Chess Diary #0002: Becoming Worse at Bullet Chess

I don’t like the fact that my bullet rating has been dropping. My highest bullet rating was 1713, and that was on February 2, 2020 — more than two years ago. In the last 90 days, the best I got to was 1570. And today, my rating is 1352.

Does that mean I’m a much worse chess player than I was two years ago? I sure hope not. I know much more about chess today than I knew two years ago, but my rating doesn’t reflect that.

What’s happening?

Chess is the only game where the more you play, the worse you become.

One of the main reasons my bullet rating is dropping could be that I haven’t been playing longer time controls. Another reason could be that I haven’t been solving puzzles, practicing endgames, or trying to improve in tactics. A third reason could be that I no longer have an opening repertoire. Whether I have the white pieces or the black pieces, my first move is always played on a whim.

It’s really bothering me that I’m becoming worse over time, but what can I do?

I need more time.

Hamlet Paredes 25th Year Toro during a picnic in Dhour El Choueir

Have a Cigar: Hamlet Paredes 25th Year Toro

Name: Hamlet Paredes 25th Year Toro

Country: Nicaragua

Shape: Parejo

Size: Toro (6 1/2 inches x 52)

Strength: Medium

There’s you,
your wife,
and the dog.

The dog’s licking rocks,
chewing on branches,
and eating grass.

The wife is sipping on vodka
while tanning her shoulders.

You’re looking at her,
asking yourself, “How
can I make her the happiest person
on earth?”

You’re an average man
coming from a working-class family.
Boy, just a few years ago,
you couldn’t afford a good steak.
Surprise, surprise, yo.
You didn’t see yourself
living the life,
did you?
The nice house,
the hot wife,
and everything else that you love so much right now.
You thought, “Nah,
it’s never going to happen ’cause I’m poor.”

But you forget
your father raised a hard-working man.
Your mother put fire in your soul.

Man…
What a ride!

You were a nobody,
and you’re still a nobody,
a nobody who
likes to read, write, drink,
and smoke cigars.
Yeah, nobody knows you,
but aren’t you exactly who you want to be
right now? Aren’t you
who you weren’t meant to be?

Wake up, son!
You had a lot to drink.

There’s sun in your eyes,
sweat on your brow,
mustard on your shirt.

But it’s alright if you smile.
Smile, you son of a gun!
Yeah,
when you add it all up,
you’re happy.

How did you manage to be so happy?

Wake up, son!
It’s time to play with the dog.
It’s time to kiss your wife.


May 20, 2022: Falling into the World of NFTs

No more than a month ago, I knew almost nothing about NFTs. I didn’t know how they were made, where they were sold, or why they were bought. I knew absolutely zilch about these non-fungible tokens that everyone was talking about. But one day, one Google search led to another, and I finally fell into the world of NFTs like a monkey into a lion’s den.

I was lost and afraid, but then I saw the light. I survived.

I was a little surprised that it didn’t turn out to be as complicated as I believed it would be. After creating a crypto wallet (Metamask), buying some ETH, and joining a marketplace called Rarible, I was good to go.

Last week, I also managed to get an “NFT Expert” certification, which is pretty unbelievable to me because everything happened so fast. I’m really proud of myself.

NFT has become an obsession, and it’s all I’ve been thinking about night and day.

Today, I’m in multiple Discord channels participating in Blockchain/Crypto/NFT conversations and making new friends. Moreover, just recently, I made sure to purchase ETH domains for me and my wife. It’s the thing now…

You never know what the future holds, but it really feels good to feel like you’re going somewhere.