HowToPhil



Have an 80s Glam Rock pony

Have an 80s Glam Rock pony



Sketchy and less sketchy horse.

Goban

thesomewordson:

Black stone, white stone, clack
This board is the universe
Here, all is expressed



Took a test: http://play.baduk.org/go-test/start.php

And it’s all “You’re 9 kyu. Please don’t be disappointed if this mark is worse than your real grade.”

Except I pretty much play in the 20s… so… I’m goodish in theory… but not in practice… I guess. Maybe I get mixed up in real play… hmmm.

(Lower numbers of kyu are higher ranks. Higher numbers are lower ranks… until you get into dan.)



Made a 13x13 roll up Go board (goban) today with a piece of shammy cloth left over from another project, an ink pen, a red sharpie, a square, and a ruler. Using craft stones for the go stones.

Made a 13x13 roll up Go board (goban) today with a piece of shammy cloth left over from another project, an ink pen, a red sharpie, a square, and a ruler. Using craft stones for the go stones.



“Thus the expert in battle moves the enemy, and is not moved by him.”
Sun Tzu, The Art of War


“Never be too sure about your plan, and always doubt your ability to kill your opponent’s stones.”
zhong-pu liu


“The aim of go is relative advantage; the game is played all over the board, and the objective is to increase one’s options and reduce those of the adversary. The goal is less victory than persistent strategic progress.”
Dr. Henry Kissinger


“The most disadvantageous peace is better than the most just war.”
Desiderius Erasmus


Not Your Prescription is a free rap track of mine released under a creative commons license.

Lyrics:

I’m not your prescription, I’m your addiction, the taste of the real sin
You got the conviction, like an affliction, for murderous friction
Just like a hard pill, my movement is all skill, I’m makin your heart spill
Makin’ your mind thrill, again and again still, we keepin’ the pace ‘til-
You better hold on girl, I’m breakin’ up your world, makin’ your toes curl
Makin’ your eyes swirl, like you all high girl, with legs that go higher
we goin’ at full bore, and breakin’ the head board, pushin’ it hardcore
We fallin’ on the floor, cops at the back door, but you get on all four
You screamin’ my name, like a score at a game, an’ forgettin’ your shame
With your body in flame, there’s no way to be tame, so scream out my fame
You pullin me down there, you keepin’ my head square, sayin’ you won’t share
I’m not your prescription, I’m your addiction, the taste of the real sin
You got the conviction…