One of the greatest chess players of all time died this week, a disgraced former grandmaster exiled to the frosty equivalent of the Devil’s ass. He had a lot of insight about the game and unfortunately a lot of hate, which is probably the legacy that will follow him through the ages.
But whenever I castle, I’ll remember him beating Spasky, the mighty Russian. For a brief moment, Bobby Fischer was a true champion.

A great phrase–if uttered at the right time, and from the right speaker–can be a powerful stimulus. It can inspire. It can excite. If it’s clever enough and simple in design, it might make a very complex idea understandable to everyone. And if the receiver is ready for the idea they are about to hear, then great communication can happen.

Tonight forces aligned and I caught this kernel: “Our female partners are much less concerned about what we think, than what we feel.”

Not sure where the hell that idea came from, but all of the sudden a lot of things about relationships made sense.

Better late than never, I guess.

Oftentimes big changes rest upon a series of very small and yet formative ones, and these smaller, subtler shifts are overlooked in the moment. Like the seasons. While the usual indicators of fall may have accumulated over the past few months–certainly there were plenty of false starts–only after the heavy storm tonight passed over tonight can I state with absolute conviction that autumn arrived.

I tossed some furniture recently, and for whatever reason, looking at the empty spots in the living room tonight, I felt like a huge weight came off my shoulders.

So I suspect there are more profound changes afoot than the weather.

Never forget…