Author: L.E. Hansen

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Sometimes…

…You just don’t know.

So the kid will be in Aveiro, Portugal this coming Wednesday, the 24th of April. She’ll be staying there a while without returning to the States in order to fulfill the Portugal citizenship requirements. I’m not sure how long, but it’s at least for six months that she must not leave. So I’m sure she’ll be speaking fluent Portuguese the next time I see her in person. The question is will it be with me visiting there? Or will it be with a trip back for her? Her partner will be joining her once she is finished teaching for this year. That looks to be some point in June. They have a lovely flat already leased from which they will operate at least for a while. They do plan on buying a house there.

So.

Do I visit? Likely in about six months or so. Without the cats. I would need to find someone to come care for them while I am gone. Not really impossible…I know people I could ask. I could evaluate then, to move or not to move to Aveiro. Moving to another country is not easy. Visa. Parting with “stuff.” Selling “stuff.” Moving “stuff.” Going to D.C. (Visa). FBI. Government appointment. Stuff.

Moving with cats. Holy cuss words.

This is not a decision for today. I know that. I also know she will be gone in four more days. Sometimes I don’t have a center to orient to. There is no such thing, I remind myself. I remind myself of lots of things. Some of them make sense.

It suddenly dawns on me that she will be officially and really there on my son’s birthday. The 24th of April. Yeah, that day.

My heart cannot settle in my chest.

Posted by Noveliciouss.

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Ohio & Chess

Well then and there. A surprise that someone currently living in Japan told me about: The World of Chess in Ohio. Wow. So here we are with a visit to the downtown Cleveland Public Library on the third floor of the main building, and a step into the rabbit hole. I took a few photos (not of everything or all) in order to put into a slide-show. (Which I couldn’t do today for some reason, but will try later.)

The lovely Stacy took us around and also pulled out of the archives for us—original hand-written folio sheets from as long ago as the middle ages (Chaucer), unrelated to chess, and little books—see the only person photo, and the skull on the desktop. Somehow I lost the other photos of little books. The one in the photo below is of Hamlet. I now have a new appreciation for little books and learned their purpose, which was to hide and smuggle information where it was not welcome or illegal. Many of them are quite incredible works of art.

For those who don’t know, the second photo below is of Bobby Fischer playing chess and the third is of Boris Spassky, famously defeated in Laugardalshöll arena in Reykjavík, Iceland, by our own Bobby. People from all over watched the brilliant encounter and final chess game, even those who had never heard of it before. Bobby, a grandmaster, won the tournament to become the reigning chess king of the world in 1972. He eventually disappeared, chased by the U.S. trying to arrest him for playing chess where sanctioned. He was eventually found in Iceland where his mental decline into madness was obvious and where he died in 2008. He went back there as it was the only county to offer him citizenship.

From Wikipedia: Robert James Fischer (March 9, 1943 – January 17, 2008) was an American chess grandmaster and the eleventh World Chess Champion. A chess prodigy, he won his first of a record eight US Championships at the age of 14. In 1964, he won with an 11–0 score, the only perfect score in the history of the tournament. 

All of the exhibits in the library are donated, and they may be freely photographed. The John G. White collection takes up all of the floor in that wing and includes books on chess as well as the notes of famous chess players, game cards (with the moves noted) as well as the chess sets from the centuries and world.

Ohio’s own Calvin Blocker won the International Master title in 1982 and continues to play upon occasion. He will be appearing at the White-collection room this month where he will be playing several at once. He is often described as an eccentric who loves the game of chess. He is also said to be an absolute grandmaster player who has all but the title (as he will not leave the state of Ohio to play). The chess floor entertains regular chess games and competitions where it is not unusual at all to see Blocker.

My friends and I spent the afternoon there. I personally could have spent the day and come back for more.

P.S. Apparently all you have to do is click on any of the photos and you’ll get a slide show. To start at the beginning, select the first photo.

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Consciousness Again

“Consciousness cannot be accounted for in physical terms. For consciousness is absolutely fundamental. It cannot be accounted for in terms of anything else.”

― Erwin Schrödinger

Posted by Einstein Physix   BASIC PHYSICS

Isn’t he a handsome-looking dude? I don’t know much about him except for the cat-going-into-the-box-and-how-will-it-come-out? bit. I did know someone in Iowa City who had a cat named Schrödinger but that was a long time ago. The cat was black. I thought of it as the intellectual’s version of a cat named Bob.

I’ve been dining none stop on Irish soda bread since the bakery has started up with it again. I still don’t understand why it can’t be made year round. Maybe you have to move to Ireland. Anyway, it makes me sincerely grateful for March 17. And to think I used to appreciate the date solely for the green beer, and drunken Irishmen giving a parade. And let me tell you, you’ve not lived until you’ve been in Chicago for St. Patty’s Day. The craziness starts the night before. The hangovers on the day-of are the only thing that tame the day-itself down.

What all of that has to do with Schrödinger I don’t know, unless it’s because he became a naturalized Irishman. Maybe that was because he liked the bread. Or the beer. Or both. I rather doubt it about the beer as I’m quite certain it will hamper consciousness itself, while on its way to silencing the voices of song.

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Happy Birthday

Believe it or not, on the the actual day of birth I’ve made this post of our dear friend John Steinbeck.

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“To be alive at all is to have scars.” – John Steinbeck, born on this day in 1902. That is one year before me mum was born.

There seems to be somewhat of a renaissance of Steinbeck’s work, his novels, East of Eden and Grapes of Wrath both making best-books lists this year. Of course Of Mice and Men always makes it on a list of the best.

I remember reading the book when I was a teenager. I also remember coming to the part in the novel where someone put vaseline on his hand and wears a glove over it. I asked Mother what that meant. Well, she said, it’s not very nice. OK then. Thanks for the help, Mom. And that, in a nutshell, is the extent of my sex education.

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In History—February 19

On this date in history FDR ordered Japanese Americans into internment camps. Two-thirds of those imprisoned were American born. This took place from 1942 to 1946.

The government began arresting and incarcerating Italian Americans also, and this before we had even joined the war, and long before February 19. Then Italian Americans came to fight in the war while at home their families were arrested, jailed or beaten. 

Growing up in that Catholic school called Blessed Sacrament we learned to call Italians Wops, Japanese Japs, and Germans Krauts. Long after 1941.

And on this day in 2002, 22 years ago, Joel Lawrence Pinker died. At some point in the evening it occurred. I felt some monstrous grasp reaching into my body and tearing my heart out through my chest. And that was it. Done. I didn’t learn until the following day that he was gone but I was not surprised. The evening before I wondered what I would wear to work the next day. On the day when they would tell me that my son had died.

Joel with dinosaur

This is a photo of a card that the girl sent to me for one of the boy’s birthdays after he was here no longer. It looks exactly like him. And he loved dinosaurs in those days. The days when he was young.