so despite the manical pace of posting interviews, I haven't actually written anything in a while.....
The interviews are of course absolutely easy-- I don't do anything except write the questions and email them out.... people actually thank me for asking them to essentially write my blog for me.... ok, I called Becerra and actually exerted myself to type what he said, but he is playing in a tournament.
So I had a couple thoughts. .
The first was... wouldn't it be strange if suddenly you had a new name?
If everyone suddenly and simultaneously started calling you Harold, or Phoebe, or Fritz, or Elliot?
And what would be weirder is if you knew that there was one person who made this happen. That, let's say, Steve Immit, or Brenda Goichburg or that 1900 from your local club, the one who's always in time pressure, this person just randomly chooses one day and, not maliciously, absolutely not, in fact, this person feels warmly towards you without a doubt. But not unintentionally either. They just exert some power and change your name.
And then, presto! you are Carmen.
This is of course ridiculous in multiple ways, but it happened to me this summer.
Chris Bird changed my name to Liz.
Now total strangers call me Liz and I just gape at them in disbelief. You should understand, no one has really, ever in my life, called me Liz before. So it startles me. Of course, Chris Bird is a very nice guy, but I know him only in the most casual of ways. Friend of a friend. And then he calls me Liz that on one tournament website and boom. Liz. Liz. Always.
Ok, enough about me. Let's talk about Josh Friedel.
Do you know he just lost on time with a rook vs a knight* in a real tournament game???
Kinda makes you appreciate the USCF, no? At least the rules make sense.
Somehow, I've had this one same thought all the time, basically every day, for the last three or four years.
The thought is: "Are these people f*cking kidding me?"
I worry it's a sign of my disengagement from human society.
Anyway, other news in my life... work is killing me, making me want to be a zombie....I'm starting to have insane ideas like I can run errands before work, at 6:30, 7 am. I can't explain why I think that.
... in more exciting news I'm writing an article for Chessbase.com on the USCL. (Managers: if you have any photos of female team members in bikinis, I need them now.) No, but honestly I'm looking forward to writing the piece in a very breezy, magaziney kind of way. I just need to remember that I decided that exclamation marks make writing seem very girly.
*he had the rook!!