notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

The Gods Must Be Crazy

Almost 2AM...for all intents and purposes, the Vegas trip is over. Well, Matt's down there at the blackjack tables, but I can barely even count to twenty-one right now...have decided instead to post a quick blog before retiring to bed. I came here to play poker, and play poker i did. First there was the 3/6 game at Harrah's on a very jet-lagged Saturday evening. Then after the requisite Vegas buffet meal for brunch on Sunday, I tried my hand at the 10 table No Limit tournament at our hotel. Subsequent to getting knocked out of that, I sat at the 2/4 cash table for what Matt has told me was several hours. Today brought the challenge of another tournament at Balley's...followed again by a session at the low limit table. Then sustenance, then more low stakes madness at the Paris. Ended the night in our first No Limit cash game back over at Balley's. Cab ride. Blog.

As far as poker goes, I'm happy with my performance. I even ended in the black. Having said that, I learned a lot about the weaknesses in my play, and can point out several blunders I made that I will do my best to avoid the next time I'm at a table. And I think we both learned a lot about the swingy nature of luck. Read all the damn books you want, but if the Poker Gods want to give you 94o for three hours straight, there ain't much you can do but stay patient and take advantage of the free drinks.

Meanwhile, I've also learned an awful lot about the depravity of the human species. I will forever equate the relentless beeping and cha- chinging of slot machines, not with the promise of riches, but with the shameless lies and Great Evil that keeps this city going. But who is really to blame - the powers that be...or us? Amidst the stimuli and sensory overload one is subjected to out here, one thing is crystal clear: we want this, and we want more of it. Forget the political mumbo jumbo about American values that we're confronted with so often. It's a deceit. Vegas is America unmasked. A city built on a foundation of violence, cheating and all around bad manners. A desert mecca where we can come to worship the Idols we care about the most - Sex, Money, and Bullshit. I'd like to say I'm above all this, but I'm here, aren't I? On the other hand, I had a lot of fun. I can't seem to stay hydrated, but I'm not sure if that's from the dry heat, or because I've been subliminally induced to slobber all my saliva away.

But I suppose I've said too much. In a land where money flows upstream and waitresses don't wear pants, there are only a few real lessons worth writing home about: stay away from the chicken ranch, don't believe anything anyone tells you, and always have a good kicker. Anything else stays in Vegas, as well it should.