Travels and journeys.
The countdown was not what I thought it was. Beyond the obvious, I thought the subtext to the countdown was something to do with my bankroll, and how its latest iteration might finally fail. Then the dreams started. I began to see my life in a different way. I did not think this was possible.…
Is there meaning in the cards? Perhaps. You can explore the symbologies of the game, and that may help give your life a more graspable context. The strategic value of this analysis is minimal. However, there are ways of looking at the game that can aid you, especially at times of crisis. The basic perspective…
Near dawn at the WSOP, one card away. The tournament section has long gone quiet, but the cash desk and the staff directors are humming; poker goes on, long after the cameras are off. I’m playing more of these hours, and more often, trying to expose myself to profitable games even when I’m not in…
I feel fear. I’ve just made an outrageous play, squeezing then barreling off into two players. I’m drawing to three outs – I hope. The enemy unit is taking a lot of time. That’s fine, the game is in the mind, not the plastic rectangles on the felt. However, while I’m waiting to see how…
It’s before dawn yet still hot. I’m clicking through the short-forms, stamping approval of some and stamping all into my subconscious. The new paradigm is that you don’t actually watch a drama, you piece it together from highlights and create a whole alternate work. Maybe the ambitious mix up the series entirely; could I prefer…
When I don’t hear from Sergio, I figure I am free for the evening and return to the WSOP. I’m getting to know the temporary pool of visiting players, a sort of circus of two-five action. There’s Daniella the Columbian. Josh the Firefighter. Levi the pro. Abdul the goof. Lots of other now familiar faces.…
More hours. I am tired at last, sleeping until dawn for the first night in weeks. Strangely, the lights are on. I am confused until I realize there has been an outage and a power surge, triggering the fancier electronics. Even lamps have remote controls now; to think people complain about capitalism. Without love’s clear…
After the Saturday’s heartbreak – and I do feel the reverse, such sober disappointment– day twenty-nine brings renewal. I try to listen to the usual podcasts and “creator” hodge-podge but I am fatigued by their banality. I’m ready for something different. The latest deepstack game sees some Hungry Horse players join us. They open huge…