Wednesday, July 29, 2009
The Jabber Wock Songs
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Good Times
A Process of Illumination
During bad times, we get unhappy. Let’s say we wanted to be less unhappy during bad times. We could train ourselves to do it, if we were to use our bad times as opportunities to practice getting better at getting over bad times. The ideal arrangement would be if we had lots of bad times to practice on, so that we could get better even faster.
So, to help us accelerate the process of learning how to handle bad times, we decide to invent a new game. We call it: Bad Times. The purpose of Bad Times is to cause bad times for everyone. The more the better, and the worse the better.
We’d want our game to unleash waves of agony and anger, again and again, on every player. We would call our game a success if it caused depression, oppression, beguilement, defilement. Bad Times would follow us around and cause us grief, by souring our relationships, our disposition, and our grapes. We would design and refine our game to be seductive, and addictive, in multiple ways, so that its snares snag many, many times.
Our game would not be like chess. At chess, whoever plays the best wins. Where’s the agony in that? Our game must be viciously unjust: the better you play, the more exquisite will be your torture. To that end, we will employ a significant randomizing agent. Something like randomly selected pieces of paper with markings on them would work. We would attenuate the luck factor so that it causes the maximum amount of confusion, and delusion, and bad times, and very bad times.
Our game would not be like football or any other game that has teams. A team forms a supportive network that makes losing easier. We’ll have none of that in our game. Not only nobody and I mean nobody shares your pain, they will probably enjoy it.
Mountain climbing is painful, but Bad Times would not be anything like mountain climbing. A mountain climber is so busy at not freezing to death and not falling to death that his pain doesn’t really get a chance to cook properly. Our game would have gaps in the action, plenty of time for steaming, and simmering, and stewing, and boiling, plenty of time to allow the thinking mind to wander off and injure itself, so that we can practice healing it.
Let’s see. What else. Oh, I know. Proximity. We’ll sit in a circle as close as we can get without touching. That way the bad vibes of Bad Times can spread easily and quickly, spraying fertile spores of conflict. And let’s have comfortable chairs that stick to people who are stuck. And we’ll have dealers, ghastly beasts possessing wizardly powers, able to raise the frequency and pungency of the bad times.
What would be at stake? What could we put on the line that would pour on the pain? What could we lose that would amplify the anguish? Pride? Of course there would be that, but loss of pride is not nearly severe enough to do the damage we’re after here. Plus, everyone doesn’t have it, so everyone can’t lose it. We need something that is universally valuable. Something everyone has, and wants more of.
We decide that in our new game, the loser will pay, not only in pride, but also in cash. Money buys time, and food, and choices. Money is time, and food and choices. Money equals food. Food equals life. Money equals life. Broke equals death. In our society wagering money is as close as we can get to betting our lives. With so much at stake, our game is sure to cause desperation, and treachery, and man, this is truly a nasty game we are inventing here.. Do you think we’ll be able to get anybody to play?
We play our new game, and the bad times come, and we remember to follow our breathing. In, and out. In, and out. By doing so, we set aside our thoughts about what went wrong and step away from our thoughts about what might go wrong, and for that moment, when those thoughts are gone, so too is unhappiness. By eliminating the past, and eliminating the future, we give ourselves this present. We will practice this process of elimination, using our new game, and it will become for us a process of illumination. Let us play.
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In other news, this month is looking good :)
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Embarrasing HU session
Eww is probably the best way to describe it. From there it just got worse as he proceeded to crack every big pair I got. This guy was so aggro I just couldn't find folds in any of these spots.
And so on. I think I lost with every pocket pair all said and done and it's just amazing! Maybe that's why I don't play more HU cash online!
Anyway, I'm going to give it another shot sanz beer. I'm really bummed about that because I've been really trying to approach the game in the best, most professional way possible but let my guard down for some reason. The think I hate most about the introduction of booze into my game is the doubt it creates after a loss. As in, was I playing as well as I thought I was? You just don't know until you dig through the hand histories, which can be really painful after a night like that. Considering the hand above with JJ where he runner runnered a bigger boat. . . I have to wonder if the influence of booze isn't painfully obvious. What booze is good at is extending the length and breadth of your emotions. . . and there is just no place in poker for emotion.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Yes.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
New Plan
Long losing streaks are serious business. If allowed to go unchecked a bad run can take you right out of the game until suddenly you're thinking "Uh oh I need a freaking job again."
Well that's not allowed to happen obviously and to forestall this and get everything back on the right track I am hereby conducting a Life Over-Haul.
For starters I am going to start taking my spiritual practice more seriously. What practice is that you may ask? It's actually exactly whatever I feel like practicing, only I'm going to do MORE of it, specifically incorporating some vissapana meditation, which I will hereby refer to as "Bhavana" which is a more correct term. The word meditation has actually been twisted all over the place over the last 25 centuries and it's lead to quite a few mental roadblocks (for me at least). According to What The Buddha Taught the true meaning of Bhavana is more like "mental development" which, as it suggests, is actually work, not some Alan Watts-esque practice of blissed out free love fantasizing. I love Alan Watts and really appreciate much of his work, but in trying to sell meditation to a Western audience he has given us some really bad impressions about what meditation actually is, and whether that's his fault or my fault, I've never been able to integrate the practice into my life even though it sounds clearly beneficial for me. The books I'm reading now are really going to help me make some positive changes and I'm really excited to see what happens.
There are two other books I can highly reccomend though I have not finished them yet:
It wouldn't be a bad rule of thumb if you never ever played poker if you weren't perfectly happy and content inside. Competitive hunger is OK, but ultimately, on some level, you should be having fun. Not just for your games sake, but also for your own personal mental health.
I have been going crazy. Fortunately, I am not a stranger to crazy, so I am able to hang with the vagaries of this job in the long term, but it does behoove me to work to fix up my thinking so that I can operate from as clean and lucid a place as I can.
Some other changes-
Lately however I've been loving it less and less. My memory has never been outstanding and now it has pretty much completely evaporated to the point that I sometimes feel like I'm just drifting in empty space with no past or future. . . . I actually don't think that's all too horrible a feeling to have, but it's not a very productive one for sure, and I've spent enough time there.
Drinking is also a recurring theme in my life. I love drinking. It's expensive as hell, reliably unhealthy and fat inducing, but god I love a good Belgium, a pinot, a glass of good scotch. . . I can seriously wax romantic over my favorite beverages as though they are each a member of my own private Harem. . . a drink for every occasion, and an occasion for every drink!
One problem is that I'm very indulgent with myself. I never save money because as soon as I have it my life program devolves into deliberate and constant debauchery. If I wake up with a hangover I'll go get sushi for those tasty Omega 3 laden slivers of raw salmon to rescusitate my aching brain. If I'm walking my dogs it's over to Amnesia Brewing on Mississippi. (Their winter specialty brew was a Belgium called Dubbel Whammy that had me going there nearly every day for over a month. Our dogs instintively try to walk in there now when I walk by, which I do more and more lately, because they don't have a beer I really love right now).
Here are some decisions I'm making, to sum up-
Some Bhavana every day.
As always, I am considering yoga as well. For some reason I've been really attracted to the idea of yoga for a long time, but a certain part of me is horrified by all that stretching on command as well and all of the inevitable mindless hippy jargon that seems to follow right behind. I've got nothing against hippy jargon as a rule, but when it gets just straight dumb and new agey I start hating people.
Peace out.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Brain pudding sloshing in my skull
I'm not really sure what to do. I've been focusing on keeping my head cool and playing the best cards I know how but it's getting very difficult. Luckily I excersize pretty decent bank roll management so I'm still able to play at full steam for now.
For weeks it was that my big hands haven't been holding up. . . that's still happening but with some new flavors of crushing dissapointment creeping in. Lately I've actually been accumulating nice stacks and winning pots early in these tourney only to crash head first into the nuts somewhere around final table time. I'm mostly confident still in my game. . . I think I'm playing well but I need to take a closer look possibly and see what I can tune up. There are all sorts of subtle ways for a winning player to get brow beaten and start playing like shit in some spots in an effort to try and hurry up and win some pots finally.
Sick, gross, boring stuff. I'm hoping I'll be able to turn this blog around soon with some good news, cuz man the bad news is getting really old. . .