Summer Time And The Chess Game Is Sleazy

The daily entries in this blog has stopped. Eighteen days have elapsed since my previous entry and the chess games have been limited. The more I play online the worst my win/lost ratio becomes and the boost for higher rating is just not happening. So much can be said for this blog. But I do like Magnus Carlsen's approach to chess but it must be his raw talent to keep him in the top elite if indeed what he says is correct that he is basically lazy and plays chess only when he wants to. My background was in tennis and I've a few awards to show for my efforts for chess all there was were ratings the numbers but they didn't add up to much for the time I put in I think...oh can I think? Can I? This drawing of mine should be in my other blog "It Never Takes A Genius" but such a picture included here depicts the laziness of this summer's chess game online. All mothers tell your children to do what Magnus Carlsen has done and just play chess on a lazy summer afternoon can't you hear the music to the beat of a lazy summer afternoon for I have played and composed the music and now I wonder why I ever called this blog Nerves Galore?

The Commander

We were brick layers we came to work make money and a living and have families to be giving but then we came to do further things of interest and show our stuff we might be called a band of men who knew what it was to be gruff we played our game in order to gain some fame but we knew when to quit time to say we had enough when we came to show our stuff. We wanted to win and play the game to let others know you win you are smart but when you lose you go down like a dog say bow wow and make a little noise was it a bark?

This on line blog of the name Nerves Galore was launched by the band of men who came to play along with the work we took the break and made the break a game of play it was our way to make the day even if outside the clouds stormy and gray oh I forgot to tell you about The Commander a player who could play the game and talk the bull even cover your eyes with the wool. He pulled a knife he was a black man and mean no man had ever dared to use a knife I sat there rife staring at him with a knife on the table I tried to move but I was hardly able wishing I was in the comfort of my home watching TV on the cable you see he was preaching to me about the sins of high blood pressure my story did not live up to him it did not measure he asked me if I ever saw a man bedridden in a hospital confined due to an illness of the pressures due to the negligence of medical procedures when high blood pressures are not treated properly better to have a knife on the table thrust through my heart than to go on and ignore the high blood pressure. Ever since then I've gone on in life that black man with the knife well he save my life I saw his rage you would think it was enough to make me age no no I don't want to be in a hospital confined as though I was in a cage proceed with this journal you can turn the page.

Born Again A Surfer

Every time I view this picture done in oil on a drawing pad paper I automatically think that this surfer looks like former President Richard Nixon of The United States...honestly I do. The man drawn is suppose to be a self portrait of myself but in no way am I suppose to look like Richard Nixon it just turned out that way. I blunder drawing pictures as I also blunder playing chess and making mistakes more often than not costing me the game. Think of me as a Yankee Doodle doodler and not an artist but if you insist on calling me an artist I will concede some paintings and drawings I do use freehand style but when I read Gareth Prichard's arguments on the merits of tracing posted on my very own website I was convinced there can be virtue in tracing pictures no matter how vicious opponents are to tracing for tracing can put us into the mind and into the being of that particular great master of the arts that we would otherwise never come to know. More on tracing to follow.