Thursday, September 30, 2010

Quietly rebuilding...

I quit caring. About poker, that is. It showed up in my results. Rather than practicing good BR management, I spewed huge chunks of ca$h in -EV (for me) games, playing beyond my BR. I used to be really careful about my bank roll. I realized a few weeks ago that I just didn't give a shit. Rather than playing to win, I was playing for entertainment. I became one of the folks I used to target.

I have a mission now. I proved to myself this month I can win at rush. Most of my spew was at the rush tables, and rush tends to magnify leaks. I still don't love the variance, but I no longer tilt off huge sums when I'm beat. I played some regular 6max tables last night and for the first time in a while I enjoyed it. I played to win. I folded AA when I was sure I was beat. I pushed for value, not variance. I didn't push the action unless I was way ahead. I beat up on obvious thieves. I quit when I got tired. I quickly got out of tables that weren't working for me. My biggest loss for the night was $7. My biggest pot won was $101. At 25NL. The nut cases are still out there, I'm happy to report.

I want that money I lost back. I have a carrot. There's a tenor sax I want to buy. I'm only going to use poker funds to get it. I've never withdrawn a cent from FT. It's time to enjoy the work I've put into this game. I'm about 1/4 of the way there.

Wish me luck :)

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Monday, August 16, 2010

This soooooo made me want to do this again...


Blackhawk - Why I Love Soaring the Desert from NMERider on Vimeo.
36 miles from Blackhawk Mountain (Lucerene Valley) to Daggett. Song: Bardo by Vas from "Feast of Silence". 4/14/2010.

Had some free time during a render today at work and thought I'd see what the hang gliding scene was like these days. I flew for about 10 years, mostly in Ellenville NY, but flew tons of other sites and contests around the states. I hit 17,000 feet in Colorado (I had an oxygen tank so I wouldn't get hypoxic). Did tons of XC mostly around the 30 - 40 mile range (stupidly tough out east, much easier out west - the conditions are much bigger. Most of my flights were between 2 and 4 hours if I didn't immediately sink out or intentionally take a sled run. Almost like playing a poker tournament. The strategy was to know where the next thermal was going to pop off, how much glide you have between you + the next thermal, where a decent LZ was if you had to land out. You watch leaves, trees, birds, other gliders and all kinds of other crap that floats to find out where the air was moving.

There is nothing in the world like floating around a few thousand feet off the ground. I miss it, but it was SUCH a huge time suck. You're committed for the entire day, and good days happen very infrequently in the east. It's also not a cheap sport. Once you have your equipment though, it will last you a long time if you take good care of it.

It's not as risky as most folks think... but there is risk involved (obviously). I decided if I wasn't going to have the time to fly consistently and stay in practice, I wasn't going to fly at all. So that's the way it remains today. At least I can relive the dream through videos like this....

I didn't know this guy (not sure if he was flying when I was), but he makes a pretty good film - though I did turn off the music... it looks like he has a mic now - I like hearing the wind, cars, kids.... the wings act as giant ears - you'd be amazed at what you can hear on the ground from 2000 feet up.

For anyone at all interested in a full flight, he does this one narrated from start to finish. Not sure why he's on a single surface glider (essentially a training/noob gilder) but he does pretty well with it given the conditions, and there a couple of spots where he's scratching close to the mountain that are entertaining.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

whatever...

6 out of 5 hundred something in a $3 KO tonight.... really all I could think of was sleep. The entire tourney was pretty standard, got the fucked end of a cooler when my 2 pr went down to an 88 runner runner flush to the typical monkey that wins every hand he enters, no matter what cards. I was at his tables for a lot of the tournament and I don't remember 1 hand that he was ahead on. I win that one, I'm leader and probably take down the tourney (yeah, how many times have we all said THAT)

Anyway...still working like a mad man, so not so much time for poker, but when I do play I seem to do OK in the tourneys and sngs. Ring games are still a bitch, gotta work on that.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Road rage

I bike to and from work every day. It's only 5 miles (10 a day) but I love doing it. After 23 years, you get a sense of how people react on the road, and what idiotic things drivers, pedestrians and other bikers are capable of. I used to get aggressive, but quickly realized that defense keeps you alive. Taking my daughter to school every day on a trailer bike has made me even more cautious. I (mostly) follow traffic lights/signs (ok, this is NYC - if there is no oncoming traffic, you're gonna run the red on a bike, just as you'll jaywalk etc... I have no problem with that as long as the coast is VERY clear - it's the dumbfucks that don't pay attention that get hit), watch for turning cars, don't squeeze into impossible spots, don't go flying into traffic...

So yesterday I peddle up to a red light behind a minivan. As I was approaching, the first thing I always do is check for a turning signal. Nothing. My choices are 1. go around the left - stupid, since if the light turns when you get there - as it did in this case - the dude will just gun the car and send you into oncoming traffic...they will never let you pull ahead and over to the right - blind aggression takes over and it becomes some sort of stupid game to them.  2. Move to the right and let the car pass you to the left whenever he gets up to speed (never the option when there is a signal), or 3. stop behind him. I chose the right, as I had plenty of room and he was obviously going straight. The fucker decides to gun it and turn right (I'm positive he saw me, as I was in his right window and almost past him when he gunned it - remember the blind aggression I was talking about?), still no signal and now cutting me off and hitting me, and almost hitting 2 pedestrians crossing the street - they jumped back just in time). I put my hand out to push my bike to the right (making a pretty good slap sound on his window - more on this later...). He finally jacks the brakes. I had turned my bike with the car, so I was unharmed, but pretty fucking pissed. I yelled at him to use his blinkers, flipped him the finger (oops, mistake I think...)  and rode off. Shit like this happens all the time, dumb fucks have no idea what a turning signal is, feel like they own the road, will do anything to make sure they "win" like it's some kind of game... I learn to expect it... whatever... end of story right?

About halfway down the block I hear a car speeding up behind me, look around just in time to see this same stupid fuck chasing me down... he side swipes me again, and knocks me into some parked cars.... with a 2 ton minivan.... wtf? People go to jail for this shit, right? Not in fucking New York. The dude is screaming his ass off about how I almost broke his window (ummm, you mean the noise of you HITTING ME fucktard?)  and gets out of the car.... I've had enough of this shit, ride a little bit away and pull out my phone to call the cops... his ugly ass bitch wife opens her door without looking behind her AND DOORS ANOTHER BIKER TRYING TO PASS!!! Fucking classic. Psycho fuck sees me with the phone and runs over to me and stands a couple feet away threatening to kill me.... meanwhile a cop is standing across the street. Just standing there. With his fat fucking donut filled thumb in his fat fucking ass. Ignoring the whole scene. Dude has car parked in the middle of the street, still running, door open, screaming at me. Cop is uninterested. I yell for the cop to come over - psycho dude hurries back to his car. Cop takes his sweet fucking time crossing the street.

I need to mention, that throughout this whole episode, I am the epitome of calm. As of yet I was unharmed (both times I was hit I was able to move out of the way of serious damage) If the fuckhead had started throwing punches, I had a 10 pound bike lock I could brain his sorry ass with. I didn't want it to come to that, as I've seen waaaaay too many movies where someone tries to defend themselves, and they get thrown in the slammer instead. No idea if that shit's real, but no way I want to find out firsthand. I have a wife already, tyvm, don't need a new one named Bubba. Years of dealing with pressure situations teaches you to remain calm and use your head.

I calmly explain to the fucktard cop what was going on and got the expected answer. "Nothing I can do, I didn't see any of it happen." Fucking cops. Fucking lazy ass piece of shit obviously didn't want any paperwork. At that point I knew I was fucked, and if I press, the fucker will throw both of us in jail. It becomes a case of he said, she said.... and in my case, it would be 2 against one with the bitch wife in the car. I have NO DOUBT WHATSOEVER they would lie their way through everything and I'd end up being the one charged with some fucked up crime.

I'm well aware that there are many bicyclists that break every traffic law ever invented, and go out of their way to piss off motorists. Shit, half of them piss me the fuck off. By the same token there are many motorists that just shouldn't be behind the wheel. If a bike runs a red light and hits a pedestrian, ouch, that hurts but most likely everyone walks away. If a car runs a red or a stop sign and hits someone.... well, the driver can walk away.... not so much the pedestrian.

I would love to see this fucker go to jail. There is no room for that kind of behavior behind the wheel of a car. A car is NOT a toy, dear friends - respect everyone on the road - you're not the only ones allowed to use it. I can't make other bicyclists behave so it's up to the motorists to be on the lookout. You're bigger than them. They can't hurt you, but you sure as hell can hurt them.


edit:
lol - this rant brought to you by the fine penmanship of William Gibson...



I write like
William Gibson
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Friday, July 16, 2010

Apparently....

... I write like Palahniuk*. While that's very flattering, it's total bs. I assume they're just trying to grease you up to feel good about buying whatever crap they're selling on their website. And here I am posting their damn link. You all know by now what a sucker I am....

Now let me tell you how to make soap bombs from human fat....



I write like
Chuck Palahniuk
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*gratuitous waffles link, who posted his first....

Monday, July 12, 2010

Super-fun app

Sorry, another post not about poker.... (since I'm still not playing all that much)

I just downloaded Thumb Jam. I haven't had this much fun with a new program in ages. If you have any amount of musical skill at all (and probably even if you don't) this program will keep you entertained for hours. I haven't been able to do anything else all weekend.... If you have an Iphone, I highly recommend it... take a look at their demos on the media page to get an idea of what it does.

Just as a general note, it seems v4 of the iOS broke Thumb Jam a bit. The workaround for right now is OPEN the app with headphones (or if you're playing it through speakers, insert the speaker cable) inserted in the jack. After it's running you can remove the headphones if you want. It sometimes crashes on close as well, but while it's running it's been pretty solid. The developers know these problems and are working on it, but it's still pretty usable and fun.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

More Pimpage...

Just realized I hadn't posted about Yakshi's book. It's being written every night for the next month. It's a blast. Then again, so is his blog.