Chess In The Middle Of The Night Fast Asleep?

I didn't have a good feeling going into this chess game having lost a series of games whatever I did was just not close or good enough to win. Player was rated 1222 and I had spun as low as I didn't want to be and it is three in the morning mind you with a Melatonin downed an hour ago this was not normally a place for me to be but I was in the mood and yes but are not the gambling losers also in the wrong places frequently? A long story short. Opponent lost and although the feeling was there to win I did but from the get go I felt the advantage was to my favor in the opening and my opponent could never recover as close and tight he played the game. Call it a quirk win for me as 99 times out of one hundred in such circumstances...you can already see my mind slipping.

I Heard The News Today Oh Boy

I heard the news lately oh boy about a woman astronaut who passed away. She died at 61 what will it take for us to realize that history does go marching on? I woke up in a trance but no I did not dance or do a prance. The song from the Beatles races through my mind for those of you who grew up in that era and listened to the Beatles sing a song about a man who had figured out how many holes it took to fill the wall and a man who blew out his brains or whatever in a car wreck. Obviously investigative reporting is not what this blog is about but can I sing a song for those things that go wrong? This story captures my attention because her age was near my age I feel no rage I can only turn the page or shall I be more like an animal trapped in a cage with no where to go but into a maddening rage knowing death does stalk us like it or not?

When We Can Participate In A News Story

I never insisted on using this name but naming this blog the diary of Joe from Hercules or Joe from Concord in California would not cut it. Ann Frank the author The Diary of Ann Frank already cornered the market on her diary of the most famous diary or all time in my opinion and I don't think I am too far from the truth. Her story was a living diary story or a reality story it was not fictional. She wasn't dreaming her life away with visionary thoughts of becoming what she could never be but reality lived up to the truth that she would indeed become on of the greatest writers of all time and it was her ambition to become a writer. She did when her diary got published in the old traditional way when at that time there were no computers and not the Internet. Take a look at President Barrack Obama. Did he beat his opponent John Mc Cain by use of the old traditional ways of the past or did he resort to the Internet? I rest my case. Let me put it this way am I a man or a mouse? A mouse I am not. I have a mouse with which my right hand hits when it is both good and bad I do not spare the rod. It is with my sincerest wishes that I write with facts then write stories of fictional themes with nothing to back up my assumptions. When I make a move to form a story on the news or comment on a news story I must be precise and use the most careful thought processes as I do when I make a move in chess otherwise I stand a chance on being cut to ribbons if I do not use the highest skill level I can muster. Yes there is a world of difference in chess and in the world of journalism chess is just a game journalism is played for keeps. I am at awe by those professional journalist I pretend not to be like them but ordinary people should decide who is the best one to write a story. Ann Frank did a great job and will remain so ever more a heroine in my blog. If I fail in this writing of this blog at least I will have done as I believe. Yes these are some of the famous lyrics Whitney Houston sang in one of her very famous songs words I have memorized.