the last time I posted i was 32. Now I'm 33. Doesn't feel all that different. In fact, it doesn't feel different at all. Am I wiser? doubtful. Am I more mature? probably not. The only thing I can say now is that I'm a third of the way to 100. next stop I guess is halfway (unless you want to count 7/20 or 2/5). That is assuming, of course, that I'm going to make it to 100.
Since Monday was a holiday from work I decided to venture to a card room up north and play in a little daily tournament that they have. The structure is horrible, you start out with T4000 and the blinds begin at T100/200. By the time the second round comes around, the BB is 1/10 of your stack (assuming you haven't won anything). Ridiculous. You need to win your first hand or you're in trouble.
First hand of the toruney I get QQ and pop it up to T1000 and pick up about T500. The next hand I get 55 and pick up the pot after the flop comes 23J. I don't catch anything for a couple of rounds when I find KQd and raise it. By this time I had been blinded down so much that I should have pushed all in, instead like donkey I only doubled the BB and of course had the SB and BB come along for the ride. Flop comes A-K-rag and I know that one of them has an A and fold to the BB's bet on the turn. He folds to the SB's all in showing KJ. Had I pushed all in pre-flop there's no way the SB would have called with her A7o. After that I only had enough to cover my blinds and had to shove with crap at the same time that someone caught QQ. Chalk it up to a learning experience.
-tmo
Don't get me wrong
I like NPR, listen to it every day. And today being MLK day here I've enjoyed listening to the recordings of Dr. King's speeches. The man was a great orator. At times as I'm listening I think "man, he's kind of rambling" but then all of a sudden he ties it all together and it hits you. It all makes sense.
His last speech ("I've been to the mountain top"), the one he made just days before he was killed, was really eerie. Maybe it's just coincidence, but his last paragraph almost sounds like a challenge to those who are plotting to kill him. If I knew there was a plot to kill me, I don't think I could stand in front of all those people and deliver such powerful words.
So I'm listening to this speech and when it's over NPR decides to play "In the name of love" by U2 as a musical interlude. huh? I like the song. But in that whole song there's one mention of MLK. Of all the songs they choose to play, that one? Kind of put a damper on the whole thing.
-tmo
His last speech ("I've been to the mountain top"), the one he made just days before he was killed, was really eerie. Maybe it's just coincidence, but his last paragraph almost sounds like a challenge to those who are plotting to kill him. If I knew there was a plot to kill me, I don't think I could stand in front of all those people and deliver such powerful words.
So I'm listening to this speech and when it's over NPR decides to play "In the name of love" by U2 as a musical interlude. huh? I like the song. But in that whole song there's one mention of MLK. Of all the songs they choose to play, that one? Kind of put a damper on the whole thing.
-tmo
No ark
Of course as soon as I posted about the rain it stopped. SWMBO was very excited at the prospect of a rain free day while I was hoping it would rain. I mean, we were less than a week away from breaking the record of continuous days of rain (33). Maybe it rained somewhere else in the city today so the streak is still on. I have to admit that it was pretty nice with the sun shining today, but still....
start building the ark
it's rained for 26 days straight here and there's no sign that it's going to let up. I don't really mind it but the missus is not digging it. If it's raining, that means the temperature is at least in the 30s. And you don't have to dig rain.
-tmo
-tmo
unsung
You'll never see my name in the credits, but in some small way I associated with the Iron Chef America. My friend J works at the Food Network as a researcher for the show and every so often he asks me to help with an obscure ingredient that one of the Iron Chefs requests.
Not that I'm even a big fan of ICA, it lacks that certain passion that the Japanese Iron Chef show had, but I like the challenge of trying to figure out what these foods are.
The first challenge is trying to figure out what they hell the IC is asking for. Apparently his English writing skills are pretty bad, because the ingredients are invariably misspelled.
One of the latest ingredients was called "shutou," (originally spelled "syutou" when given to my friend) which after some searching I discovered to be the "salted offal of bonito."
uh.
From dictionary.com:
"offal:
n : viscera and trimmings of a butchered animal often considered inedible by humans"
Often considered inedible. But apparently not always, because someone had the brilliant idea of salting it and eating it. Supposedly this is something that is often consumed with copious amounts of alcohol. I know I would need to be very, VERY drunk to even consider eating this. I would need to be so blitzed that when someone told me I was about to eat offal I would need to hear "Waffles" and my brain would need to be so far gone that I could not recognize salted fish guts sitting in front of me. And hopefully if I was drunk enough to eat this, I would have already passed out.
-tmo
Not that I'm even a big fan of ICA, it lacks that certain passion that the Japanese Iron Chef show had, but I like the challenge of trying to figure out what these foods are.
The first challenge is trying to figure out what they hell the IC is asking for. Apparently his English writing skills are pretty bad, because the ingredients are invariably misspelled.
One of the latest ingredients was called "shutou," (originally spelled "syutou" when given to my friend) which after some searching I discovered to be the "salted offal of bonito."
uh.
From dictionary.com:
"offal:
n : viscera and trimmings of a butchered animal often considered inedible by humans"
Often considered inedible. But apparently not always, because someone had the brilliant idea of salting it and eating it. Supposedly this is something that is often consumed with copious amounts of alcohol. I know I would need to be very, VERY drunk to even consider eating this. I would need to be so blitzed that when someone told me I was about to eat offal I would need to hear "Waffles" and my brain would need to be so far gone that I could not recognize salted fish guts sitting in front of me. And hopefully if I was drunk enough to eat this, I would have already passed out.
-tmo
it's funny....
I only read a few blogs regularly, and even then, I read a lot fewer since we got our house. So I was reading the Tao of poker and decided to randomly click on a few links and see what's out there in the world of poker blogs. The first one was a 404. The second one was a guy whose last post was July 2005 and the next was even earlier then that. The second blogger began with "it's been a while." It's kind of funny because I've been there too. Probably 80% of us bloggers start and then eventually give up. Just like keeping a journal. Which makes those who keep it up week after week really amazing.
-tmo
-tmo
My first dream and a good start
2006. Wow.
The first dream i remember having this year was of getting a speeding ticket. I hope that isn't an omen of the year to come.
Something I do hope is an omen of things to come is taking 4th in my first online sit-n-go tourney this year. Sure, it wasn't first, but in the money isn't bad.
Happy New Years to all.
-tmo
The first dream i remember having this year was of getting a speeding ticket. I hope that isn't an omen of the year to come.
Something I do hope is an omen of things to come is taking 4th in my first online sit-n-go tourney this year. Sure, it wasn't first, but in the money isn't bad.
Happy New Years to all.
-tmo
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