In personal on December 6 2011 at 09:55
I write to learn the truth. The truth of life; of death. The truth of you; of me. I write because I want to know why I write. I write because I can’t do anything else; my hands know only the language of literature and not the language of carpenter.
Why do I want to learn the truth? I want to learn it because it’s something I don’t understand. Why do you do what you do? How come you wake up in the morning? Why are you always punctual? Why don’t you take risks? What is your purpose?
In go, interviews, journalism on November 10 2011 at 11:02
David Ormerod, founder of GoGameGuru.com, has made strides since he began the website back in August 2010. After conferring with go players at the World Amateur Go Championship, David set out a vision to expand the go playing universe while offering inventive ways of doing so.
A scare while traveling on an airplane – the engine exploded in mid-air – put David in a position to make a judgement of what he had done with his life and what he wanted to do with it. Like a go player, David used his positional judgement and intuition to asses the situation and, through careful consideration, took a leap.
“I realized that I’d rather try to pull this thing off and fail very publicly than to spend the rest of my life wondering what would’ve happened. After that I got serious about driving Go Game Guru towards what it’s going to become and I haven’t stopped since.”
Inspiring words for anyone, whether you’re a go player or not. Since charging full steam ahead with GoGameGuru, David and his partner, An Younggil 8 dan, have created a hub of information for new and experienced go players alike. David has also opened up a new book shop, offering classics including the Elementary Go Series and “Lessons in the Fundamentals of Go” by Kageyama Toshiro 7 dan.
The following is the transcript of the interview.
In stories on October 17 2011 at 10:31
The following is the first draft of my first short story. There are some loose ends to tie up, but I might as well post it here; I was in the process of transferring it to my laptop.
She looked as beautiful as she always did. Her hair perfectly curled, crashing against her shoulders like a feather on asphalt. Her beady eyes would shift to and fro, occasionally making contact with mine.