Heya!
Remag 1 is finally online after a month of delay! Visit it today!
And, um, Aristide has fled.
If one gets too comfortable with a way of life, a situation or anything, he or she risks losing the skill to adapt. The inability to adapt means extinction and this is particularly true in chess.
I could say that I am a competent player in chess although I do need to sharpen my mind a bit – well maybe by a whole lot – before playing a serious game. However, I have one weakness – I love white so much that I can’t remember when the last time I played black. I may master most of white openings but I have only one or two openings for black.
One day, saw somebody played chess. Having almost nothing exciting to do for the whole week, I decided to have a little game. The person asked whether do I mind playing black and somehow, I said no. At first I didn’t realize the significant of the lame no. So, we prepared the board for a game with the typical 32 black and white pieces of pawn and all other sorts on a 64 black and white squares beautifully carved on a wooden board.
So, it was the first move by white. White’s favorite, king’s pawn to E4. I replied with what most amateurs and to some extend professionals do, my king’s pawn to E5. White’s king side knight galloped ahead to threaten my king’s pawn. Automatically, my hand reached for my king side knight to protect the pawn. Then, he did my favorite white’s move; white queen’s pawn marched to its king’s pawn side.
I on the other hand, under my breath pronounced shit. White manned its battle stations in the middle of the board, a realization came to my mind – I was playing black, one move late with my king and queen reversely positioned with respect to white. Well, actually it’s not reversely positioned with respect to white but rather the black queen is on the black square instead of on the white square. It was a total disorientation.
I totally didn’t know what to do next. I was officially screwed. It was the feeling when you enter an exam hall, thinking that you know everything, only later to read the exam questions and have not even one bit of clue what the questions are asking for. Yes. It was that bad. Plus, there were a few people watching the game and that made it even more embarrassing.
Somehow, that gave me a crystal ball view of what I might encounter during my internship in Eastern Europe, if I go, and boy it would be sucked to experience it. I seriously need to learn black’s openings, fast.
The game?
I lost but not due to failure to adapt. Rather, a silly mistake where the white’s knight checked my king and my queen in one move. Rewinding one move back, if I had positioned my queen on another box, I could have checkmated white within two moves but hell, I hate knights.
And hey, this is the 300th post!
I’m fan of the fight-till-your-last-breath principle.
However, in case of Jean Bertrand Aristide, just give up dude. There is no point of trying to stay in power when the whole population hates you.
Right now, the rebels are within 25 miles of Port-Au-Prince and somehow, I think I’ve heard Port-Au-Prince in the news years ago with Aristide leading the then-rebel.
Karma perhaps? Wow, it sure does come swift!
Politics and economics can be very entertaining if they are mixed with just the right degree.
A few days ago, Michigan Representative John Digell sent a letter to Gregory Mankiw, the Bush’s Council of Economics Advisers chairman concerning the definition of manufacturing.
Before I go on further, I must say that I respect Mankiw. However, quoting Rep. Dingell:
“I am sure the 163,000 factory workers who have lost their jobs in Michigan will find it heartening to know that a world of opportunity awaits them in high growth manufacturing careers like spatula operator, napkin restocking, and lunch tray removal.“
The food industry is considered as a part of the manufacturing industry? Bush must be really desperate to ‘improve‘ the unemployment rate figure. Read the full letter at the US House of Representative.
“Have you ever heard of a fiction where a little girl asked her father what an elephant was?”
There was a long pause in the middle of daylight with the wind blowing against the somewhat empty savanna.
“Yes I have. The father somewhat struggled to describe the elephant”. Humlind face was expressionless, as expressionless as the dead mammal in front of them, Chiron observed.
“Well, this might be the last of their kind we have ever seen. I guess we would be the father in that story”. Chiron’s voice almost broke when he uttered the words.
“No, we’ve seen an elephant and so we could describe it well”.
“I’d suppose. But my boy would have a problem with that”.
“No doubt”.
Another long pause but Chiron broke the silence before it got too awkward. “You know, Hammurabi once said, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth…”
“An eye for an eye…” Humlind cut Chiron short. “I’d wish it were applicable to all lives.”
“Oh it is. Trust me it is.” A scent of anger was noticeable in Chiron’s voice. “I’m going for the poacher with my gun”.
Humlind stared at Chiron. “You aren’t serious, are you?”

Chiron didn’t reply at all. He turned and headed for the helicopter with a clenched fist. “Chiron, wait for me!”