Where’s the Go board?

We had to move to a new host, so updates and upgrades (and new security SSL) borked the Go plugin showing the go board and games. Not quite sure what nuked the plugin, but we’re working on it. As soon as we know what, we’ll move on to the how and then, the when. Unless we get very lucky, it won’t be tomorrow — but maybe the day after … ?

Sorry about the bother…

And we’re back! A very big thank you to François Mizessyn, developer of the maxiGos plugin, who fixed the problem!

An amazing go game

Today’s game is a go game that I found on the WorldBaduk Server the Friday before last. When I read my first book on go, “Fundamentals of go” by Kageyama Toshiro, I managed to follow most of what he wrote, but then there was this concept “thickness”, that he describes in rather lyrical words. I came to understand it in theory, but to go from there to actually using it in my own games has been quite difficult. In this game Park Junghwan makes wonderful use of thickness:

Dang Yifei (B) – Park Junghwan (W)

So, I guess I’m officially back to writing more. For some time there was very little info on go in english, apart from at gogameguru and Dwyrin’s stream on youtube. However, in the last few years, things have changed and now there are quite a few new places where one can learn a few things about go. I specially recommend Haylee and the American Go Association on youtube. Also, LongstrideBaduk, Littlelamb Go and Lightvolty are very good. All these are far, far stronger than I am.

I write mostly because it is a good thing, while learning a complex game, to put words on ones thoughts. It maintains focus and makes it possible to go back and check how you have developed. I have told many a young chess player to write about that which they want to learn. So, I’m merely following my own advice.

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A bit of nonsense and one game

I arrived in Guernsey in late October, to participate in the Guernsey Chess Festival; possibly my favourite tournament in the World. En route, I spent three days in Godalming with my friend Alfredo, Simon Williams, Clive Simmonds and Simon Ansell, shooting a video about the Modern Defence. Alfredo and I stayed at the “King’s Arms”, which is – we were informed – one the more haunted places in Surrey, if not in all of England. I stayed in the loft and slept like a log while Alfredo got room no… (forgotten), which was supposedly the most haunted room of them all. He slept as soundly as I did. No ghosts in sight. Horror was absent.

Echoing what I wrote last year at almost exactly the same time: I had a tough year behind me, with few games that I was proud of. The spring was uninspiring and the summer even worse. A few decent games did little to make up for numerous not-so-decent games. I usually focus on playing well, but things had gone too far and “playing well” was for once becoming suspiciously close to an excuse for not playing well enough. I arrived with a full set of support. Among other things: J. sent me inspiring gif:s every morning, A. convinced me I am better than I felt I was (that such a thing should be possible…) and so, I was dead set on winning. Still, winning when you don’t play well is hard and perhaps not a very productive aim. Under normal circumstances I even find “winning” to be a rather silly goal. This was to be an exception, just to get me back in a more focused mind-set.

The evening before the first round, I couldn’t find anywhere to eat and rediscovered the “L’Islet Chip Inn”, a fish’n chip, hole-in-the-wall kind of establishment, where I used to go and eat years ago. I had completely forgotten about the place and was convinced that it had closed. With the food in a plastic container I stumbled through the darkness while eating the fish with my fingers. It was delicious and had I found a place to sit down, it would have qulified as “perfect”.

I started out with 2/2, but in the third round, against John E. Curtis, I lost all sense of objectivity and found myself in a lost position by move 15. It was a small miracle that I managed to win the game in the end. Later in the evening I went to L’Islet again and took my food to a small stone slate bench by the Cobo Bay. When I picked up the first piece of fish I noticed a movement in the (near complete) darkness to my right. A cat; a white-ish cat. Perhaps it had been drawn by the smell of the fish. I took another bite. I saw the cat come closer in the corner of my eye. I turned my head. There was no cat. Well, stranger things have happened; my eyesight is not what it was and the mind can play tricks on you. A few moments later I was it again, to my right, a few feet away and I turned my head. No cat. Nothing.

How ironic. I stay in the most-haunted-hotel for three nights without sensing even the slightest occult occurrence, but when I eat my fish’n chip a few days later I run into a ghost cat. At this moment, my crazy laughter scared the hell out of some boy scouts who were out in the darkness watching for the orionid meteor shower. They scattered in the darkness. I restrained myself. Now, let me make something clear: I do not believe in ghosts. I accept that there are people who do, but I loathe the commercialization around it. Paranormal reality shows are about the worst thing I know. (I have to swallow a number of times in order to find a non-insulting adjective to describe my feeling towards them and in the end I can’t find one. “False” hardly qualifies as non-insulting.) But, as I sat there in the darkness, thinking about it, it made a whole lot of sense that of all the ghosts that I could possibly have seen, I had seen a cat ghost. Due to my name, I’ve always had something of an obsession with felids; real as well as fictional. A cat once fell on my head (from the fourth floor) when I entered a store in Malmö. I don’t usually miss a chance to make a cat part of my personal narrative. Nor would I miss the chance this time. So, I decided to embrace this ghost. Perhaps, even, it would help me win the tournament?!

Once more stumbling my way towards the hotel in the darkness, I wondered what someone who really believed in ghosts would have done in my situation? It seemed a bit too narcissistic to just blatantly hijack its non-existence into a story of my own device, without giving it the benefit of the doubt; from a non-believer’s perspective. Back at the hotel I googled “pet”, “cemetery”, “Guernsey” and “ghost cat”, to see if I would catch something interesting. In this way I found out that there are at least two famous ghost dogs in Guernsey and that it is generally thought to be a bad omen to spot one of them. Also, I found some articles about “Blarney the cemetery cat”, that had been living at a place called St Sampson’s graveyard, and eventually was buried there. So, where could that be? I present to you exhibit 1:

I sat on a bench facing the Cobo bay where the “pin” is placed. The cat approached me from almost precisely the direction of Saint Sampson. It must have been a real ghost, or rather could have, or – to be more precise – not. Still, it doesn’t bother me that my cat is not real. It was, according to my narrative, a great help when, the next day, I won the critical game of the tournament:

It is the second time I have been outplayed by Jean-Pierre and managed to turn the game around. I fear that not even a ghost cat will be able to help me, if I get into this kind of a pickle a third time.

After this game I managed to pull myself together and play some almost decent chess. A draw with Black against Korneev in round 5 was comes to my mind. In the last round I was even able to draw and still become clear first.

There are those who fear that the world will become a dull and unimaginative place if we stop believing in things like ghosts and whatsnot, but I cannot agree. The stories that we tell can be as powerful as the truth (whatever that is…), but imagination and truth-seeking are not the same and should not be put on equal terms. I lose people if they go from “I believe” to “I believe and it is my right to express and treat my beliefs as universal truths”. The latter truly horrifies me and the consequences of this kind of attitude is the only true horror story that I know of.

Saint Petersburg match against Alexander Morozevich, part 2.

…and the match continued. My hopes were slightly higher when it came to the go games, so it didn’t bode well for me to lose the first one like that. Now I had to win the second chess game in order to stay in the match:

Mmmm, however beautiful that was, it didn’t feel too great to be crushed like that and I didn’t look forward to losing the match 0-4. I had to get my stuff together and play my best:

It was a relief to win the last game. In the evening I celebrated with another five games of go.

After my return back to Sweden, Alexander Morozevich continued to play in the open group of the tournament and managed to score an impressive8/9. (The system for go tournaments is completely different from chess tournaments and you mainly play those at or around your own strength) Even more impressive, he managed to beat a 2dan opponent in the last round. In a later mail I got from Alexandre Dinerchtein, who wrote that Morozevich will likely be promoted to 1dan. So, although I still haven’t played a single turnament game in go, I feel it is reasonable to say that I’m close to 1 dan and lately, for the first time in a year, I have experienced an increase in my rating on the servers. Considering what I did in Cellavision Cup last weekend (which I will write about next), it is nice that some things go well.