Thursday, August 04, 2005
I’ve been really into chess lately. A few months ago I taught Natalie the basics and we started playing games again. That was the beginning of my returning interest in the game.
When I was younger I used to play chess on monday nights with a group of guys at a chinese restuarant in Lewisburg. Like most of my hobbies I got to a certain level of skill and never really could excell at it past that. I just never could get to the next level, I was definetly the bottom rung player. After a year I stopped going.
I played chess casually throughout the years if there was a board around, but it wasn’t until recently that I started fending for games.
Playing Natalie was fun, so I started playing other folks at Philz Coffee Shop. I was doing pretty well, matter of fact I don’t think I lost a game there yet (but I probably will soon).
Last week Nat and I went downtown and played some of the cats on Market St. You know, the guys that hang out all day and play. It was pretty intimidating, but I won my match.
Then while in Florida I played John Narum’s dad a long game. He studies chess moves, and considers himself an avid chess book collector. It was a great game, very intense. I have always been a defensive player, and could see that he was too. While playing Natalie I was trying to get into the habbit of playing more aggresively, this made the game more interesting and sort of evened out the game since playing defensively is considered easier. I could tell Mr. Narum was a very defensive player so I stepped up and played agressor. It was crazy fun, I made some bold moves and ended winning the game. It was sort of an eye opener, I could be aggressive when I needed to, but I wasn’t crazy and didn’t make any mistakes. Sort of a perfect game.
Today I went back to market and played Ky. As I stepped up to the table he explained he played for money. He suggested $2. I only had one dollar, he accepted. He was a fast and agro player, I had a strong center (I rock the Karo Kahn strategy). The game was about 20 minutes long, and in the end to both of our surprise I won. I actually expected to los a dollar, and for a good game I considered it worth it. He asked for another game, I accepted and told him I had two dollars now, but he jus wanted to stick to a dollar again. We both played an out there game, I had previously explained my style to him and he started early preventing me from being able to do it. Lots of twists and turns ensued, and again I won. We both were pretty surprised. I don’t know what’s clicked, but I’m playing far more consistent games now. Less stupid errors, and some signs of strategy. It’s very exciting I hope to keep playing often. The guy today treated me like I was a hussler, it was great. I hope everyone gets a chance to learn the game, it’s just one of those skills I’ve always been glad to have. Nothing beats a good game of chess, no matter if you win or lose and no matter the two players skill.
I should mention the rest of my day was spent taking my buddy Jun shopping. Jun is a very well known Japanese yo-yoer (3A) and he came to SF just to shop. So I took him to Niketown, and Levistown, and whatever other brand name stores I could. Meanwhile I’m rocking my new Blackspot Sneakers (anti corporate/anti logo) while using a seam ripper to remove the Addidas logo from my sports jacket. It was sort of hell for me, but awesome to hang out with my friend Jun. He gave me some very nice compliments, and mentioned that I might be his most influential player. His single a stuff rocks, I hope we get breakfas in the morn. I wonder if he plays chess.
what’s on your mind [pure energy]
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
I’ve been pretty frustrated lately, and a lot of people I know don’t know why, so I’m posting an email to a friend that sort of describes what’s on my mind.:
It was hard seeing me ex, we got together on saturday morning and had and exceptionally good time, I told her I would really like to see her again before I left and she said we “might” be able to get together that night or something. So I called.. and called. Then I called the next day, maybe four times. I’m not trying to be a creepy over caller, but I just wanted to find out if we had plans or if I should hang with my friends, and also let her know what number to reach me at (cause my cell didn’t work). Now it is possible she had her phone off, or was busy, BUT she knew I was in town for a very limited time and I guess I was just extremely hurt by the fact that I thought she was anxious to see me again.
I was even possibly looking into moving back and shit. Shit.
In the past I would just bottle the hurt/anger up, which I did on the plane ride, but then I sent her an email about how I felt and asking if she had a good reason to not call. The email was actually a reply to an email she sent me that said it was nice seeing each other and she was sorry she didn’t call. So… I guess she already apologized before I sent her the email, but that didn’t stop the hurt I felt. I mean, and I know this is stupid, but I listened to every intercom message at the airport in case she tried calling me there. I’m in a bad bad way.
Circuit Bent Answering Machine
Here is one of my weirder bends..
I went through three answering machines to get a bend to work, but its fun. Next I’m going to have to figure out how to add an audio in, so I can skip the microphone.
Volunteering at 826 Valencia
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
I think I’ve posted about this before but I sometimes volunteer at 826 Valencia, also known as “the pirate supply store” or “that McSweeney’s thing”. It’s a non-profit that focuses on teaching creative writing. They have all sort of different workshops, I help out with one that they call The Field Trip.
Basically, a group of 20-30 kids (around the age of 10-15) will come to 826 and write their own story. There is a person who sort of focuses the kids and helps them put the story together, as well as someone on the computer who is typing the story on an overhead projector. My job is to illustrate the story, the ideas are always very fun to put together and it’s really fun to have the pressure of time and being watched while working on the story.
Today’s class was the first spanish only speaking class that they had ever had for a field tripo. A few of the kids spoke a little english, but mostly we had to rely on a volunteer translator. That made today’s project a little more fun… “I heard someone say gato, that’s a cat right? Here I’ll draw a cat. You like cats right?”
Here is what the story mainly consisted of, Mr. Blue (Sr. Azul) lives in a black castle out in the water with his small dog. There is a bridge from el castillo negro to the dark forest where the ugly witch (named Nosey) lives.
She wants Azul’s castle, and turns the woodland creatures into gaint creatures. Azul magically turns his dog into a gaint dragon and they battle. “De repente…”
At this point the kids are given copies of their books with my drawings and a page left blank. They finish the story and hand them up to the mysterious and mean editor Mrs. Blue that lives upstairs to read. She says a little bit about each and all the kids get their books back, all within two hours.
I did two illustrations, the first is of Nosey creeping up on the black castle, and the next is of the dragon dog facing off against one of Nosey’s gaint flying squirels. When we finished the drawings the kids starting yelling “vive Doc!”. That was, of course, fun for me.
It was a great start to the day, hope the week gets even better. I sold 75 yo-yos to a friend at a decent price, I got a gig, and have been contacted by Etc. Magazine for an upcoming article.
The weekend was great, but ended on a terribly low note, at least I have some music projects to work on. MC Frontalot sent me the rough vocals that he cut over one of my beats. I’m fine tuning it and gonna bounce some stuff back to him throughout the week, the album is slated for an end of august release. That’s also when I last heard the Scream Club vinyl will come out.
If anyone in the city is reading this and would like to get together let me know. I’d love to hang out with some of my friends.