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...master's in mechanical engineering as well as a crazy, bushy mound of long red hair and a beard, took us behind his beautiful wooden bar and gave us a tour of the vat rooms, which were littered with copies of the New Yorker and a half-finished chess game. Afterward, I sat at the combination bar-gift shop, and Doore let me pour a cream stout that was all malty, roasty goodness...
...degree four years later. In the meantime, she met another foreign student, Lolo Soetoro, at the University of Hawaii. ("It's where I send all my single girlfriends," jokes her daughter Soetoro-Ng, who also married a man she met there.) He was easygoing, happily devoting hours to playing chess with Ann's father and wrestling with her young son. Lolo proposed...
...vision. A computer buff from an early age, McGregor has used Poser software (originally designed for gamers) to generate movement, and incorporated ideas like algorithms and cognitive mapping into his work. In Sulphur 16 (1998), his dancers performed among spectral computer-generated figures, as if in a human-scale chess game. In Nemesis (2002), inspired in part by insect behavior, his dancers dueled with prosthetic steel arm extensions to a soundtrack incorporating mobile-phone conversations...
...play that was played out on the great supernatural ladder of being and was guided by one part fate and one part justice. However, our world is not that world. Instead we live in the 21st century proper—a world where the pawns are now also the chess masters and a gaze at the stars is no longer a study of philosophical perfection but rather a view of our cosmic loneliness. Perhaps, we are still in a morality play, but if so, it’s unlike any we’ve ever played before. Technology has allowed...
...road emptied into a village. We bounced slowly over the cobblestones of the street, beginning to get the feeling that cars weren’t big in town. Three older Italian men in suspenders, who were tanned the color of leather from the boiling Calabrian sun, sat playing chess under the awning of a caffé while sipping espresso and motioning with their hands. Every one of them was the spitting image of my grandfather, though he’s in Florida playing bridge and sipping scotch. Suddenly, one of the men leapt out of his seat and intercepted...