About Persuadeo
We are sleepless when something needs doing. Since I paused the blog, I’ve been doing things, other things. I’ve been cooking for myself more and more. I’ve been learning new techniques. Doing small things right. I’m using squashes and cabbage regularly for the first time in years. I’m making the roux I needed for the…
While I am not a believer, there is no better time than Christmas and the end of the year to look back in gratitude. Here is a short list of things and people I’m thankful for. Staying for almost two years at Sdjen’s (via Dr. David’s) second casita. While the neighbors may be suspect, it…
“Insincerity is the worst,” said one of the Phils one time, on some show that was revived like a corpse. I think it was the insincere Phil. Eventually, you can’t tell any of them apart. On HSP, the most insincere commentator in poker, Brent Hanks, is babbling on. We’re doing jokes about thumb jobs and…
In the forgotten roots of poker is much simplicity: it’s just a game to enjoy. My friend Bill Conklin was an exemplar of this attitude. Bill died in July, soon after his 88th birthday. He was a rarity, a man not only at peace with himself but still alert and engaged with the world late…
Our game with the goal of providing a fun alternative to dry Vegas NL poker culture continues. September 2026 Update: We run the 2/3 deepstack Wednesdays and Sundays at 7:30 pm. Sundays is GVR. Wednesdays are now at MGM Grand. We no longer play at Caesars – thanks to James T. and the crew there,…
It’s been a busy year here at poker’s only blog. Yes, that’s a half-joke: the poker writing public has shrunk to near-death margins. (Here is my effort to promote some existing poker blogs – who else is there?) So, highlights from 2024 at OOP. So You Want to Play 100 Hours of 1/3, in four…
My best screenplay is called Variance. The story is about a burned-out tournament player who makes a brief comeback while aiding and then betraying a new casino owner. The ending is nearly tragic but turns sweet and hopeful. I was writing out the future I needed and underneath the haze, wanted, and did not have…
I didn’t know myself. About a year into playing for a living, I was not-so-subtly bragging about success. I remember letting my wallet linger open at the bar or finding reasons to talk about my win rate. I was one of those people who had a graph. In poker, everyone knows which graph you are…