Archive for ‘Artistry’

July 23, 2012

My Love Affair with Wei’Qi

I like to think that, shortly after learning of the game of Go, I experienced a meteoric rise in skill. The truth is that I progressed at about an average pace. I played a lot of games. So many games did I play, in fact, that my dreams were dreams of Go. I played professionals. I played Amateurs. I played as many people as I could find.

And yet… people would ask me, “What do you do for fun”? I would reply that I played Go, and inevitably, they would say, “What?”

Go, or Wei’Qi, is a wonderful game. In my view, better than chess. But it’s time has passed, and in its place has risen the realm of first-person shooters, and Super Mario, Galaxy. I do not mean to imply that such things are bad or not worth time. Nothing of the sort. But, for those of us who enjoy sitting down at the local pub and feeling a game piece in your hand, nothing beats the game of Go.

It is a dying art, to sit and ponder a position as abstract as the stones on a Goban. Sometimes, it is painful. You want to win so badly that you lose all focus, and then you start making mistakes. And that lies the beauty of the game. You see, Go, or Wei’Qi, is fun precisely because it is about control. It is about attack, and power, and influence, and getting inside another person’s head. Unfortunately, in the game, as in real life, such things require patience, and time. In America, the people with patience have no time, and the people with time have no patience.

Will Wei’Qi ever be popular in the West? It certainly is flagging in popularity in the East. Perhaps that is the ultimate thought. Go is an old man’s game. Even so, for all that the game belongs to the province of old men, it sure gives the feeling of infinite power.

If you’re an old man, and you want to experience infinite power, playing go might not be a bad idea. Clickeh yeh hereh, Sireth: Wei’Qi.


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July 23, 2012

What is Denuded Exuberance?

What is Denuded Exuberance? I first did want to choose the title of my blog as such: “Irrational Exuberance”. Alas, the term was taken.  So then I thought instead, “What could mean a thing that’s similar to what I wish to say?” It hit me rather hard that I am quite a shrouded man(at least that’s what they say), and though I know myself to be a happy person, thoughts inside do not display in facial way.

Indeed, they say I am a man of mystery. A crazy, wild-eyed, Samson type. The lyrics to my favorite songs are spoken softly, and in Latin. They say I am a man of focus, having always had my eye upon the ball. So swift do I so catch what flies so past, the most important thing of all. The thing, you see, is such that stranger voices call from deep inside the flowered wall. And thus can I, with humble eyes, do ‘naught but heed their call.

This thing that is denuded, and that is exuberance, might send the mountains on a hike or ship the rivers out to see. This thing that is denuded, and that is exuberance, might make the mortal laugh, against all decency. For sure, it is the thing, so joyous, fleetingly aroused, that thing joyful, forcefully espoused. So that the words and thoughts that flow, and outwardly abound, that all of them might mesh into the soaking grounds.

All of this and more to speak, and speak without a sound.

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