The Amateur Eye -News Coverage Waste

August 14, 2018

I notice the great effort put forth by a few justice department personnel who have found that the game of chess mirrors life itself in lessons to be learned.  Last night I watched hours on the Tube being the eyes and ears on the crowds and news reporting junk that prompted my next article.  Is there any wonder why the youth have little or no moral or ethic work beliefs to cherish??? You won’t find them wasting their time. mine and yours on socialist crap which borders on communist propaganda and hatred for the American way.  We must nurture the blessings seen in our own historic social makeup that ever works for justice and tolerance and goodness seen in the American character.

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The Amateur Eye – US Chess & Values

August 14, 2018

Education/ Chess is an educational tool aiding in the learning of planning, cause and effect relationships, pattern recognition, & research–all key skills for success in STEM (Science, Technology, Engineering, Mathematics).

Customer Service/ Strive for excellence being responsive, adaptive and proactive.

Communication/ Chess Life Magazine Masthead, Tournament Info, Stories & Articles.

Outreach/ Extend the knowledge and appreciation of chess and love of the game in all manner of play.

Missionary Vision/ Empowering  people through chess one move at a time by enriching the lives of people and communities through advancing a healthy work ethic.

                                               Don’s Coffee & Tea Break

Putting kids back on the right track who commit any assortment of crimes is a noble goal and is championed not only by chess in the USA but by Canada.  It started with an idea by Lance Grigg with the thought that if a kid might learn discipline playing basketball, why not chess he played as a youngster.  The judge said give him some pointers for his study.  Lance Grigg is an associate professor of education in Canada.  A sport, an art, a game that is about thinking of consequences of moves before you make them, trying to identify a number of possible solutions, keeping in mind a healthy respect for rules.  Rules are helpful and create the possibility for all that creative thinking.

Thus, with one man’s idea in Alberta was launched the Chess for Life program–an alternative sentencing program for young people who become involved in the criminal justice system in Alberta.

“I stumbled onto besomeone.org, Grigg says of the chess program begun by Orrin ‘Checkmate’ Hudson, a former State Trooper from Georgia and founder of Be Someone Inc. a Stone Mountain Georgia based nonprofit that uses chess to teach analytical thinking to children. He also gained inspiration from news articles he found about GM Maurice Ashley’s program for kids in Brooklyn, NY. The program involves the Police Athletic League and the Brooklyn District Attorney’s Office.”

The experiment started with several youngsters sent by the judge to try the program which noted how to play, videos on chess puzzles and openings; the kids got excited playing blitz chess once into it.  The course lasts 25 hours of instruction and hands-on  play.  Each class lasts 90 minutes.  The hope is for wiser choices being made by all.

I remind my readers again to click on the blue heading of articles to get all my articles done/ current back to July 2007.

 

Don’s Coffee & Tea Break

August 12, 2018

Is something keeping you from a good night’s sleep?  If so, realize that there is no room for worry or doubt within your active mind.  Be willing to accept responsibility for your own baggage; don’t let it accumulate.  If your current thoughts seem cloudy, realize that sunshine and good weather always follow and that includes your personal dreams for happiness.

Earl and his neighbor are seated on the porch.  Earl is dominating the conversation and his neighbor is just taking it all in.  “It is nice to know there are people out there who care about you.  Take me for example. Folks always seem to want to know what’s going on in my life.  They see me coming and they immediately engage me and want to know how I’m doing.  Usually it mostly is the Walmart greeters and reason why I go there so often to shop.”

Garfield, the cat, is addressed by Jon who asks him if his elbows match when Jon holds  them up side to side. Garfield looks bewildered.  Jon knows cats can’t talk but meows in response.

On military maneuvers Beetle Bailey’s platoon and Sgt. Snorkel get separated.  His buddy suggests they are lost in the woods and rough terrain.  And as ornery as he is, his leadership is vital to our mission, addressing Beetle who responds that we can really get lost in this terrain and I can take a nap while he is burdened with locating us.  I will be making him really happy to show his true mettle in tough situations having lost part of his recruits in the bush.

Shoe examines his full length mirror image of himself as robes after his shower.  He laments that everything is sagging around his middle.  Thank goodness my eyesight is shot, too!  Seeing not is believing.

 

The Amateur Eye – Taxing Kids’ Chicks

August 11, 2018

The so-called Democrat Party bosses got exposed again when City Hall decided to increase the fee for The Chicken Club of young people from $37 tp $75 which exceeded the financial ability for members to cover it.  Thank you city bosses run by Democrats to find a way to screw young people again and again–tax. tax. tax! and literally put the club and maybe others eventually that are designed to give kids a voice in farming, etc.

A letter to Mayor Lovely Warren explained the club’s purpose for 1st graders getting the chicks and the middle school kids and high school kids fulfilling their care needs.  Well, thanks to a senior citizen, 91 year-old Ronald A. Lord, who donated $100 to pay- to- save the chicks and  keep the club operating for another year: God Bless you sir!!  That is the true American Spirit!  Shame on those who claim goodness but taxes get in the way every time.  Probably Donald Trump’ DRAIN THE SWAMP was right on the money!  Follow the money to find the corruption and mismanagement run by political bosses and parties.

The Amateur Eye- On Supervision

August 8, 2018

What makes a good supervisor in organizational structure is important to any size enterprise.  Everything from the flow of information will require talent, time, and funds to develop a human resource educational structure aimed at furthering employee skills within the confines of governmental policies deemed by some to overburden both management and workforce but realizing the great emphasis on rights of both is never entirely remedied but an on-going process.

For the departmental supervisor the question is how to fit a job staffing role? It is made complicated in the simplest explanation, I think, by viewing the role within a department to fulfill the departmental and overall business goals.  It is critical for supervisors to have the mindset to match jobs in a department with available staff when possible or go outside when necessary.  The end result should be a more harmonious staff overall sharing the positives of success.  This also is a benefit in that good workers create growth for themselves as well as a supervising role of finding and assisting the promotion of worthy talent.  Good potential can be handicapped by supervisors who fear skills within the staff consorting to bad employee reviews, low salary increase adjustments and personal distress that can lead to overall decline of the whole staff who likely share such a negative atmosphere.

What of higher-ups.  A supervisor in charge of temps may well recommend employment and possible recommendations based upon varying values of work, attitude  and particular skills.  The temp agency notes all this and is influenced only by the personnel department head who could care less.  It is a practice to use cheap labor with no intention of helping youth development for the labor force.  It indirectly casts a black eye which my The Amateur Eye should relate! in its title role.

Organizations are usually made up of Top/Middle/Supervisory/Rank & File staff.  One can say that the supers are colleagues and a supervisor key role is management.  That role is the knowing fully the job and duties which determines the effectiveness on performance. It embodies the layout of an office, personnel required, but most important, is what I would call “personal management style.”  That can make or break true leadership.

 

The Amateur Eye -QGA

August 7, 2018

One of the greats who I followed as a youth and whose games I had formulated my square count theory was Jose R. Capablanca.  Even today his energetic positional beauty shines through seen in a recent chess competition.

l. d4 Nf6 2. Nf3 e6 3. c4 d5 4. Nc3 d:c4

How can one dispute an opening having the history of the Queen’s Gambit Accepted.  Good or bad I would rate this choice as a test of its soundness.

5. e3  a6 6. a4 c5!

Here we see the Capablanca touch where he often stressed this pawn sortie for both space and challenge to the center d4 pawn.

7. Bc4:  Nc6  8. O-O  c:d4  9. e:d4  Be7 10. Re1 O-O 11. Bg5  Bd7 12. Qe2 h6!

This put the question to the Bishop’s future.  To capture or not, that is the question.  With clock ticking such is the stress on the nervous system of chess players.

13. B:f6?!

Alternative Bishop moves to h4, e3, d2 appears to prove too unclear which often befuddles the mind to focus on the wide road of exchange that effect the squares directly.

13. … B:f6  14. Rad1 Re8 15. Ne5!  Ah, square count decision!

15. … Qc7 16. Qh5?  As so often happens a square too far.  Much better was either 16. Qg4 or a Knight sortie with 16. Ne4 where in the mood of square count, Black is facing some pressure.

16. … N:e5?!

Again here, the noggin has to be put to better use. Wiser was 16…B:e5, effectively giving Black a free choice and the thought that the c6 Knight is very well posted .

17.  d:e5  Be7 18. Bd3

We might envision 18. Rd3! as a Kasparov type solution when he used that Rook lift to advantage.  Still, the positional delicacy persists.  Who stands better or equal?

18. … Red8  19. Qf3 Qb6 20. Qe4 g6 21. Qe2 Kg7

Securing the safety of the King.  Now, he improves the art of attack with….

22. g3 Rac8 23. h4 h5 24. Be4 Qb4 25. Kg2 Be8 26. Bf3 Bc5 27. Ne4 R:d1 28. R:d1 R:d1 29. Rc1 Bb5 30. Qd1 b6!

With a solid position, King safe, and a Pawn up, we close leaving the play now in your hands.  You got the edge, so prove it decisive.

Don’s Factor / A Voice in the Wind

August 4, 2018

My parents taught me that words convey a picture of a moment in time.  This is what I find so amazing about the Left in America–perhaps in the World.  For in this political realm of the Trump presidency, he has found a clever way to reach out to his base and the public, free of the media bias that over the years saw its dominance in the public arena ever swaying opinion toward their liberal philosophy.  It did more.  It exposed the bias and the inner hatred of political thought coming from the long past where the evils of Socialism and Communistic subjugation of people found really no one nation other than the United States willing or able to expose the alienation of a people’s right to self-governance.  Freedom is snuffed out by dictatorial violence.  It is controlled by spying on neighbors, family and communal dictatorial thought to fit neatly in the pocket of social conformity.  The one thing to keep America on a righteous path is our Constitution, Bill of Rights, the Biblical historic trials and tribulations affected by human ‘sin’ called religious beliefs,  The Ten Commandments and national character of its settlers.  The very nature of American values took hold with strides to better the character of its citizens and to correct and remedy through years working toward independent freedom for all.  We are told rightly that freedom is not free but must be preserved by the historical backdrop of the American character.   Lose that and you will lose freedom’s meaning.  May God always bless our Nation and keep it wise and secure.

The Amateur Eye – Some News on Hemp

August 1, 2018

Earlier discussed in an earlier article in July.  I said at the time I was going to review what news I had about the hype news given these stories about the so-called miracle of miracles– Hemp Oil or so called variations emphasizing Hemp products.  One pro I pay attention to is Dr. Michael Savage.  He has been banned by just about everybody but his radio show over WHAM seen just about nightly from 9:00pm weeknights and on UTube I believe.  If you tune in, you can expect a brisk evening from Dr. Savage’s fully entertaining wisdom.  I consider him a master craftsman of his dedicated profession rarely seen anymore.

The government now tells us that Hemp is AOK.  Really?  My own personal research of cigarettes labeled the culprit of throat cancer killed the tobacco industry of farmers but continues only because it was AOK once it was heavily taxed.  States just love high taxes. In going back to those days of the health industries, there still remains a question as to exactly what caused cancer from smoking– was it the paper used, the sprays used on tobacco itself, inhaling the smoke? Maybe this or that or a combination coming from its attraction of being socially acceptable.  We really don’t know and the government winks and allows cigarettes still smiling from all the tax money it pulls in.  To hell with smokers!  Right!

Now we see the blessing from Colorado by a bunch of amateur experimenting idiots in this ever expanding Hemp research farce.  Hailed so great that the US government has a patent on it has replaced the movie industry’s promoting the art of cigarette smoking.  I have to laugh at the classical movies from the 30s and 40s.  Well, lots of doctors and hospitals got rich and finally governments got rich from tax revenues.  Seems like no one talks much about cigarettes anymore–still sold widely across the country.  In time, the art of smoking proved that smoke was a hazard to health.  What sane person would put poison in their lungs?  It happened on my watch.  No, I never smoked cigarettes by choice.  And I wonder just how many actors and actresses fell to it’s lure?  Cigars, Pipes anyone??  George Burns died in his 90s and smoked cigars right up to his death.  His wife died possibly from smelling smoke all those years in life with him.  And to be fair, those who smoked and never died from throat cancer seemed to believe that they benefitted from the effects it had on nerves.  Was this truth or just a cute way of justifying their habit?  All this is what I had in my sketch files on the subject of smoking–my own and reading sources from magazines and talks with doctors through the years.

You see the thoughts I hold dear of saying : PROVE IT HARMLESS.  Like a life span of smoking  pro and con material,  this joy ride with Hemp is new.  I suspect it is likely to be habit forming.  I do not question research done to give it that “Miracle Tag” and support of US government filing for a patent that sort of gives the impression that the whole deal is an AOK so far as a health risk.  If the benefits can be proven that outweigh any concern about habitual use leading to mental or physical handicaps or altering our ability to fully recognize truth over fallacies in thought is in a field of research not yet fully explored.  I always lived using the belief that “proof is in the pudding” as my mom used to say.  Maybe the truth is that simple.

Don’s Coffee & Tea Break

July 31, 2018

There is a movie being made within the Eastman Kodak property reported in the D&C newspaper.  Fast moving and spinning cars brought lots of noise to the neighborhood and cemetery.  Nothing really exciting in the report but got this from a friend who works for Kodak.  Apparently it brought to me memories of the movie BAMBI.  One might say what news is worthy of mention?  Well, as told to me, a Doe and it’s Fawn strayed into an enclosed area when the gate had been opened for a vehicle.  They darted into the enclosed area, got locked in.  An employee fed them since it was a weekend, giving the Doe and Fawn water and food.  I assume these two were released following the weekend and probably found their way back to the cemetery which apparently has become home to a number of wildlife including this Doe and it’s baby Fawn.  In all probability the noise from the movie folks scared these two nature beasts.  I hope as an animal enthusiast, they live.  Just wanted to say that it surely was an adventure for both.  God and human kindness prevailed in this case.  Events can bring hope and love in many situations in our walk through life and give it additional meaning.

An interesting new book is FUNDAMENTAL CHESS – LOGICAL DECISION MAKING by the Indian Grandmaster known by the handle, R. B. Ramesh.  If you are like me, I have ups and downs with figuring what to do in certain positions arising in tournament play–not just one game but the whole series that spells ‘tournament results’.  It all boils down to hair pulling calculations, remembering pattern ideas, all associated with my square count theory in each position met with the ever present thought process like a toy train engine whose wheels hum endlessly and only you control it’s final destination.  It really boils down to as the book title refers: decisions-decisions-decisions.

India is a fast rising powerhouse in chess thinking with much coming from the many beautiful games played by Anand as proof of the popularity for the game in India and creative ideas from imaginative and creative advocates which will surely advance the game’s future.

Certainly there have been many great books: The Game of Chess by Dr. S. Tarrasch, My System by Dr. A.Nimsowitsch, both historically the most famous contributions to chess literature.  But the approach of author Ramesh examines known aspects of making decisions and breaking them down in as do many treatises before it.  He gives it a fresh new look in such processing of idea examples with sharp and clear focus on each lesson exhibited.  He has advanced the graphic use of modern technology in the advancement of chess theory from old to present to new literary achievement.

I see this book as a reinforcement of ideas seen from the many pages and books that adorn my personal chess library with perhaps a visionary Indian flavor.  If you are mainly interested in knowledge depth, of bettering your rating opportunities coming from tournament play, then by all means consider making a purchase.  It does what the author intended as an aid to making decisions-decisions-decisions!

 

 

 

The Amateur Eye – Lessons learned

July 30, 2018

At the foot of my mom and father memory chats, etc.  I was born in 1938 and by age three America had gotten involved in a great world conflict against the Axis powers of Germany, Italy and Japan.  The allies had to face not only a gruesome foe on the field of battle across the world both on land and sea and air but especially here in the USA– a very powerful undercurrent of German sympathizers having both secretive spying going on as well as acceptance because of our granted Constitutional Rights for public pockets of American haters who cherished their homeland roots especially coming from German influence.  So being watchful was really the only thing Americans could rightly do.

Mom was well educated. Father was a WWI vet and with a very artistic photoengraving career and music background.  They taught me to read very young and my brothers and sister all shared in this learning environment.  In those memorable times, we met many families and shared longtime friendships. Sunday group picnics was common to avoid hunger among the community. Sharing was utmost in all minds.

Since starting my blog I wrote of my age 3-6 period describing a bit of one’s childish memories that absorbed my every being. I was thought to be very smart and mature for one so young.  I was a leader among my chums.  I had always felt that during the summer school break the school had hired a youth summer teacher.  She espoused a strong favoritism with me and when I think about it even today, I recall having suspicions of her patriotism.  She was constantly talking up the reading of the war maps in the newspaper and how we felt about the conflict.  Per father and mom I was told never to discuss anything about the nature of what our family thoughts were and this was rather commonly brought up at our playground sessions.  Still, I liked the lady and simply avoided discussions about family.  We played war games, actually raiding the trains as I commented previously amid the dangers of actually kids climbing on the moving troop and ammo trains going through Ithaca.  Lets face it.  It was great fun and God only knows how we managed to avoid getting into real trouble if caught.  As I said, it was great fun and I think we wanted to experience the dangers that our older kin were engaged across the world.  My  brother Ray was training troops in Florida and later Fort Benning, Georgia which made me very proud of his service and patriotism.  Maybe this had much to do with my own participation in these endeavors.

Oh, I was occasionally spanked by father who stuck a comic book in my butt before bringing on the punishment which mom insisted was father’s duty. Tears would come to both their eyes and even my brothers and sister tried to console me after the punishment was rendered.  Father used to wink at me for our little secret.

It was happy times for children in general, I think. But mom was always worried because of my generalship of kids in war.  She hated war and did not like Ray in the military per se.  She was so scared that she took me to a carnival that came to Ithaca and had my palm and life read by a gypsy who told mom that I was going to lead great armies someday which brought us home rather quickly.  I was drafted but never became a general so I guess maybe the only thought this gypsy saw in her globe ball was that I was destined to lead armies across the 64 squares.

Of course I have related the great tales and adventures with my pal Roberta.  She was a true blue friend and we had lots of adventures together a little like Mark Twain might write about.  These are contained within my huge web file.

My life suddenly changed–like father taking a job in a new city; it really left me quite despondent because Ithaca, East Hill, was the only real connection to my life up to then.  I was really not happy living in Rochester.  The environment was totally foreign to me.  I think it was the nature of youth controlling neighborhood blocks by kids and teenage gangs.  Well, at ages 6-8 (latter part of 6) I only remember two very dangerous incidents. One was my pal Joey was always being beat on my this ruffian down the block. He could run very fast and mostly avoided the much heavier foe. But I said to him: “Why do you fear him so?” Of course I was not familiar at all with black eyes or bloody noses.  I told him to stand his ground and when this kid came up to us and began to badger Joey, I told him to get lost. Joey took off for home and he went for me.  I beat him up because my grandfather on visits to Ithaca taught me to box.  I left him on the ground and started to turn away to go home also.  He picked up a brick and was about to throw it at me when a lady working in her garden let out a scream. I turned and got a glancing blow off my shoulder and I took after him all the way to his back porch where he screamed for his mother’s aid.  Well, to make short work of this, I told her what her son had done and she chased me away and said she was calling my parents after I gave her my name and address.  Mom came right away and said she never remembers Donnie ever fighting with anyone.  A neighbor woman came over having seen mom coming and spoke on my behalf.  His mother got the truth then from him and she said in modern terms: “You’re grounded young man permanently and you will see further punishment when your father gets home.”  Was it save face in light of the lies he told?  Maybe.  But he never bothered little Joey anymore.

My mom and I found a kitten terribly burned around the face.  She caught this Italian kid with a small fire over which he was trying roast this kitten.  He had tied it up over the fire by the tail and meant to kill it of course.  I never saw mom so angry and she grabbed him by the nap of his neck and we dowsed the flame by kicking away the small twigs.   The kid started to cry when she severely scolded and shook the life nearly out of him. But then something strange happened. She took him in her arms and talked to him.  I don’t know what she said.  But whatever it was seemed to change the spirit from one of anger to one of heavy tearing as he calmed down.  He just looked at her and lay on the ground kicking amid many tears and whimpers.  He accompanied us into the kitchen and helped her give care to the kitten.  Then he left.

But that was not my second story.  One day my teenage brother George who liked girls (he was so handsome and she attracted them like flies with her flirtations) was lying on the ground being beat on by one gang member of teenage ruffians who had knocked Georgie down and I saw red.  I ran on the porch, grabbed my baseball bat and ran into the circle threatening to hit him with it.  They went to grab me and the leader, who just happened to be the kid mom got after jumped in and told them to leave me alone.  “I like that kid. He was willing to die for his brother.  Anybody who ever touches him now or ever will answer to me.” I still think of the threat that came with those words after all these years. As it turned out, his girl was just trying to make her boyfriend jealous and tempted Georgie with her pretty face and charm.

Well, the story doesn’t exactly end there either.  Years later I learned that this bad boy became a police officer, detective and good citizen.  I don’t know what mom might have done to bring about this end of this tale but I always felt that she did much in that little space of talking time, altered this kid’s whole demeanor and life.  Maybe the Lord had something to do with it, too.  His later conduct surely advanced such change.  I learned one thing if nothing more from all this: Words have meaning and strength to alter and enrich our lives when given careful thought in love and to smother out hatred from our vocabulary.

My sister was not free of harassment either.  A young mafia pretend boss was always after her while she walked to school.  She ignored his advances.  He was so angry that he put a barrel of leaves he set on fire and placed on our porch which was a double house. Luckily our neighbor quickly threw it outdoors and no damage resulted.  I told Nino who was the kid who mom in Christian love saved I believe said he was going to talk to the fellow and that she needed not be frightened anymore.

What are the things that really matter in life?  I know the Bible does.  I know the truth of the Ten Commandments.  I know the history and record of our Father’s Son on earth and both He  and army of Disciples who give us guidance until Jesus comes again as promised in the Holy Book.  But mostly I see it in the character of people like my parents who in just sometimes the simplest of lives, lend credence to the evolution of thought, character, and individualism.  The beauty of American culture is a heritage of the great thing called freedom.  Yes!! Let us keep it ringing in our great Land forever.

The alternative, the very enemy of what I hold true–atheism lives and must be ever held in jail being kin to communism and the fakeness of socialism as viewed by many politicians today as in the past, and likely to continue into the future.  It necessitates our constant check like in chess whenever it raises it’s ugly head.  It lives and breathes as a Satanic religion.  It is a deadly poison for our very being human.

God Bless and safeguard our President Trump and all who seek the freedoms granted in our Constitution and Bill of Rights.  Perhaps I should add it for those who practice and follow the richness and truisms of the Ten Commandments.  God Bless Us Everyone.  Thank you Tiny Tim.