
At whatever cost: 8 (winning sessions in a row)
I went to the pond at the local cemetery the other day as I often do to feed the ducks. And during this unseasonably warm afternoon I walked down towards the shore only to be upset by the sight of a decaying floating carcase of a baby duck. This unsightly tragedy really got me down; eventually the blatant irony of the situation began to sink in. How could a graveyard of thousands of dead humans not arise an ounce of emotion, yet one passed away toddler water fowl could darken the brightest day. I guess the obvious response would be that I cared and fed for the duck and thus would feel stronger for its passing, but this appears to be too convenient. It seems more to be an issue of clarity. The matter at hand is glaring; for if the duck had been buried and morned by means of a tombstone I would not have felt such strong remorse. Now what the hell does this have to do with poker? It got me thinking about leaks in my game (as pretty much everything does). Just because I was making money at poker and trying out new things it seemed
like there still were serious dysfunctions still occurring that were buried by a general consistency of mild success. It wasn't until such problems became painfully obvious that much needed redeveloping commenced. The ancient Chinese got it best with the word for crisis and opportunity being one in the same.

"Well like this morning, I poured orange juice in my cereal. I wasn't thinking. I just grabbed it...poured it. I was half asleep. Then, I realized I love it- I think it's a great mix. Then, I realized it's the coporations and the advertisers who prevent us from doing stuff like this. They program us to think one way- milk/cereal...then u realize orange juice/cereal is fine- it all goes in the same place, you know the old saying."
It's curious what exactly in our environment develops one's personality. Seems like all great man rise into well developed dispositions by means of emerging triumphantly from hardships. It is like in Little Miss Sunshine when Frank is consulting Dwayne and he reminds him of how Proust revered the years in which he suffered in his life the most as his best, for they made him the great writer into which he matured. Like my father once told me, "it's the toughest storms that make the best pilots."

aspects of life that are solely positive in moderation. There is this invisible line that once crossed they are no longer contributing to your happiness, but rather reducing your overall utility. And the funny thing about such invisible lines, the only way to find them is to cross them.
Close your eyes (figuratively). Now imagine yourself as a woman in an abusive relationship. Even though he mistreats you physically and mentally for some reason you can not make yourself leave him. You continue this unhealthy relationship despite the irrationality of the situation. Now imagine that oppressed woman as your present day self and that abusive husband/boyfriend as bluffing in poker. Now open your eyes (figuratively).
Too much money has been wasted as a result of such carelessness and too many lives were wasted in senseless battling in arctic conditions. Hopefully wisdom accumulates faster than old habits die hard.
First and foremost I would like to preface with the acknowledgement that I am privileged to be surrounded by such great friends. Secondly I would like to share a most excellent moment that concluded a great day. After an afternoon of entertaining playoff football and a lovely evening with some friends I was driving home at 1:30am listening to my IPod on shuffle. As I was passing through one of the shadier neighborhoods off N. Dekalb Ave Dr. Dre's Forget About Dre came on and I proceeded to crank it up to complement my good mood. I cruised with my windows down and I passed by a collection of a dozen or so blackies chilling at the corner. And in reaction of my killer selection of music one of them proceeded to turn towards my vehicle, put up his hands, and jump up and down to the fine melodies. It was sweet.
I was listening to an episode of the Commonwealth Club of California the other day and the guest was former CEO of HP Carly Fiorina. After listening to the program for a bit I gained much (more) respect for her as a both a thinker and a person. One question's answer stuck with me in particular. Someone from the audience asked her why (when the board of executives at HP asked her to resign on her own accord instead of making them publicly fire her) she did not immediately reject this (for such was completely against her morals and character) to which she replied something to the affect of, 'I never make big decisions when I am in an emotional state of mind.' Of course within a few days time she did reject their request. It seems like that philosophy is quite applicable to gambling and many of my faults.
People are fickle. With each coming day the interests of the working man change more often than Fox's prime time lineup. And just as the brilliance and sustainability of Battle Bots faded into our lovable past, so is online poker a potential victim. Sure it won't disappear into complete oblivion... but I'm sure there are still geeks somewhere playing with remote controlled killing robot machines too. So do the world a favor and plant a tree.