an in-between move

Cool kids read The Bellman.


Don't read this blog!

I mean, thanks for dropping by my little corner of the blogospheric backwaters, but the blog you should be reading is The Bellman. The stuff I post there is much, much less likely to be imbued with dormitive powers.


[German, from zwischen, intermediate + zug, move

Literally an "in-between move". A move in a tactical sequence is called a zwischenzug* when it does not relate directly to the tactical motif in operation. |source|

image copyright TWIC

From this position, black played a zwischenzug: 19…d5
(Linares 2002, 1-0)


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David Rowland studies philosophy at the University of Illinois - Urbana / Champaign, where he's an active member of the Graduate Employees Organization. He used to play a lot of chess, but wasn't all that good. He has a blog. And email.



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Monday, August 08, 2005


Capitalism at its finest

I'm stuck behind a firewall, so I can't access this, but word on the street is that the-blog-which-shall-not-be-named-at-Panera-Bread-due-to-a-phonetic-resemblence-to-an-act-frowned-upon-by-Panera's-corporate-masters is running a choose-the-creepiest-products poll. You should vote since I can't. In the meantime, here are a couple of creepy products that may or may not have made their list.

First, from the Black Panther Party, Burn, Baby, Burn Revolutionary Hot Sauce.

As you probably noticed, that's not a very good picture. While searching the internets for a better image, I found Hot Sauce Harry's Bomb Laden Hot Sauce.

Maybe those aren't exactly creepy.

The Bomb Laden Hot Sauce strikes me as vaguely (or maybe not so vaguely) racist, but what really bothers me about it is that it reeks of the same good 'ol boy machismo that gave us Abu Ghraib. Still, I suppose it could be worse.

The Black Panther's sauce has sparked a minor controversy. As near as I can tell the main complaint is that the sauce celebrates violence. Thinking that it does seems to me to require a pretty shallow understanding of the forces that sparked the race riots, but maybe so. At any rate, as far as I'm concerned the problem is that this kind of merchandising trivializes the Black Panther Party, reducing their legacy to nothing but another piece of '60s kitsch. Which would bother me less if I didn't sort of want to buy a bottle.

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