a religious fatwa declaring that chess is forbidden for Muslims because it is 'a waste of time' and promotes gambling. He added: 'The game of chess is a waste of time... it causes enmity and hatred between people.'

Plagiarised from what I wrote:

That is about the worse thing you have done in your life.
Get out of chess before the addiction really kicks in.

For those with morbid curiosity what chess is about.

Modes of flight of Riamfada and comparison to Tinkerbell //Some chess memories, hustler foil, Bali
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/104619.html


Then the talk went on into chess openings and if I play people face to face

Playing face to face as below?
The chess board physical enough for you?

from HOMO SAPIENS NON URINAT IN VENTUM
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/102154.html


And I was there again in March and June 2015
Those guys there know me very well as a person who periodically turn up sometimes kicking arses and sometimes
to demonstrate how to snatch defeat from jaws of victory


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I used to be fascinated by openings. Wasted money and time going deeper and deeper into it.
There must be about 20,000 book openings to go into instead of smelling roses and living whatever is left of my life

Then again, in just the first 2 moves in the chess game, there are 160,000 possibilities
and in just he first 3 moves in the chess game, there are 64,000,000 possibilities or openings

And in the first 4 moves in the chess game, you have 25,6000,000,000 possibilities.
And that is just the first 4 moves. Openings can go to 8-9-11 moves. Even more than that 25 billions.

So what can I hope even if I could remember the 20,000 book openings against 25,6000,000,000 possible openings? You agree that is not even a grain of sand in a beach of sand 100 miles long

I believe so much better to focus on the fundamentals, develop the pieces to maximise their vectorial movements and control of the center. And go with the Tao and flow with the game

I only need to remember that. And being an Idiot, remembering less things meant I less likely to blunder. And all the good things I can remember cannot undo any of the blunder.

Let us remember that at any opening, at any point within that opening, the numbers I quote above to you apply.

So in the 2nd move of say the Ruy Lopez, just 2 more moves into that will 160,000 possibilities and 3 moves from that to be 64 k k possiblities.
The most exhaustive study of just the R L will not even scratch the surface of RL

Let us say a tiny fraction of 64 k k are good possibilities, let say 1 in 1000. You still looking at 64 k. And openings can go 6-7 moves deep

Can one reasonably remember all of that? Maybe for GMs and IMs. Not for people like me.
And then what about the King's Indian, or Sicilian Closed and Sicilian Open. And Kings Gambit/Queens Gambit and Alekhine Defense etc etc etc etc

As said, remember the fundamentals and ground yourself well in that. Go into battle with no fear of death. Like what Jap Samurai have in mind.
"I allow you to cut my skin provided I cut into your flesh. I allow you to cut into my flesh provided I cut you through to the bone"

And what if my allowing you to cut me to the bone which is a pretense as I then will cut off your head.

Also remember positional advantage get you to a favourable end game. But before the end game, God (or the Tao) put in the middle game.



I then touched on WeiChi, which you folks might know better by the Japanese name of Go



In checkers, your pieces still move. And if you queen that piece, the movement to that piece expand even much more.

In weichi, or better known in West as Go, the pieces are the same (other than black or white) and the pieces do not even move after they are placed down.

And yet, the most profound of board games, and even much more profound and complex than chess is Wei Chi.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Go_(game)

Go (simplified Chinese: 围棋; traditional Chinese: 圍棋; pinyin: wéiqí, Japanese: 囲碁 igo,[nb 2] literal meaning: "encircling game", Korean: 바둑 baduk[nb 3]) is a board game involving two players, that originated inancient China more than 2,500 years ago. It was considered one of thefour essential arts of a cultured Chinese scholar in antiquity. The earliest written reference to the game is generally recognized as the historical annal Zuo Zhuan[2][3] (c. 4th century BC).[4]

There is significant strategy involved in the game, and the number of possible games is vast (10^^761 compared, for example, to the estimated 10^^120 possible in chess),[5] despite its relatively simple rules.

The two players alternately place black and white playing pieces, called "stones", on the vacant intersections ("points") of a board with a 19x19grid of lines. Beginners often play on smaller 9×9 and 13×13 boards,[6] and archaeological evidence shows that game was played in earlier centuries on a board with a 17×17 grid. By the time the game had spread to Korea and Japan in about the 5th and 7th centuries CErespectively, however, boards with a 19×19 grid had become standard.[7]

The objective of the game—as the translation of its name implies—is to have surrounded a larger total area of the board with one's stones than the opponent by the end of the game,[8] although this result typically involves many more intricacies than simply using surrounding areas directly.

Once placed on the board, stones may not be moved, but stones may be removed from the board if captured—this is done by surrounding an opposing stone or group of stones by occupying all orthogonally-adjacent points.[9] The two players place stones alternately until they reach a point at which neither player wishes to make another move; the game has no set ending conditions beyond this. When a game concludes, the territory is counted along with captured stones and komi (points added to the score of the player with the white stones as compensation for playing second) to determine the winner.[10] Games may also be won by resignation.

You see in above for WeiChi, the possibilities are 10 power of 761 against chess possibilities of 10^^ 120

I got a bit into WeiChi when I was working and living in Taiwan and then in South Korea.
I drew back from that abyss as what if I got better in that and would I find the time to get deeper into that especially with my addiction to International Chess?

WeiChi is enchanting and mesmerising. Even more than the other variation of chess which is Chinese Chess. I also drew back from Chinese Chess. Something very difficult as C C is also very enchanting and magical. In CC , you got almost immediatly into the middle game and where knights can be crippled and canon exist and only can work if there is an intermediate piece (regardless if your piece or enemy piece) for the canon to fire over.

One measure of the complexity in WeiChi is that we have chess computer programs that can trash Chess Grand Masters even many years ago.

Despite lots of efforts, the best of WeiChi program can only win against the best of human GMs only when given handicaps. It is believed that only in the distant future can computer WeiChi approach humans, and even so, provided true AI been reached.



I wrote above in Aug 26 2015. I did not expect a Go program about to take on top rank in Go for some years still.

I was wrong.
A major milestone was reached in WeiChi or Go and AI

Google DeepMind's AlphaGo beat the European Go champion at the complex ancient Chinese game.

It was a very delightful shock to find a Go program made a GM equivalent in Go bite the dust.

He was not the top Go GM, only the European Champion. But nonetheless.....

I will wait and see in March 2016 when that program takes on the World top Go Grandmaster Lee Seudol in Korea

Idiotic Taoist shock and lost for words


I wrote above in Aug 26 2015. I did not expect a Go program about to take on top rank in Go for some years still.

I was wrong.
A major milestone was reached in WeiChi or Go and AI

Google DeepMind's AlphaGo beat the European Go champion at the complex ancient Chinese game.

It was a very delightful shock to find a Go program made a GM equivalent in Go bite the dust.

He was not the top Go GM, only the European Champion. But nonetheless.....

I will wait and see in March 2016 when that program takes on the World top Go Grandmaster Lee Seudol in Korea

Idiotic Taoist shock and lost for words



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There is significant strategy involved in the game, and the number of possible games is vast (10^^761 compared, for example, to the estimated 10^^120 possible in chess),[5] despite its relatively simple rules.

That number 10^^761 will be more than the number of atoms, the number of quarks, higgs leptons and neutrinos in our entire Universe. Calling that mind boggling is sheer simplification.

I honestly thought a true AI must come about first. Of profound wisdom which might even be able to tell us what is the Tao and Te. And which might happen to win the top champion in WeiChi.

So far that is not here yet. But Mar 2016 is around the corner and we will see then if Lee Sedol keel over at the foot of AlphaGo.

That will be electrifying to me and Weichi Go fans and to the entire computing community.


And Lee Sedol died and keel over at the foot of AlphaGo
And a brave new world dawn on mankind
 
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[9:21 PM, 2/20/2021] shanlung9: https://www.cnbc.com/2021/02/19/25-year-old-earns-6-figures-playing-chess-on-twitch.html
[9:21 PM, 2/20/2021] shanlung9: She probably makes a similar type of income that the top professionals are from streaming chess on Twitch. And she’s not even ranked in the top 20,000 players in the world,” says Nick Barton, director of business development at Chess.com. “The definition of what a chess professional is has changed.”
[9:21 PM, 2/20/2021] shanlung9: It helps that there was Queen's Gambit and that she's pretty la
 

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