nevermind that previous post.
listen to THIS......
http://traprockpeace.org/podcasts_transcripts/
( fast forward the first 3 minutes past the kookie liberal chick)
It will blow your mind
Monday, February 27, 2006
Friday, February 24, 2006
A puzzle and Ivey
I always thought this was a neat puzzle.
You have a 3 gallon and a 5 gallon bucket and a source of water. How can you get yourself exactly 4 gallons. And this isn't one of those bullshit play on word things that makes you want to kick the person asking you in the balls. This is a real problem with a pragmatic solution.
Some billionaire named Andy Beal is a guy who started a bank and aerospace company. In his spare time he tried of figure out Fermet's theorum and in the process came up with Beal's conjecture. In other words, a smart fucker. He got into the poker scene and wanted to test him self against the best so he went to Vegas and played the best guys. After a while he got pretty good and challenged them all to a game. "The Corporation" is a cooperative of poker pros who accepted his challenge. For the last 4 - 5 years they've played off and on in a one-on-one game.
Two years ago, Beal got the better of them for a couple of million. They had individually taken much more than that from him while he was learning the game, so they seemed undeterred.
A month ago he showed up again and over the last few weeks the pros have rotated in and out and with the bets starting at $50,000 - $100,000, the money floated back and forth with no one getting a significant advantage. Then Beal went on a run. He BUSTED the corporation for $10 million, their entire buy-in in a series of games against Todd Brunson ( son of Doyle), Jennifer Hartman, and Ted Forrest. The corporation was cracked.
Monday Beal showed up again and was all like, " you want some more..... bitches ?"
That's when Phil Ivey walked in.
Four days and $16.5 million dollars later, Andy Beal is retired from poker.
http://www.cardplayer.com/poker_news/detail.php?p_id=841&PHPSESSID=d58f6396b5cf4111a7d1d2c0d3e854ee
Do NOT fuck with Phil Ivey.
You have a 3 gallon and a 5 gallon bucket and a source of water. How can you get yourself exactly 4 gallons. And this isn't one of those bullshit play on word things that makes you want to kick the person asking you in the balls. This is a real problem with a pragmatic solution.
Some billionaire named Andy Beal is a guy who started a bank and aerospace company. In his spare time he tried of figure out Fermet's theorum and in the process came up with Beal's conjecture. In other words, a smart fucker. He got into the poker scene and wanted to test him self against the best so he went to Vegas and played the best guys. After a while he got pretty good and challenged them all to a game. "The Corporation" is a cooperative of poker pros who accepted his challenge. For the last 4 - 5 years they've played off and on in a one-on-one game.
Two years ago, Beal got the better of them for a couple of million. They had individually taken much more than that from him while he was learning the game, so they seemed undeterred.
A month ago he showed up again and over the last few weeks the pros have rotated in and out and with the bets starting at $50,000 - $100,000, the money floated back and forth with no one getting a significant advantage. Then Beal went on a run. He BUSTED the corporation for $10 million, their entire buy-in in a series of games against Todd Brunson ( son of Doyle), Jennifer Hartman, and Ted Forrest. The corporation was cracked.
Monday Beal showed up again and was all like, " you want some more..... bitches ?"
That's when Phil Ivey walked in.
Four days and $16.5 million dollars later, Andy Beal is retired from poker.
http://www.cardplayer.com/poker_news/detail.php?p_id=841&PHPSESSID=d58f6396b5cf4111a7d1d2c0d3e854ee
Do NOT fuck with Phil Ivey.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
It's sweeping the nation
A buddy informed me that Otis Reading did a cover of the Stones' " I Can't Get No Satisfaction" so I punched it up and sure enough, there it was. I gotta say that it is pretty darn good. It might be close to the original. It's definitely better than the Devo cover, but that's not really saying much.
I'm back into the music thing since my wife got an mp3 player last week. I've been loading a ton of outright awful music onto it for her and been trying to find a little something decent as balance. Im no music snob . In fact I'll be the first to tell you that I don't know jack. But there's only so much Hillary Duff and Christian Contemporary Pop you can take before you develop a craving for some good old fashion rock and roll or Motown Soul.
One of the benefits of the mp3 is that I can load the player interviews from Cardplayer.com onto it and take them running with me. I usually can run for about 15-20 minutes before I start feeling miserable and bored. I listened to Mike Matasow interview TJ Cloutier for 40 minutes the other afternoon and time flew.
Despite my earlier commitment, I went back to playing online poker after about 10 days off. The first couple of sessions were fantastic. I was paying attention, I was applying the things I've recently read, and I was winning at a steady rate. Then by the third session I started surfing the web and reading email. By the fourth session I was playing two tables at one, watching TV, and checking emails. It wasn't long before I lost my shirt.
Albert Einstein defined insanity as doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. I can confidently say that I'm not insane. I actually KNOW that I'm going to lose my shirt. I think my problem is more compulsive in nature. For now I'm going to try and stick with the home games. At least there I'm only distracted by my own sobriety and that's easily fixed.
Until next time go over and try this reaction test . I just tried it and cranked out a .196. Good luck touching that.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
the wagon
I'm either off it or on it or however the saying goes.
I have issues.
Here is what you get if you google the phrase "latin gamble" under images
I remember when I used to party like that.
I have issues.
Here is what you get if you google the phrase "latin gamble" under images
I remember when I used to party like that.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
clearly wrong...but somewhat understandable
MARION COUNTY, Fla. -- A man has been arrested for fatally beating his roommate with a sledgehammer and a claw hammer because there was no toilet tissue in the home, authorities said.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Monday, February 13, 2006
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Lavoisier can kiss my Lavoisi-ass
I'm calling bullshit on the conservation of mass .
Anyone who had to shovel a 4 car driveway after the tempature rose to 34 degrees knows what I'm talking about.
Anyone who had to shovel a 4 car driveway after the tempature rose to 34 degrees knows what I'm talking about.
Friday, February 10, 2006
Jime Rome vs Chuck Norris
I see Jim Rome continues to surface from time to time. What an annoying prick. He makes Howard Eskin look like a prince.
But whenever he really starts to annoy me I just watch this and everything is alright.
Rome getting his ass kicked
And then theres Chuck
But whenever he really starts to annoy me I just watch this and everything is alright.
Rome getting his ass kicked
And then theres Chuck
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
(literally) Holy Shit
I don't know if i ever posted this here before, but I just told someone this story.
One year i did the Seaford Road Race as my first race of the year. It's 100 miles long.
Between the morning coffee and the first hard effort of the year, my stomach was rumblin' and bumblin' pretty good by mile 30. I figured that after a while, if I ignored it, it would just go away. If I had to stop, there was no chance of me catching back up to the 100 man field.
I was wrong.
As the miles ticked by, things got worse and worse. 40 miles in I had since given up on the idea of finishing the race and had resigned myself to just relieving the pain. To compound matters, Seaford is in southern Delaware near the shore and is as flat as a pancake. There are few houses around, and the ones that are there are the type of places that shoot first and ask questions later. If they catch you taking a dump on their lawn that probably changes to shoot first, set you on fire second, then ask questions. The course is 10 miles around, but the start finish is at a church and the cars and bathroom facilities are another 5 miles back into town. In short, after ten more miles of suffering, I could not find anyplace to go. I figured I'd have to hold it and trek back to town.
As the finish line approached it became obvious to me that I was not going to make it back town. As the riders rolled through I quickly yelled to the officials that I was dropping out. As discreetly and hastily as possible I made a beeline for the back of the church...it was my only hope.
In a panic I tore off my jersey, ripped down my shorts, and relaxed as best I could. What happened next can only be described as Vesuvian. I'd use Mt. St. Helian but that doesn't flow off the tongue smoothly.
It then occurred to me that I had no toilet paper. It also quickly became apparent that the main foliage in southern Delaware consists of pine trees. I had briefly considered some unique uses for a pine cone, then thought better.
I was about to sacrifice one of my socks when I realized that i had a race number on. Perfect ! I took care of business and pulled my shorts up.
When i turned around I was stunned by the evil i saw. The back of the church was besmirched with a horrible brown stain that stood 6 feet tall and 4 foot in diameter. I was repulsed ( and oddly proud) and what I had created...and ON A CHURCH no less. Ashamed and surely damned to hell I started to clear out as quickly as possible....then I remember the number.
If they had my number, they could trace the crime back to me. Sure it was a longs shot, but better men then me had been taken out by far less.
With unequalled disgust I retrieved the number. And with great care I folded it and placed it into my jersey pocket. Then I snuck out the other end of the church lot, and so no one could see me, rode the long way back, shamed and broken.
There are times I miss bicycle racing. This, however, is not one of them.
One year i did the Seaford Road Race as my first race of the year. It's 100 miles long.
Between the morning coffee and the first hard effort of the year, my stomach was rumblin' and bumblin' pretty good by mile 30. I figured that after a while, if I ignored it, it would just go away. If I had to stop, there was no chance of me catching back up to the 100 man field.
I was wrong.
As the miles ticked by, things got worse and worse. 40 miles in I had since given up on the idea of finishing the race and had resigned myself to just relieving the pain. To compound matters, Seaford is in southern Delaware near the shore and is as flat as a pancake. There are few houses around, and the ones that are there are the type of places that shoot first and ask questions later. If they catch you taking a dump on their lawn that probably changes to shoot first, set you on fire second, then ask questions. The course is 10 miles around, but the start finish is at a church and the cars and bathroom facilities are another 5 miles back into town. In short, after ten more miles of suffering, I could not find anyplace to go. I figured I'd have to hold it and trek back to town.
As the finish line approached it became obvious to me that I was not going to make it back town. As the riders rolled through I quickly yelled to the officials that I was dropping out. As discreetly and hastily as possible I made a beeline for the back of the church...it was my only hope.
In a panic I tore off my jersey, ripped down my shorts, and relaxed as best I could. What happened next can only be described as Vesuvian. I'd use Mt. St. Helian but that doesn't flow off the tongue smoothly.
It then occurred to me that I had no toilet paper. It also quickly became apparent that the main foliage in southern Delaware consists of pine trees. I had briefly considered some unique uses for a pine cone, then thought better.
I was about to sacrifice one of my socks when I realized that i had a race number on. Perfect ! I took care of business and pulled my shorts up.
When i turned around I was stunned by the evil i saw. The back of the church was besmirched with a horrible brown stain that stood 6 feet tall and 4 foot in diameter. I was repulsed ( and oddly proud) and what I had created...and ON A CHURCH no less. Ashamed and surely damned to hell I started to clear out as quickly as possible....then I remember the number.
If they had my number, they could trace the crime back to me. Sure it was a longs shot, but better men then me had been taken out by far less.
With unequalled disgust I retrieved the number. And with great care I folded it and placed it into my jersey pocket. Then I snuck out the other end of the church lot, and so no one could see me, rode the long way back, shamed and broken.
There are times I miss bicycle racing. This, however, is not one of them.
Excellent article
This is from the Feb 6 Newsweek. It's neither pro- nor anti- Bush so feel free to read having your convictions challenged.
It outlines the internal struggles between lawyers within the DOJ as well as between the White House and outside agencies.
I think it does show that when push comes to shove the White House ( and this this truism is independent of who holds office) will eventually get the administration and agency concurrence that it desires. This goes a long way to supporting an aggressive separation of powers as well as making a strong argument in support of the Twenty-second amendment.
http://msnbc.msn.com/id/11079547/site/Newsweek/
They were loyal conservatives, and Bush appointees. They fought a quiet battle to rein in the president's power in the war on terror. And they paid a price for it. A NEWSWEEK investigation.
See what happens when I can't play poker online. You better hope that the next 37 days go quickly.
It outlines the internal struggles between lawyers within the DOJ as well as between the White House and outside agencies.
I think it does show that when push comes to shove the White House ( and this this truism is independent of who holds office) will eventually get the administration and agency concurrence that it desires. This goes a long way to supporting an aggressive separation of powers as well as making a strong argument in support of the Twenty-second amendment.
http://msnbc.msn.com/id/11079547/site/Newsweek/
They were loyal conservatives, and Bush appointees. They fought a quiet battle to rein in the president's power in the war on terror. And they paid a price for it. A NEWSWEEK investigation.
See what happens when I can't play poker online. You better hope that the next 37 days go quickly.
Red Pepper-Walnut Paste
I wouldn't steer you wrong, I'll steer you strong...If you make this stuff you'll be happy you did.
Red Pepper-Walnut Paste
reprinted without permission from http://www.recipelink.com
Based on the Middle Eastern sauce called muhammara (an Arabic word meaning "the color of red bricks"), this delicious paste is simultaneously pungent, slightly hot, and sweet. I make it often and keep it around for many uses: as a topping for pilafs and other cooked grains, for spreading on pizzettas, crostini, crackers, and sandwiches, and as a dip for cooked or raw tables. Try spreading Red Pepper Walnut Paste on grilled tofu, fish, or chicken breasts for a fantastic barbecue experience.
Yield:3 to 4 cups
Preparation time: 10 minutes, after the peppers are roasted
2 heaping cups lightly toasted walnuts
2 to 3 medium cloves garlic
4 medium-sized red bell peppers (about 2 pounds), roasted and peeled
1 tablespoon plus 2 teaspoons cider vinegar
3 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
1/4 teaspoon ground cumin
1 teaspoon honey
1 1/4 teaspoons salt (or to taste)
Black pepper and cayenne to taste
* This keeps well for at least a week if stored in an airtight container in the refrigerator. In fact, the flavors deepen over time
* For a California twist, you can use almonds in place of the walnuts
Place the walnuts and garlic cloves in a food processor and pulse until they are finely ground, but not yet a paste.
Seed the peppers, cut them into chunks, and add them to the walnuts, along with the vinegar, lemon juice, cumin, and honey. Process to a fairly smooth paste, then transfer to a bowl, and season to taste with salt, pepper, and cayenne.
Cover tightly and store in the refrigerator. Use as desired.
Red Pepper-Walnut Paste
reprinted without permission from http://www.recipelink.com
Based on the Middle Eastern sauce called muhammara (an Arabic word meaning "the color of red bricks"), this delicious paste is simultaneously pungent, slightly hot, and sweet. I make it often and keep it around for many uses: as a topping for pilafs and other cooked grains, for spreading on pizzettas, crostini, crackers, and sandwiches, and as a dip for cooked or raw tables. Try spreading Red Pepper Walnut Paste on grilled tofu, fish, or chicken breasts for a fantastic barbecue experience.
Yield:3 to 4 cups
Preparation time: 10 minutes, after the peppers are roasted
2 heaping cups lightly toasted walnuts
2 to 3 medium cloves garlic
4 medium-sized red bell peppers (about 2 pounds), roasted and peeled
1 tablespoon plus 2 teaspoons cider vinegar
3 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
1/4 teaspoon ground cumin
1 teaspoon honey
1 1/4 teaspoons salt (or to taste)
Black pepper and cayenne to taste
* This keeps well for at least a week if stored in an airtight container in the refrigerator. In fact, the flavors deepen over time
* For a California twist, you can use almonds in place of the walnuts
Place the walnuts and garlic cloves in a food processor and pulse until they are finely ground, but not yet a paste.
Seed the peppers, cut them into chunks, and add them to the walnuts, along with the vinegar, lemon juice, cumin, and honey. Process to a fairly smooth paste, then transfer to a bowl, and season to taste with salt, pepper, and cayenne.
Cover tightly and store in the refrigerator. Use as desired.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
chain letter
My brother just sent me a chain letter containing a poem.
If I forward it I'll receive good fortune. If I do not, I'll contract syphillus or something of the sort.
I am going to choose to risk it. But I firgured no good deed should go unpunished so I replied with the following message to my brother and to all the people he included in the original email.
Dear Mike,
Thanks for the message. Interestingly enough I too have been working on a poem:
Day and Night
White and Black
Send me another message like that
And I'll kick you in the nutsack
-Bill
If I forward it I'll receive good fortune. If I do not, I'll contract syphillus or something of the sort.
I am going to choose to risk it. But I firgured no good deed should go unpunished so I replied with the following message to my brother and to all the people he included in the original email.
Dear Mike,
Thanks for the message. Interestingly enough I too have been working on a poem:
Day and Night
White and Black
Send me another message like that
And I'll kick you in the nutsack
-Bill
Monday, February 06, 2006
40
I have never been able to determind why 40 was such a big number for the bible.
40 days and 40 nights doesn't seem to correlate to any particular event. It's not a number that easily divides into the year, has nothing to do with the moon's cycle ( or consequently a woman's cycle which is a weird correlation to be discussed another time), and you really can't grow anything in that time.
The best i can figure is that 40 days and 40 nights is not a short amount of time and not really a long amount of time. It's just about the right amount of time. And that works enough for me.
So I'm off online poker for 40 days and 40 nights starting yesterday.
And I'm contemplating going off the sauce for that same period of time, but I'm realistic enough to know that I might need the medicinal effect of the booze to help me shake the poker habit.
Hopefully the resultant angst will cause enough dissatisfaction to generate a little content for my writing. I find I work best slightly angry.
40 days and 40 nights doesn't seem to correlate to any particular event. It's not a number that easily divides into the year, has nothing to do with the moon's cycle ( or consequently a woman's cycle which is a weird correlation to be discussed another time), and you really can't grow anything in that time.
The best i can figure is that 40 days and 40 nights is not a short amount of time and not really a long amount of time. It's just about the right amount of time. And that works enough for me.
So I'm off online poker for 40 days and 40 nights starting yesterday.
And I'm contemplating going off the sauce for that same period of time, but I'm realistic enough to know that I might need the medicinal effect of the booze to help me shake the poker habit.
Hopefully the resultant angst will cause enough dissatisfaction to generate a little content for my writing. I find I work best slightly angry.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Borgota
I took the train down to A.C. on Monday night.
Once again I have to give a big thumbs up to Amtrak. Comfy chairs, outlets for the laptop at every seat, clean bathrooms, smooth rails... really a great way to travel. For $13 I got to center city Philadelphia in the same time as driving, with no tolls, no parking headaches, NO GAS, and I was able to watch a movie.
N.J. transit was a little behind the times and their trains are pretty old school, but I caught a nap and for another $7 from Phila-A.C. I found myself on the boardwalk.
I played $2/$4 limit for a while and picked up about $80. Then took a nap for a few hours to wake up for the 5:15 AM !!!! tourney at the Trop. That's typically a game for the dealers getting off their shift to play against the dealers starting their shift and the results for me was about a well as expect...meaning awful.
After a nice brunch we rolled over to the Borgota to watch the pros play from 36 down to 6 for the World Poker Tour. It was pretty neat to watch and stand with the guys you see on T.V. The top players definately have a alpha-male confidence that permeates the room. I found them intimidating and I wasn't even sitting at the table. Some short observations:
* Two wheelchair bound players at the final 2 tables. No comment other than I found that notable
* I saw an amateur player call an all-in with QQ. His ladies held up to the suited AK. When the hand was over he was shaking so badly that he could not stack his chips and had to leave the room to compose himself. Seeing as the difference between getting busted at that point and winning was $16,000 to $1.1 million, his nervousness was understandable. I saw a couple of the pros make play for twice as much money multiple times with the demeanor of a man reading the newspaper with his morning coffee.
* At my $2/$4 game I was seated with a family of Greek senior citizens. In the middle of the game an arguement broke out. While it was heated and loud, it was entirely in greek. The only word in English that i could understand was BANANA BOAT which was being screamed over and over again. I have no idea what they could have possibly been arguing about, but I wouldn't suggest saying "banana boat" if you ever find yourself in Crete.
Once again I have to give a big thumbs up to Amtrak. Comfy chairs, outlets for the laptop at every seat, clean bathrooms, smooth rails... really a great way to travel. For $13 I got to center city Philadelphia in the same time as driving, with no tolls, no parking headaches, NO GAS, and I was able to watch a movie.
N.J. transit was a little behind the times and their trains are pretty old school, but I caught a nap and for another $7 from Phila-A.C. I found myself on the boardwalk.
I played $2/$4 limit for a while and picked up about $80. Then took a nap for a few hours to wake up for the 5:15 AM !!!! tourney at the Trop. That's typically a game for the dealers getting off their shift to play against the dealers starting their shift and the results for me was about a well as expect...meaning awful.
After a nice brunch we rolled over to the Borgota to watch the pros play from 36 down to 6 for the World Poker Tour. It was pretty neat to watch and stand with the guys you see on T.V. The top players definately have a alpha-male confidence that permeates the room. I found them intimidating and I wasn't even sitting at the table. Some short observations:
* Two wheelchair bound players at the final 2 tables. No comment other than I found that notable
* I saw an amateur player call an all-in with QQ. His ladies held up to the suited AK. When the hand was over he was shaking so badly that he could not stack his chips and had to leave the room to compose himself. Seeing as the difference between getting busted at that point and winning was $16,000 to $1.1 million, his nervousness was understandable. I saw a couple of the pros make play for twice as much money multiple times with the demeanor of a man reading the newspaper with his morning coffee.
* At my $2/$4 game I was seated with a family of Greek senior citizens. In the middle of the game an arguement broke out. While it was heated and loud, it was entirely in greek. The only word in English that i could understand was BANANA BOAT which was being screamed over and over again. I have no idea what they could have possibly been arguing about, but I wouldn't suggest saying "banana boat" if you ever find yourself in Crete.
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