Where shall we eat?

Turkuaz is never a bad answer to that question. I'll miss the place, if I ever escape Bloomington; nowhere else so combines delectable tastiness and cheapness and atmosphere. I saw a young woman and mother peering at the menu, earlier, and encouraged them to go in. "What's good?" "Pides!" But Eric and I went pricier -- kebab for him, and a chicken saute for me, which I'd never seen anyone get before. Tasty. Familiar -- probably the same meat as chicken on pides. But seasoned juicy meat never gets old, and the yogurt, rice, and beans go well.

Eric tells me that yes, chess does have named concepts beyond the inadequate set I know, analogous to the concepts I know for Go. Stuff *not* in the Complete Chess Course, despite the name.

Swing club callout was large as usual, overflowing Frangipani. There's a salsa club (new?) which probably stole Alumni Hall from us.

And there's an upright (or synthesizer? Yamaha) piano in the IMU food court now. I inflicted pentatonics on the staff. Because it's hard not to sound at least half-decent if you just play on the black keys.