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marty-moradian's picture
Mar.05.2014
I've been reading Brian Christian's the Most Human Human, and it is one of the most insightful books I have ever read. I highly recommend it. But this is only tangentially related, based on the section about Deep Blue vs Kasparov, and on Hofstadter back-pedalling after Kasparov's defeat. First off...
jam-hamidi's picture
Feb.18.2014
Old leather armchairsintellectually pursuetheir tense MMA. White's predatoryand technological pawnshover well above distant ornate squaresas the queen laughs in contemptof such a weak man. Glass shards on the floor,wine on the Persian carpet,splintered oak door. Time is running out.Its liquid...
heywood-gould's picture
Feb.18.2011
Igor Yopsvoyomatsky, editor-in-chief of Paranoiaisfact.com, answers readers' questions. Dear Igor, I'm scared. First a computer  named Deep Blue beats the world champion of chess. Then another one called Watson beats the biggest winners of Jeopardy.  Rajiv, the IT guy at the office, says this...
heywood-gould's picture
Mar.16.2010
I GET AN EDGE/Part Four/I LOSE MY EDGE The next night I am awarded the ultimate recognition-- a nickname. Jimmy, the mounted cop, who patrols the park, kicking winos off the benches, trots by. "Hey undertaker, how's business?" "Dead," I answer. He laughs and clip clops...
heywood-gould's picture
Mar.05.2010
I GET AN EDGEPART THREE"I BECOME A CHESS HUSTLER." My new partner in crime chain-smokes Gauloises and scratches his forehead until it bleeds. He's sparse with the bio, doesn't even introduce himself. But when I ask about his chess ranking is he can't help bragging. "I'm a Master,...
heywood-gould's picture
Feb.22.2010
I GET AN EDGE      PART TWO      MY "INVISIBLE ANGEL." It's 1961. I'm 18 and I've peaked. Playing on the freshman basketball team I try everything to increase my vertical leap. Deep knee bends, stairway sprints, hops and skips, leg presses--nothing works. I still can't get more than...
heywood-gould's picture
Feb.10.2010
I GET AN EDGE PART ONE It's 1961 and Brooklyn is a living, breathing Antiques Road Show. We're sitting on trillions and don't know it. Everything in my parents' house--from the fiesta ware, the Heywood Wakefield furniture, oriental figurines, candy dishes, Nelson clocks, Danish lamps, silver...
mylene-dressler's picture
Jan.17.2010
The Live Oaks Meeting House, where Friends gather each Sunday to sit in silence until the spirit moves them, wasn't entirely quiet, at first. The child in the pew in front of me whispered as she nuzzled against her grandmother's neck. The couple opposite me turned the pages of the books they had...
raymond-mallette's picture
Dec.22.2009
       Nope! I haven't vanished. I've just been very busy. I had to come in and share my thoughts.      Ever feel like you are battling a no-win scenario? I believe in Star Trek it was referred to as the Kobiyashi Maru (No I'm not sure of the spelling:).      Like Kirk in Star Trek, I do not...
rowena-cherry's picture
Jul.30.2009
My first book, Forced Mate, was and still is a humorous, snarky take on every historical romance inspired by the Graeco-Roman myth of Persephone abducted from the surface of the earth by Dis, dark god of the Underworld... except my dark god was a self-styled 'god' and a prince from a far away ...