Twelve angry hours…

Well, I had plans to go out to some party after Saturday afternoon poker, but fate, had other plans.

Started off as a full cash game.

I started off okay. Going up thirty or so. I even held out a long time without buying back. But luck would not have it go my way. Soon enough, I skydived right into fifty in the hole, then seventy.

At this point, I had a decision to make. Live with this sorry loss, and go out and party, or keep it going all night.

I think we all know where that was heading: one more buy back, being in for 100 big ones.

And the luck came back for a bit, I turned that thirty into sixty, from down 100, I was now down only 40.

That’s when we convinced the peeps that were leaving to play a tournament for twenty. Eight of us would go head to head for 120 smackers.

And lady fortuna, with her undiscriminating turning wheel would suddenly push me out of the water, and into the lucky stratosphere that I know and love. I got jacks three times and they never got cracked. I basically just owned it with the axiom that has started to define my style of play: sometimes its better to be lucky than good.

First there were four.

Then three.

Then I won it all, bitches!

Sean, someone who pays his bills with poker online gets second.

Bombus is third.

Then sean and john and I (with dave sometimes), played three way tournaments until six in the morning. John, in a string of terrible hands, lost every tourney first.

At one point, I called an all in that I should not have, only having twos, and busted hisbluffing ass. That was his type of night.

Poker, what have you done to me.

You have made me 175 dollars richer on the record.

A sad night for boris…

Played poker at 81st on Thursday, and started out like a rockstar, taking my ten and doubling it off of john in my first hand played.

Slowly, I kept rolling the money in, getting good stretches of cards.

People came and people got busted and left, and I was suddenly up forty, the only person not to buy back.

And that’s when it all went to shit. First, I got aces twice and raised too much preflop for no callers. Then had mid pocket pairs I had to fold. Over played eights in the pocket, only to come against ace king that hit. Or Id get two pair, slow play them, and the board would pair on the river to wup my ass. Or I got another two pair, top pair with kings and gables got kings in the pocket for trips.

I sucked it all up. Even at the end, already down fifty, in a last ditch effort, buying another thirty. And in the very last hand, knowing I had to make the most of it, slow played an ace king that hit, only to lose to john on a straight on the river.

Bah humbug. Boo hoo to me.

Gable leaves with a tremendous 150.

John with about sixty.

Even jim, only playing for thirty minutes at the end, doubled up.

And I am the sad pup with nothing.

But still up 65 on the tab.

The meaning of life…

Ive thought about it for a bit, and I see no real, provable reason why we are here on this crazy planet, completely self aware, but ignorant of our purpose.

The cowards hiding behind religion are just too afraid to face the godless truth of chance, the cold hard emptiness of random life out of the void. (Listen, i have nothing against it as ritual and heratige, just as the answer to how we came to be and why we are here).

But fear not, with no discernible reason, the answer lies in the simple act of just making it up for yourself.

But that can be hard too, so I broke it down:

Find something, and someone, to do.

Its elegance lies in its core directness, but truly absorb it. Go out there, find something to do with your life, and someone to share it with.

Doesn’t that ring true?

Don’t say I never told you.

Hair makes the man…

So I finally shaved off this massive scruff I had weighing me down.

Yes, why not another view.

Before that, on Saturday, I played poker for about twelve hours at 81st street. Starting five pm on to five am. I came out 55 richer.

145 in the black.

What does it all mean, anyway?

Praise the Lord...

Strike that. reverse it. My phone was at work the whole weekend, i just never went in to get it for fear that it would not be there. i just couldn't face that finallity.

A very happy moment.

The world rejoices.

Me and all your numbers reunited.

Fucking Finally…

Ive been working on this cool video post for a few days, and it finally came together.

The compressor really fought me. though. I wanted it to be at the most twenty megs, but alas, I had to settle for 28, which is a bitch for any of you not on high speed. I apologize, but I just could not see this beauty split into two. I even made it 200 by 150 instead of the regular 320 by 240.

Also, Sorensen would not shrink it enough, so it is an mpeg, not a native quicktime, which might not be kosher with all of you. And the music jumps because i am working on final cut here at home, not avid, like at work, and im still finding myself in the program. The music just never renders right, and i know its just some little fucking menu thing and ill find it soon enough.

So bear with the download, the quickness of the title, and sorry if you can’t open it, but, enjoy…

My Life in Pictures

Now, if you really can’t see it, its every single picture I have taken (minus about eleven that no one can ever see) strung up into a sequence. Each is up for just two frames (about a fifteenth of a second), which is totally enough to get this cool effect of having some jump out at you.

The music is a very inspiring Modest Mouse, and I do not have the rights for it but this is not for profit and I hope they understand.

Jeez, you loser. You really should get better internet. You are missing out.

I lost my phone. It is impossible to reach me.

The mysterious misdeal…

Poker at 81st. I came late because of work. But I got a full house on the first hand, and a straight on the next, not a bad start.


But of course I did not believe john when I had a top pair and he showed me a king just like mine plus the two to make him the full house.

A few hands later, as a small stack, I went all in for six with a queen jack. John calls so does Katzenbach, a new wesleyanite to this ring, flop comes queen ace nine, john goes all in, katz calls, and we all flip over the cards. My queen jack compared to johns king queen, to katz’s ace king. All in a row. I spike the jack on the river to stay alive and and katz takes most of john.

Except at some point I grabbed the cards to deal. Before or after the flop, that is the question. Because john thinks since I had the deck I made him act first.

Later on, when john had gotten the chip lead back, and lost it to me and angus, and rebought eighty dollars in thirty minutes in a rush of all in madness, he blamed the entire trip on me.

I fought in my defense, but he was just angry, and needed to get it out, because in the end, he kept losing races.

So angus, with aces in the hole three times in the night, never broken, got out big winner, 120. Jim and I left with 60 each, thirty profit for me.


John leaves angry.


Im up ninety for the record.

Am I too paranoid…

I take the r w two stops to times sq because its cold and im lazy. When I got on at the end of work, this kind of in the middle unmoved suitcase lay askew in the train car. I walked near it to sit down. Most new Yorkers, when traveling the underground with luggage, will hold it close, like a dear little bear cub. Not so here. No one took ownership. I had a nervous short ride staring at the boxy mystery, and breathed easy at walking out.

But the day before that I got a fucking treat.

Surprise, surprise…

This is for the few of you who understand how truly weird and random it is to run into people from your tiny little high school.

And it wasn’t just like brushing past them in the street, or a fleeting glance across the opposite subway car.

Dan Cherry works at wieden and kennedy, one of the cooler agencies, and he was a client here, at ps 260.

It’s a small fucking world.