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.

The New CEO Of Yahoo

The man on the radio is discussing this news topic of discussion he is having with the callers. I'm a listener too among the thousands if not millions of listeners. Now that I have established this common denominator what say you why don't we become friends after all we listen to the news from day to day we don't have to agree but then what are friends for? I only know what I know I don't make claims as to what you know and all this is why certain particular news talk shows are so popular and appealing because such radio shows get a cross section of the population who are listeners to call in and the news talk show hosts listens as well to the feedback from the audience. Anyone can call in with a response relevant to the news story. Go ahead call in I'm listening. Make my day. I love it especially when I can recognize your voice and exclaim hey hey I know you just you wait until I can find you in person as I have done to ask you what you meant when I heard you speak on the radio. What is this I came here to discuss the new CEO of Yahoo but haven't thus far? Read on it gets better. Tell me if I am not on course. If this isn't journalism then I don't know what is. I care what the common ordinary person has to say to think to discuss not what a designated highly paid professional journalist has to dictate to me and the rest of the population.

Journals is what I do and keep it is the love for the written word which keeps me writing be it e-mail letters or blogs. A long email letter is forbidden in my world as I have come to learn. Short and precise and to the point the wordy essay or e-mail never goes over well. Take the Gettysburg Address one of the most famous of all speeches was short and to the point. Those few words told the way time was at that time. There aren't too many Americans that get their faces carved into the side of a mountain.

A Stare Of Approval

It was Marty Nemko who suggested I write this blog some three years ago roughly.  He has been known as a career counselor when he had his program on a radio station and for the few minutes describing my background and interest I began writing blogs since writing journals has been my natural  ways for the past twenty or more years.  My coarse of writing about the news wasn't my main choice of subjects that I was focused on but I thought if I were to write about anything I could write something about the news after all a calling strikes at me at my heart of hearts when a radio station tells the listening audience they are interested in hearing from anyone within their audience their  voice and their comment on a particular subject for that time period which is on the minds of that presiding host on the media station.  I responded in like and returned the call to make my two cents worth to the news person hired by the radio station and I've called up different stations as an anonymous person.  But the people who knew me from my day to day activities could recognize my voice no one had to be a private eye or a trained expert in identifying me by my voice.  Various responses and reactions were met and I had critics questioning my intent as to why I would voice my opinion or thoughts about a news story after all was  it not a talk show host already  victimized when his voice of opinion was put down?  Spare me the detail.  As a occasional talk show caller this would be a far cry from being a talk show host made to be on the air on a regular basis.  I think being a police officer would put one in far more harms way than being an occasional talk show caller by   far.  Being a police officer was an entertaining thought.  But I did take the plunge and became an occasional talk show caller....no....wait it wasn't a plunge the appropriate word would be a dip not a plunge.  The stares at me from a few good acquaintances  were enough to keep me doing what I've been doing and those few stares were enough to sustain me to where I am now.  There was no question in my mind that those stares were stares of approval.  If I could articulate myself on the radio with any reasonable viewpoint then why or why could I not put it in writing as well?  After all this is what I enjoyed doing and I felt I was good enough at it to make it a hobby if anything.

It was a voice from heaven that I could clearly hear and the voice said go forward and express yourself in the best way I  could and that I need not worry so much and don't be ashamed of being Asian God forbid it has already been too long in the history books that Asians have lived...well I  need not be a destroyer of human kind.  Oh forgive me I get carried away sometimes as if I could feel important at times.