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A Shogi Champion Turns to Chess
FFriedel writes "Michael Jordan tried it with baseball, and it, like, didn't work out too well for him. But what about a professional Shogi champion switching to chess? Yoshiharu Habu, one of the most gifted players in the history of the ancient Japanese game, has taken a casual interest in chess - and already reached IM strength. He is currently playing in a tournament in Paris, where chess grandmaster Joel Lautier interviewed him." Shogi is a very odd game if you're used to chess. Most of the pieces have biases toward forward motion, and when you capture an enemy piece, you can bring it back into play for your side.
03:30, AMSTERDAM, HOLLAND
I was standing at the bar in the Blue Cafe in Dam Square. The first thing I noticed was her hair. It was blonde, shoulder length, and had a slightly teased style. Two young Dutch boys were competing for her. They were in her face. She was getting high off the attention but the odds were in her favor tonight; it was late and she was one of three females left in the cafe. She was halfway decent looking too. An hour ago she had gone unnoticed; now she was beautiful. She was at least ten years older than the Dutch boys. I studied her face as she listened to them speak, here and there a line went crooked, the beginnings of a jowl quivered slightly.
I was in love with her.
My friend Mimi was tending bar. Her hair was straw like and receding. She was around thirty and had a face that had seen many nights without sleep. She leaned toward me over the bar. Her eyes were small and paranoid. She was tweaking badly. "It's here," she said.
"Where?"
"On top of the rubber machine next to the ladies room."
"How much?"
"One hundred fifty a gram."
It was expensive but it was late. It was nearly impossible to score gack after eleven in Amsterdam. I reached into my pocket to get the money but Mimi motioned for me to put it away. "Go try it out in the toilet first, then you pay me," she said. Mimi was always straight up with me. Mimi was a good woman. The rest rooms were on the second level. I moved toward the narrow, steep staircase at the front of the cafe and came close to the blonde and her two Dutch boys. Our eyes met for a second. She gave me a half smile and one of the Dutch boys turned and looked at me with suspicion. I continued toward the staircase.
I made it to the rubber machine and reached on top with my right hand and there it was: two neat bundles in a zip lock bag. A smile stretched across my face. The men's toilet was empty. There was only one stall but it had a real door with a lock. I moved into the stall and locked the door and quickly chopped up a line on the toilet paper dispenser, then rolled up a twenty-five guilder bill and sucked up the line. It didn't taste too good. I waited. Then the sweet sensation came to my bowels, like someone stroking my large intestine, playing me like a cello.
On the way back to the bar I didn't look at the blonde, although I wanted her now more than ever. Mimi put a Heineken on the bar for me. "How is it?" she asked.
'O.K. Thanks again." She nodded and I gave her the money. I was just looking up from my beer when I spotted the blonde heading my way. I couldn't get over her hair. I gave her a small smile and lit up a cigarette.
"Hello," she said.
"Hi, what's your name?"
"Margaret."
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Here's a link to a good description of Shogi, I'm sure I'm not the only one who doesn't know about the game.
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"I want you to admit it."
"Admit what?"
"That I'm beautiful. I am beautiful and you know it."
"You're about as beautiful as an empty fifty gallon drum."
"Bullshit. You want it and that's a fact."
"I just want to be left alone"
"You're not a man. You're pathetic."
"That angle won't work here: I don't have any respect for myself let alone the male animal."
"Well, that says it all -- you don't even respect yourself."
"Fuck respect. I'm not interested in it. I'm not afraid of losing it."
"You're afraid of me aren't you?"
"You're not even an issue."
"I can get any one I want."
"Not this one."
"That's because you're a coward."
"You know something? If you were interesting enough to justify it I would give a good portion of myself just to be there that broken and colorless morning when you get out of bed and look in the mirror only to discover that your precious skin is sagging off your cheeks and chin, and your tits are flattened, empty sacks of blue veins and bruises and your ass crack no longer looks like a crack but more like a streak of shit, and the only chance at beauty you have left is in your eyes but there was never any beauty there to begin with, and you finely come to that long anticipated revelation that you are nothing -- that you have always been nothing."
She smacks me hard across the face. "Who the fuck do you think you are? You don't know me!
"I know you. You're about as complicated as a bicycle with training wheels."
She is angry but to my surprise she doesn't move away. She sits on my chest and waits for me to exhale. Then she whispers into my ear, "You can't get away from me. You think you can but you never will. I run your life and you can't even admit it."
"I'll admit that I'm afraid of you but that's it. Now get away from me."
"If I really left you alone. If I never so much as glanced at you you'd feel so worthless you'd kill yourself. And after you were dead and nobody gave a shit somebody else would take me."
"Is that supposed to change my mind about you?"
"You just don't get it, do you? I expect nothing of you."
She drops on the bed and pulls me down with her. "Why do you hate me so much?" she asks.
"I don't hate you. I hate the way you use yourself."
"There's no such thing," she says.
I'm too tired to fight now. We are silent for a long time. The room falls dark and I begin to relax. She is close now, yet I am unaroused. Then she begins to whisper things. Everything around me becomes soft and weightless. She speaks of strange places that are warm and delicate and I don't understand. It doesn't bother me that I don't understand. I just know that the words are beautiful and I don't want them to end. Then I am being drawn half into her. For a moment I am frightened and try to pull back. All the time, all the energy, all the wars I've had with her in the past. Always fighting, grasping, always chaos. Convinced if I gave in I would be devoured. Always feeling ugly and dwarfed by her. I'd look into her eyes and see the reflection of my own failure. When she reached out to me with an open hand I saw a trick, a ploy that smelled of sex and manipulation and ulterior motives. But I had never given her enough recognition. I had never looked away from my own insanity's long enough to see her for what she was. She was cool and pale and sweet and full of insecurities, weaknesses, misconceptions, but you would never know it by looking at her. She would never know it by looking at her self. When I concentrated and she came full circle in my mind she really wasn't a bad creature, just lovely and ugly and scared and lonely like the rest of us. Now, there is a brief window, a disarmament brought on by exhaustion. I can no longer resist. Pieces of me begin to fall away and she washes over them with a deep light, and for a moment I feel as if this is the place I'd been struggling toward my entire life. I feel as if this is the place I have been trying to speak of -- and for once I feel I am worthy of it. For once I feel that I have always been worthy of it.
And she sings and sings.
And I listen.
For a brief moment, I listen.
When a Shogi champion turns to chess
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Michael Jordan tried it with baseball - it, like, didn't work out. But what about a professional Shogi champion switching to chess? Yoshiharu Habu, one of the most gifted players in the history of the ancient Japanese game, has taken a casual interest in chess - and already reached IM strength. He is currently playing in a tournament in Paris, where Joel Lautier interviewed him. More
Yoshiharu HABU, the Shogi champion
at the NAO CHESS CLUB from Monday 13th until Tuesday 21st of May 2002 in Paris
Yoshiharu HABU, the undisputed champion of Shogi (a complex game which is the Japanese equivalent of chess), is a top celebrity in Japan. He has been invited by the prestigious NAO Chess Club in Paris to participate in the second international tournament held at the club.
This unusual event aims to achieve two goals: introduce the fascinating game of Shogi to a larger Western audience and likewise enhance chess's popularity in Japan, where every move of their national champion Habu will be scrutinised by countless fans.
Ever since he joined the Professional School of Shogi at the age of twelve, Mr Habu, who is now 31 years old, has been known as the one of the most gifted player in the history of this ancient game. He is the only player to have ever won the seven most prestigious titles successively and he has an outstanding record of 74% of victories over the entire span of his career.
Since 1995, he has taken a keen interest in chess, and notwithstanding the little time he has had to study our game, he has already scored an International Master norm. This took place in what was only his second official tournament, the open of St Quentin (France) in April 2001.
The tournament at the NAO Chess Club is being held every day from the 13th until the 21st of May 2002, with rounds starting at 2.00 pm and ending at 8.00 pm. It is a round-robin of category IV (average rating 2336). Let's see if Mr Habu can reach the magical score of six points out of nine, which would yield him his second IM norm!
Other participants in this event will include the legendary Grandmaster Mark Taimanov and the 12-year old prodigy from France Edouard Bonnet.
After the tournament, on the 22nd of May, Mr Habu will give a simultaneous display of Shogi on ten boards, at the Japanese Embassy in Paris.
All the information on this event is available in French on the website of the NAO Chess Club at www.nao-cc.com . There will be live coverage of the games together with daily reports, photos, interviews and much more.
In organising this unique contest, the NAO Chess Club wishes not only to strengthen the cultural ties between Japan and France, but also to bring together two magnificent games for the benefit of both.
Organisation: NAO Chess Club - Phone: +33-1-40727690. Email: nao-cc@wanadoo.fr
INTERVIEW WITH YOSHIHARU HABU
This interview was conducted by GM Joel Lautier, with the kind assistance of Mariko Sato for the translation, on the 15th of May 2002 at the NAO Chess Club in Paris.
Joel Lautier: When and how did you learn to play chess?
Yoshiharu Habu: About ten years ago, I bought a book on chess and learned the game on my own. It was a Shogi player, Mr Murooka [the same person who first introduced me to Shogi! - JL], himself a passionate chessplayer, who aroused my interest in this game. And then six years ago, I started playing games on a regular basis with Mr Jacques Pineau [Jacques Pineau is a Frenchman who has been living in Japan for many years, with a chess playing strength of approximately 2250. He is also the president of the Asaka Chess Club, located in the suburbs of Tokyo - JL]. We play an average of one or two games a month, and I also read chess magazines to keep up to date. I have learned a bit of theory, but together with Mr Pineau, we have always tried to understand how to think in chess rather than just learn.
Lautier: That is still very little practice for such remarkable progress. What areas of chess do you find most difficult to master?
Habu: I find that the most difficult is to adapt oneself all the time to the changing rhythm of a chess game. A position may demand either fast and energetic action, or much quieter positional play, or something else still. Having to switch from fast play to a slower one and vice versa is the most unsettling for me. In Shogi, the rhythm of a game is much more stable. The opening is usually rather slow, whereas endgames are always a speed race [what Shogi players call "endgames" are in fact mating attacks! There is no such thing as endings in Shogi, since taken pieces can come back into the game at any moment, thus the game does not tend towards simplification - JL]. The rhythm of Shogi never slows down, it only accelerates.
Lautier: Do you find chess more, or less complex than Shogi?
Habu: Before I learned how to play chess, I thought the two games had to be very similar. I think now that they are very different. In chess, it's important to have a good position, whereas in Shogi, it's more important to be the first one who delivers checkmate! I couldn't say which of the two is more complex.
Lautier: Do you have ambitions in chess? Do you plan to become a Grandmaster?
Habu: Most of all, I wish to be able to play chess during my free time, and have the chance to play Grandmasters. If you ask me whether I think I can become a Grandmaster, then I honestly don't know. If I keep progressing and I realise that it is within my reach, then I shall try.
Lautier: Who is your favorite chessplayer?
Habu: Bobby Fischer. My first chess books were about him and his games are the ones I studied most.
Lautier: Do you think chess could become popular in Japan?
Habu: Among developed countries, Japan is perhaps the only one where chess is little known.
Nonetheless, the Japanese like very much this kind of games, they have excellent natural abilities for them. However, there is a great lack of information about chess in Japan. If a tournament with the participation of the best players in the world was organized there, it could have a strong impact on the publicity of chess in my country.
Lautier: Do you think chess and Shogi are sports ?
Habu: Chess is certainly a sport. For Shogi, it is a bit different, since it is part of the Japanese traditional culture, along with the tea ceremony and Ikebana, the Japanese floral art. During the Edo era [from 1603 until 1868 - JL], there were only three families who played Shogi, and the Master of the game was called Meijin. However, this title could only be inherited, and it has only been a century since the title of Meijin is contested in a real competition.
Lautier: The world of chess is very prone to conflicts whereas the Shogi world seems much more united and organised. Have you any advice to give FIDE?
Habu: (Laughs) No, no, I cannot give any advice! But it is much simpler for the small Shogi federation to remain united, as it only comprises 130 professional players. Moreover, these are all players from one country, which avoids many of the political problems within FIDE. The great size of FIDE makes consensus more difficult, all the more since it is partly made of people who are not chess professionals but have other activities. The Shogi Renmei (the Shogi federation) is composed exclusively of professional players, active and retired, who also handle the whole organisation of tournaments and the contracts with the sponsors. It's actually the case in many other federations in Japan, namely in martial arts. A person who has never been a professional in a given field cannot be part of the federation that regulates it [a very healthy principle to meditate ! -JL].
Lautier: How popular is Shogi in Japan?
Habu: Shogi has been very popular in Japan for a long time. Until 30 years ago, the Japanese people used to play in a room that led to the garden, traditionally reserved for this activity. Today, Shogi can be played everywhere! The number of people who know the rules of Shogi can be roughly estimated at ten million, the number of those who play regularly must be around a hundred thousand.
Lautier: Let's talk about women! Do they play Shogi?
Habu: Yes, they also play Shogi. There are two separate professional categories for men and women. There are approximately fifty full-time women professional players (there are 130 among men). In professional competitions among men, only one or two women players can take part. This is only the case since seven or eight years ago, before that women could not participate in them. Over that period of time, these women have played about two hundred games against their male colleagues with a success rate of 30%.
Lautier: Are computers a threat for Shogi ?
Habu: In mating problems, called Tsume Shogi, the computer is already superior to the best players. In normal games, however, the computer is still far from the professional level. Its level can be compared to a 4-dan among amateurs [approximately 2300 strength in chess Elo terms. The first dan among professionals starts after the amateur 6-dan. To get a rough idea, the best Shogi players in the world, including Mr Habu, have a ranking of professional 9-dan - JL].
Lautier: Thank you for answering our questions and good luck!
Further information is available at the
"Michael Jordan tried it with baseball, and it, like, didn't work out too well for him"
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As I'm putting the stuff away Paul opens the sliding door to the back lounge and sticks his head in.
There is hope in his eyes. "What do you have?" he asks.
"Meth."
He looks down at the bag in my hand. "I don't know anything about that stuff. What does it do?"
"It's an amphetamine, like coke, only it's a lot more powerful. But the initial euphoria is not as intense."
"What do you mean it's more powerful?"
"One good line will keep you up till morning." I hold the bag out to him. "This stuff is a commitment."
He rolls his eyes. "Forget it. I can't go through that again." He enters the back lounge and kicks off his boots.
On my way out I turn back to him. "Just tell me if you want anything." I say without moving my jaw, my back teeth clenched. When I get to the front lounge Jake is sitting there alone, curled up in the corner of the couch, smoking a cigarette. "What do you got Jack?" He asks, his eyebrows raised high, his eyes fixed directly on mine.
"Meth."
"That shit is going to kill you."
"I know."
"How can you do thaaat?" he asks, the tone of his last word steadily descending. "Doesn't that stuff make you feel like crap?"
"Believe me, I don't want this shit, but I'm not going to find coke in Bismarck tonight so I'll take what I can get."
Jake shakes his head. "I can't even think about doing that garbage. I don't need drugs to induce insomnia; I have it naturally!"
"Nobodies asking you to do it."
"I just can't understand why anyone would want to stay up for days."
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I sit down at the table and light up a smoke. I will stop drinking now, for as long as I have the drug. I'm still partially social but I will soon want to disappear from sight. Anyhow, the word is out. The fiends will soon be showing up at my door.
I cut out another line for myself. This is where I go wrong. One line of this crap will last for two hours, but I am craving the shudder of coke, that moment when I sprout wings and ejaculate, and even though I know this will not happen I still do the meth every fifteen to twenty minutes as if it is coke, struggling to catch that feeling and just missing every time.
Then, a knock at the door. I look at Jake. "Answer that, please -- it's probably the rest of the fiends."
Jake answers the door. Ray enters with his stomach jutting out in front of him. Ray is an asshole but he is honest about it and I can tolerate an asshole that is at least honest about it. He looks down at me, his eyes slightly bulging. "What do you got, peanut butter?"
"Yeah."
"Let me see."
"I thought you didn't do this white trash crap?"
"I just want to take a look at it."
I understand. Ray does coke exclusively. He is strict about it. He feels that meth will somehow make him a lower class junky. He just wants to look at it because he knows he isn't getting high tonight. He just wants to imagine without touching, that's how much of a fiend he is.
I take the bag out and hand it to him. Then another knock at the door. This time Todd walks in. Todd is a good person -- honest, professional. He is also an old speed fiend. He was hooked for ten years and then quit but it left him with some permanent damage to the nervous system: twitching and mumbling; sometimes you can catch him talking to his luggage. Now he only dabbles. He dabbles every day but he won't do more than a tiny bit. He is too cheap to buy so he always grubs. He doesn't say anything to me, he just stands there with his hands in his pockets, his eyes darting about the room but never falling on me.
I take the bag back from Ray and remove the brick. "You want some Todd?" I ask without looking up from the table. "Ah, ah, yea, yea...just a little bit though, just a little bit. Don't need much." I cut a little out and look up at him. "Is that good?"
"Oh...yea, yea, yea, that's fine. That's great. That's great." He reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a ready-made bindle. "Ah, just scoop it into here for me. Please."
I fill his bindle and they leave.
The drug is kicking in hard. My jaw is cemented closed and my guts shift. Perversions flash through my mind: doing things to woman, unseemly things. It's time for me to disappear. I get up silently and go to the bunk area. I kick off my boots and climb into my bunk. Images of woman blind me for a moment. Images of the openings in there bodies, penetrated, engulfing, making guttural sounds that seem inches from my ear. I reach down to the foot of my bunk and grab Celine's Journey. It is a soft cover edition and the cover is black and white, mostly black, which makes it easier to see the drug as I use the book as a cutting surface. I reach behind me and flick on my bunk light, then pull my curtain closed. My imagination is testing the physical limits of the female rectum. Without blood, without resistance the impossible is accomplished. I turn on my side, facing the wall, and chop out a line on Celine. I consume the line and then quickly flick off the light and lay on my back.
The engine cranks over and the walls of the bus rattle.
Most anglers that use an electric trolling motor, and use it often, have some sort of depth finder mounted on the boat as well. Often, it is desirable to have the transducer mounted on the trolling motor, but this can be a difficult task. It is important that the transducer and the routing of the cable does not interfere with the trolling motors operation. You must route the cable so that it does not get pulled, cut or crushed. On certain model trolling motors, especially bow mounts, this can be a challenge. First, you should have the right type of transducer for mounting to an electric trolling motors lower unit. This would, most likely, be a Puck style transducer. Other style transducers will work, but only the Puck is designed for this application. With this style, the only hardware you need is a heavy plastic cable tie or a metal hose clamp to strap the transducer onto the motor. The Puck has a curved top to fit the round shape of the motors lower unit and slots in it to accept the strap.
We recommend the cable tie over the hose clamp because it has proven to be more forgiving when the motor crashes into an underwater object. Instead of breaking the transducer, the cable tie allows it to "slip" out of the way. Puck transducers come in different sizes, depending on the cone angle of the transducer, but they are all meant for the trolling motor. For your most accurate readings the transducer should be pointing straight down.
Some anglers like to position it so that they are shooting in front of the boat so that they can see what's up ahead. This sounds good in theory, but in reality, you are creating a large amount of Dead Zone which will make anything near the bottom vitally invisible. Don't worry about being
perfectly level, though. The wave action makes that almost impossible. Just get it as close as you can. You can, however, side scan with a puck transducer. This works on any depth finder, although you need to interpret what you see (we'll go into that some time in the future). Simply rotate the transducer on the motors lower unit so that it is pointing just down from horizontal. Set the depth finder to it's maximum range and steer the motor around. This works better in deeper water. Ideally you don't want to see bottom or the surface at all. Again, dead zone will make anything near the bottom invisible. Narrow beam transducers work best for side scanning.
With the Puck transducer mounted, you now need to route the cable up the motor shaft, down the motor bracket, and to the back of the depth finder. Foot control trolling motors provide the most challenge when routing the cable. All of the motors movements make it hard to keep the cable from being pulled, crushed, or cut. Refer to the images here to help in the routing of your cable.
With electric trolling motors getting more powerful and complicated all the time we are seeing more and more interference on the displays of our depth finders. In the past, interference has mostly been due to noise in the power lines of the boat. This can usually be solved with fairly simple grounding. Now, we are seeing interference that is being radiated directly from the motor shell into the transducer. This can more difficult to solve. You can identify the type of interference by simply moving the transducer away from the motor shell. If the interference disappears, you have a radiation problem. If not, you have a power line problem. In either case, if you have an interference problem that you cannot solve please contact us and we will try to help you out.
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Chess equivalent Strategy: When your opponent is distracted and not focusing on the chess board, one must use a 'quick arm flick to the side area, move your captured pieces and put back them back into play'. Alternate strategy, but as effective, is to remove opponent pieces "out" of play.
Subtlety is the key to success.
Important reminder: during gameplay, you are 'physically' at all times one arms length away from opponent's fist.
Shogi sounds like it would fit the /. crowd...lotsa mating problems
*ba-dum pish*
(It's a joke. laugh.)
If you can't see the value in jet powered ants you should turn in your nerd card. - Dunbal (464142)
Once upon a time in Tony Blairworld, there was a fugal man called FreeBSD McHazy Maze Cave. Remember that he was interested in fallow screenshots, and led a peaceful life until he started to love dodgy facts. Shortly after, his ethnocentric knackers stopped working, and he died of sexism. The end!
FWIW, shogi is far more fun than chess and more interesting too.
TWW
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If Shogi is too complicated for you to learn, there is the other far east variant called kung fu chess. Where the martial arts meets with chess.
Take the cheese to sickbay, the doctor should see it as soon as possible - B'Elanna Torres, "Learning Curve"
Judging by how little activity there's been on this topic so far, I'd say that moderating as "redundant" my link above to a description of the game merely indicates that the moderator is the only one for whom a description is redundant.
If anyone wants to play some Chess, Xiangqi (chinese chess), Go or some other boardgames online then you should check out this site. Unfortunately they don't have Shogi (yet).
Whats a nice free (GPL preferred, Beer otherwise) Shogi varient for Win32 and Linux?
when you capture an enemy piece, you can bring it back into play for your side.
Sounds very much like Taliban fighters!
The thing is, is that chess is sufficiently small in dimensions and variety of pieces that it achieves a certain sparness of balance compared to Shogi, which is more complex in a variety of ways.
A good way for testing computer intelligence would to have a computer playing shogi, and become expert in it's use. Point being here is that there are not alot of western experts in Shogi, and so the possibility for an AI to learn the game beyond the obvious potemtial knoledge of the western experts is interesting
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Lautier: Do you think chess and Shogi are sports ?
Habu: Chess is certainly a sport....
Ok, this is my pet peeve I get on when I've got too much time on my hands. Chess is not a SPORT. Its a game--a rather complex and intricate game, but a game nonetheless. Neither is golf a sport. (actually, this argument usually starts with someone saying golf is a sport--I use chess as a comparison). Just because something shows up on ESPN doesn't mean its a sport. Pool and poker, for example...
Anybody disagree?
Sport used to mean something done without being necessary, such as the king hunting for sport.
My definition is pretty much the same; game is just another name for sport. However, it seems to me that the modern definition of most people is "big business with a ball".
Infuriate left and right
"Nonetheless, the Japanese like very much this kind of games, they have excellent natural abilities for them."
Asians are good at math AND Shogi!
GNUShogi:h tml
o gi.html
http://www.gnu.org/directory/gnushogi.
XShogi:
http://www.gnu.org/software/xshogi/xsh
GNUShogi comes with tutorial.
I think you can quess the license.
Larry Kaufman was an IM level chess player in the US who tried to get the game shogi to catch on in this country back in the early 1980s. Although I was pathetic at both, it was easier to get him interested in my learning shogi than learning chess.
Although this has a stronger French connection than American connection, it could be the start of a process that could finally get shogi an appropriate level of recogniztion here. Shogi is much more of an action game than chess. Pieces dropping in from the sky, possibly promoting the move after they drop in. Yikes! Shogi has a much more traditional handicapping system for matching stronger and weaker players.
The handicapping system is combined with traditional educational/learning pattern of how to win at certain handicaps. Once you have mastered a certain level of advantage, you can move to the next one against anyone, thereby seeing progress.
Try the game if you have the patience to learn it. Maybe someone can post an on-line shogi-playing site?
I think it was called "Searching for Yoshiharu Habu."
Which will be easier to get solved by computers (or quantic computers) shogi or chess?
Chess possible games are almost infinite but we know the number. Are shogi posible positions higher than chess?
Lautier: Are computers a threat for Shogi ?
Habu: In mating problems, called Tsume Shogi, the computer is already superior to the best players. In normal games, however, the computer is still far from the professional level. Its level can be compared to a 4-dan among amateurs [approximately 2300 strength in chess Elo terms. The first dan among professionals starts after the amateur 6-dan. To get a rough idea, the best Shogi players in the world, including Mr Habu, have a ranking of professional 9-dan - JL].
This is one example of the prevailing sad state of affairs of the performance of AI in games. The best chessplaying programs are those which use brute force search and little else. The fact that they can beat world champions tells us little except that the effective branching factor in chess is small. In games like go and shogi where the branching factor is much higher, long-term strategy counts much more, and brute-force is relatively useless, computers are nowhere near the best humans.
Another example: As early as 1962 Samuels wrote a checker playing program which could learn from its previous games and beat reasonably strong humans. After that there has been virtually no progress in game strategy; all the improvement has been in hardware speed. Indeed, it wasn't until 1994 that the first wold-champion-beating checker player, "Chinook" was written. This is an amazingly slow rate of progress compared to other areas of computer science/technology.
Its a shame, considering that game playing is thought to be one of the easiest problem domains for AI.
Actually, he doesn't seem to be an IM, as the intro says, but just has one IM norm. Considerable difference.
Michael Jordan tried it with baseball ? it, like, didn't work out. Yes, it's very rare to find someone who really excel in more than one field. I've read somewhere that chess GM Simen Agdestein, top Norwegian chess player, had been a member od Norwegian national soccer team. Sir George Thomas was also a British chess champion and badminton champion. Anybody know more examples?
Makes no sense all the flames about chess, shogi, go and so on. More challenging than all these games is "How does one live their life." Now that is the ultimate game/challenge. Can a computer do that? Life is a far greater game than chess or any variation there of.
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The link to kungfuchess is as on topic as the next post (which was rated +3) and is also interesting.
There is a couple programs to play shogi - If you are on a normal system, GNU Shogi.
People cursed to be on a windoze platform might check out Shocky
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Hey... Michael Jordan was an acceptable minor league player. Not a prospect, but how many of us have the talent to play professional baseball?
I like to give a plug for this book every now and then: Why Michael Couldn't Hit: And Other Tales of the Neurology of Sports. Even if you don't care at all about sports, this book is a fascinating read. It describes how the brain and neurology is linked with being a world-class athlete. What I found especially interesting is that the author makes a good case that there are small windows during growing up where you must play a particular sport in order to be world-class at it. If you miss the window, you miss your chance. After that, your brain does not have plasticity to devote a specialized part of itself to the sport. He also makes the case that being a world-class musician has similar windows.
I would imagine that there are similar cases to be made about being world-class at a particular mental sport such as chess.
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There have been a number of "Game prodigies" who excelled at several games. Omar Sharif, for example, who was a bridge, chess and checkers champion. Learning any one of these games is like learning a programming language--it makes it much easier to learn a second. If you know one language you will find it much easier to pick-up a second programming language than a complete beginner.
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Comparing Jordan's success to Habu's isn't exactly fair or even valid. The differences between Shogi and Chess aren't all that great, especially when you compare the differences between basketball and baseball.
The only thing that seperates Shogi and Chess are the rules, pieces and board on which the game is played. At their cores, both games are turn based and both require the player to think several moves in advance to be even remotely successful. If the players knows the rules and has that skill, the jump is relatively easy to make, especially one of Habu's caliber.
Basketball to baseball? Entirely different story. Not only are the rules, pieces (players) and field of play different, but now you have to deal with an entirely new set of physical conditionings as well. Sure, Jordan is fit, but instead of a 3-pointer or jam, your now asking him to hit a small round object moving in excess of 80mph with a stick. The author of the artical doesn't seem to think that's a worthy challenge in and of itself.
I guess what I'm saying is that chess and Shogi are purely games of the mind. If you have that extreemly valuble skill of looking ahead to your next 5-15 moves, the transition isn't as great. But add some sort of mental/physical reconditioning on top of that? I'd humbly submit that it's slightly more challenging to up and switch.
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Demis Hassabis, who co-created Theme Park and whose company, Elixir Studios, is currently at work on Republic - the Revolution is a strong amateur shogi player. (OK, strong by Western standards.) He won five out of six (even, as opposed to handicapped) games in the British Open Championship the weekend before last and so has qualified to be part of the team to represent the UK in the World Championship later in the year. It's not much of an exaggeration to say Demis is a strong amateur * player - because if he isn't a strong amateur at a game yet, he's proved that he will pick it up frighteningly quickly - though I understand his poker isn't going to be taking him to the World Series in the near future.
Good luck Demis! (...and Stephen and Les...)
This is more like a baseball player going to softball, or a heavyweight boxer going lightweight. Shogi is much harder. The board is larger (9 by 9) and peices can be re-used, both increasing the complexity of the game. There is no queen on the battlefield, nor a piece that is as strong and could be used to go on a rampage.
If chess is the thinking man's checkers, Shogi looks like the thinking man's chess.
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The article says he has got an IM norm. That means he needs another norm to become an IM. Still, it's amazing improvement. Especially since I play chess recreationally (ie. I suck at it but I still play :-) it seems absolutely amazing!!
There have been other successful examples of individuals "crossing" sports. Jonty Rhodes who is a cricket international for South Africa, used to play for the South African hockey team as well. It shows as he was probably the best athlete in cricket in the nineties. In first decade of the 20th century, C.B.Fry represented England in both its cricket and soccer teams. Of course, Deion Sanders was reasonably successful at baseball to complement his football.
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You didn't supply a definition of "sport", so how can anybody agree with you? Unless you think the definition of sport is "Not everything that is on ESPN", which is an extremely poor definition. Please try harder next time.
If it doesn't involve moving an object across a distance into some goal zone through a space defended by the opposing team, it is not a "sport".
Basketball, football, water polo, baseball (the object is the player; the ball is the weapon of the defenders), rugby, even that screwed up dead goat Afghani game all qualify.
The farther you get from this game definition, the harder a time people have defining something as a sport.
Sport is spoken of in the context of competition, but understood in the context of a very tightly defined game style that appears to show up cross-culturally. Interestingly enough, nobody would care about the "not a sport" thing if it wasn't from the massive legitimacy boost brought by sport-participation.
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Go is Chinese, Shogi is Japanese.
Wrong. Both of them are Japanese:
Sho-Gi: Sho means "General(s)", Gi means "Chess" (i.e., chess of the Generals)
Go: simply means five
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Wrong. Both of them are Japanese
Go is Chinese (where the game is known as Wei Qi). It was developed three to four thousand years ago and wasn't brought to Japan until around 1200-1400 years ago. I believe in Japan the game is known as Igo.
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I heard before that the origins of the Chess we know actually seeped over from China back in the 4th century, most likely brought back as 'culture' booty. Is there any truth to this?
I would not call shogi an odd game. The drops alluded to above are what make the game interesting. Chess is just too "all analytical". Shogi at least has some bits that are based on intuition. Go on the other hand... so much intuition. It's beautiful.
I'd say that of the three games, a shogi master would find it easiest to master chess. Chess probably couldn't master shogi as easily, and neither could master go all that readily.