I've been asked, "Why move to the Vegas area?" Well, I saw this clip.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
On Luck: Life Is Not About Breaking Even
luck (luhk) a noun.
1. the force that seems to operate for good or ill in a person's life, as in shaping circumstances, events, or opportunities: With my luck I'll probably get pneumonia.
2. good fortune; advantage or success, considered as the result of chance: He had no luck finding work.
3. a combination of circumstances, events, etc., operating by chance to bring good or ill to a person: She's had nothing but bad luck all year. 4. some object on which good fortune is supposed to depend: This rabbit's foot is my luck.
“The mystery of poker, and so it’s infinite fascination, lies in the element of chance, otherwise known as luck. The art of the game lies in minimizing it.” Anthony Holden, Bigger Deal
“Life, after all, is not about breaking even.” see above.
I recently read an article in Poker News concerning luck. Luck is the most talked about topic in poker, and everyone has there own opinion of the subject. It seems to be an attempt to explain away the fortunes and misfortunes of a life filled with randomness. Is it possible for luck to be "good" and "bad", or is it nonsense to apply such adjectives to a word that really describes nothing?
Poker players love to talk about luck. Last night I was talking with Norm, a regular player at my table, and I had this conversation:
Me: "That river card was horrible. I've played nothing but premium hands and still can't win a pot. Poker is the one game where you can make no errors and still have your ass handed to you by some nitwit who makes nothing but mistakes."
Norm: "I know what you mean. It's because this game is all about luck."
Is poker a game of luck, skill, or a combination of both? As Phil Hellmuth famously said, "If it weren't for luck, I'd win every hand." The luck/skill debate is at the center of many late night discussions, home game arguments, and court cases. The IRS sees poker as a game of skill for their purposes, allowing players to write off their loses and be taxed on their winnings as income. On the other hand, many states classify poker as a game of luck and is thus gambling, and therefore illegal in their jurisdiction.
The article made this point: play your best game by making the best choices you can; make the right decisions, and never consider luck a part of your game. You cannot control luck, either good or bad. Just make the right decisions and improve your skill. These are things you can control.
Luck is also involved, naturally, in almost every area of life. Is it luck you were hired for that great job, or was is it skill? Is it bad luck when someone gets cancer? We've all heard about the 100-year-old three-pack-a-day cigarette smoker. Is it good luck they beat the odds? Why do some people seem to always win in contests, drawings, the lotto? Maybe life itself is all luck.
What good is having a skill if you die in a traffic accident? Maybe it takes skill to survive a life of random events that can either kill you or bless you. Maybe the skill of looking both ways before crossing the street is a metaphor for making it through each day unscathed by forces out of our control, forces for both good and evil, the great unseen events that randomly effect our future. We look both ways before we cross the street hoping to cheat fate and put the odds in our favor for a long life.
I like the idea the article writer set forth: never consider luck a part of your game. This is good advice for poker players, both at the table and away from it.
Some famous quotes:
"The only sure thing about luck is that it will change." Bret Harte (1836-1902)
"I'm a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it." Thomas Jefferson (1743-1826)
"Shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect." Ralph Waldo Emerson, US essayist & poet (1803 - 1882)
"Luck is what you have left over after you give 100 percent." Langston Coleman
"Luck, bad if not good, will always be with us. But it has a way of favoring the intelligent and showing its back to the stupid." John Dewey, US educator, Pragmatist philosopher, & psychologist (1859 - 1952)
"There is no such thing as luck. There is only adequate or inadequate preparation to cope with a statistical universe." Robert Heinlein, "Time Enough for Love", US science fiction author (1907 - 1988)
"Successful people are very lucky. Just ask any failure." Michael Levine, Lessons at the Halfway Point
1. the force that seems to operate for good or ill in a person's life, as in shaping circumstances, events, or opportunities: With my luck I'll probably get pneumonia.
2. good fortune; advantage or success, considered as the result of chance: He had no luck finding work.
3. a combination of circumstances, events, etc., operating by chance to bring good or ill to a person: She's had nothing but bad luck all year. 4. some object on which good fortune is supposed to depend: This rabbit's foot is my luck.
“The mystery of poker, and so it’s infinite fascination, lies in the element of chance, otherwise known as luck. The art of the game lies in minimizing it.” Anthony Holden, Bigger Deal
“Life, after all, is not about breaking even.” see above.
I recently read an article in Poker News concerning luck. Luck is the most talked about topic in poker, and everyone has there own opinion of the subject. It seems to be an attempt to explain away the fortunes and misfortunes of a life filled with randomness. Is it possible for luck to be "good" and "bad", or is it nonsense to apply such adjectives to a word that really describes nothing?
Poker players love to talk about luck. Last night I was talking with Norm, a regular player at my table, and I had this conversation:
Me: "That river card was horrible. I've played nothing but premium hands and still can't win a pot. Poker is the one game where you can make no errors and still have your ass handed to you by some nitwit who makes nothing but mistakes."
Norm: "I know what you mean. It's because this game is all about luck."
Is poker a game of luck, skill, or a combination of both? As Phil Hellmuth famously said, "If it weren't for luck, I'd win every hand." The luck/skill debate is at the center of many late night discussions, home game arguments, and court cases. The IRS sees poker as a game of skill for their purposes, allowing players to write off their loses and be taxed on their winnings as income. On the other hand, many states classify poker as a game of luck and is thus gambling, and therefore illegal in their jurisdiction.
The article made this point: play your best game by making the best choices you can; make the right decisions, and never consider luck a part of your game. You cannot control luck, either good or bad. Just make the right decisions and improve your skill. These are things you can control.
Luck is also involved, naturally, in almost every area of life. Is it luck you were hired for that great job, or was is it skill? Is it bad luck when someone gets cancer? We've all heard about the 100-year-old three-pack-a-day cigarette smoker. Is it good luck they beat the odds? Why do some people seem to always win in contests, drawings, the lotto? Maybe life itself is all luck.
What good is having a skill if you die in a traffic accident? Maybe it takes skill to survive a life of random events that can either kill you or bless you. Maybe the skill of looking both ways before crossing the street is a metaphor for making it through each day unscathed by forces out of our control, forces for both good and evil, the great unseen events that randomly effect our future. We look both ways before we cross the street hoping to cheat fate and put the odds in our favor for a long life.
I like the idea the article writer set forth: never consider luck a part of your game. This is good advice for poker players, both at the table and away from it.
Some famous quotes:
"The only sure thing about luck is that it will change." Bret Harte (1836-1902)
"I'm a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it." Thomas Jefferson (1743-1826)
"Shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect." Ralph Waldo Emerson, US essayist & poet (1803 - 1882)
"Luck is what you have left over after you give 100 percent." Langston Coleman
"Luck, bad if not good, will always be with us. But it has a way of favoring the intelligent and showing its back to the stupid." John Dewey, US educator, Pragmatist philosopher, & psychologist (1859 - 1952)
"There is no such thing as luck. There is only adequate or inadequate preparation to cope with a statistical universe." Robert Heinlein, "Time Enough for Love", US science fiction author (1907 - 1988)
"Successful people are very lucky. Just ask any failure." Michael Levine, Lessons at the Halfway Point
Monday, August 27, 2007
From the beginning of this 1,100 mile journey I was prepared to stop along the way and work. I'll make a few bucks and experience what it’s like having a part-time job. I’ve not had a part-time job this century.
You must understand, I’ve been working for myself since 1997. I’ve had no boss. I’ve had no regular work schedule. I’ve been an independent contractor making a living from commission sales in real estate. So, when I say I’ve not had a part-time job this century, you’ll know what I mean.
I began looking for part-time work soon after arriving in Albuquerque, having decided to stay here for a few weeks. Here is what I’ve learned so far: looking for a job really sucks.
Job-hunting is not like it was in the “good old days.” Now, you’re expected to fill out an application online, wait a week or two until it’s handled, then maybe in a few days they will call you if they want to hire you.
I’ve applied at two bookstores, a coffee joint, a car dealership, a real estate corporate office, and a jewelry store. They all were advertising, “We are Hiring.” I wasn’t just dropping in uninvited. The approach they all had in common, and I’m paraphrasing here, is this: “Fill out an application and in a few days, maybe a week or two, we’ll contact you. Should we contact you, we’ll then set up a time for a formal interview. If we move ahead from there, you may need to have a drug test, be pre-screened, and we’ll have to do a background check to make sure you’re not a terrorist or anything.”
You would think I was applying for a job at the Pentagon.
I remember my first job. It was selling sporting goods at a discount store. I walked in, filled out an application, spoke with a lady who did the hiring, and was hired on the spot. I began work the next day. The whole process took less than hour.
It’s not like that in this century. Now, to find an ordinary part-time job you’ve got to be persistent. And above all else, you have to wait.
I walk into a coffee joint. A sign on the door says, "We are hiring!" Hey, the exclamation point. They must really need help. I fill out the application and turn it in that day. Three days later I've not a heard anything, so I ask to see the manager.
"I just wanted to make sure you got my application." I'm smiling.
"Yes, I did. But I do my office work only on Mondays. Are you available for an interview on Monday?" says the manager.
"Well, I guess. It's Wednesday now. I guess we can't meet any sooner?"
"Not really. I'm backed up with so much work, I really can't meet until Monday." I'm starting to think this whole process is going to take a while.
So, four days later, on Monday, I show up for the interview.
The manager: "Did you not get my voice mail? I called you last night. I'm sick. Can we postpone the interview until Wednesday?"
"Well, I know what it's like to be sick. But I do want to begin work as soon as I can."
"It won't matter. If you are hired, you won't be able to start until the next two week schedule comes out. So you won't be able to start any sooner. We might as well wait until Wednesday."
If I'm lucky enough to get hired, I may get a paycheck by Thanksgiving.
You must understand, I’ve been working for myself since 1997. I’ve had no boss. I’ve had no regular work schedule. I’ve been an independent contractor making a living from commission sales in real estate. So, when I say I’ve not had a part-time job this century, you’ll know what I mean.
I began looking for part-time work soon after arriving in Albuquerque, having decided to stay here for a few weeks. Here is what I’ve learned so far: looking for a job really sucks.
Job-hunting is not like it was in the “good old days.” Now, you’re expected to fill out an application online, wait a week or two until it’s handled, then maybe in a few days they will call you if they want to hire you.
I’ve applied at two bookstores, a coffee joint, a car dealership, a real estate corporate office, and a jewelry store. They all were advertising, “We are Hiring.” I wasn’t just dropping in uninvited. The approach they all had in common, and I’m paraphrasing here, is this: “Fill out an application and in a few days, maybe a week or two, we’ll contact you. Should we contact you, we’ll then set up a time for a formal interview. If we move ahead from there, you may need to have a drug test, be pre-screened, and we’ll have to do a background check to make sure you’re not a terrorist or anything.”
You would think I was applying for a job at the Pentagon.
I remember my first job. It was selling sporting goods at a discount store. I walked in, filled out an application, spoke with a lady who did the hiring, and was hired on the spot. I began work the next day. The whole process took less than hour.
It’s not like that in this century. Now, to find an ordinary part-time job you’ve got to be persistent. And above all else, you have to wait.
I walk into a coffee joint. A sign on the door says, "We are hiring!" Hey, the exclamation point. They must really need help. I fill out the application and turn it in that day. Three days later I've not a heard anything, so I ask to see the manager.
"I just wanted to make sure you got my application." I'm smiling.
"Yes, I did. But I do my office work only on Mondays. Are you available for an interview on Monday?" says the manager.
"Well, I guess. It's Wednesday now. I guess we can't meet any sooner?"
"Not really. I'm backed up with so much work, I really can't meet until Monday." I'm starting to think this whole process is going to take a while.
So, four days later, on Monday, I show up for the interview.
The manager: "Did you not get my voice mail? I called you last night. I'm sick. Can we postpone the interview until Wednesday?"
"Well, I know what it's like to be sick. But I do want to begin work as soon as I can."
"It won't matter. If you are hired, you won't be able to start until the next two week schedule comes out. So you won't be able to start any sooner. We might as well wait until Wednesday."
If I'm lucky enough to get hired, I may get a paycheck by Thanksgiving.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
I’ve said all along prior to leaving Texas the biggest gamble I’m making concerns my SUV. Up until yesterday, it has performed marvelously. No problems at all. I was even thrilled to see the excellent gas mileage.
Then yesterday it happened. The radiator sprung a leak. Without warning the car
overheated sending me immediately to the nearest watering hole. The watering hole of choice was the Love’s service station across from the Sandia Resort.
Naturally, I looked for the “Free Air/Water” service that most service stations have available. I didn’t see one. Luckily I had a Prestone Antifreeze plastic container with me that had about three cups of fluid left. I took the container inside the Love’s bathroom and added water to the remaining fluid. After pouring the fluid in the radiator I noticed the leak. Man, that sucks.
Happening simultaneously with my predicament, while I had the car hood up trying to look like a mechanic (which I’m not), a Sandia Resort security cop comes walking by me on her walkie-talkie. Evidently she was tracking someone who was on the patio outside the Love’s station. She was calling for backup on her 2-way. Great. Not only do I have car trouble, but now I’m going to be wounded in a shootout between a security guard and some bozo evading capture.
I moved the car in order to avoid any mayhem, but it turned out to be a false alarm. A few minutes later the security cops and the bozo were chumming around like best friends.
Good grief. I hate car trouble. I especially hate expensive car repairs on a trip where my budget is tight to begin with. I gambled that my car would hold out a little bit longer. Boy, talk about a bad beat.
Of course, things could be worse. The engine could have blown up or I could have been in a car wreck. A lot of nasty things can happen to you while on the road. I’ll have to be thankful it’s just a radiator leak.
The Albuquerque Journal newspaper reported the story of two persons killed on a railroad crossing by a local commuter train last night. The persons, a brother and sister, were in town to arrange the funeral for their mother who had just died. The woman’s husband saw the entire wreck from a short distance. Naturally the entire family coming in town for one funeral must now plan three.
I suppose a radiator leak isn’t all that bad, after all.
Then yesterday it happened. The radiator sprung a leak. Without warning the car
overheated sending me immediately to the nearest watering hole. The watering hole of choice was the Love’s service station across from the Sandia Resort.Naturally, I looked for the “Free Air/Water” service that most service stations have available. I didn’t see one. Luckily I had a Prestone Antifreeze plastic container with me that had about three cups of fluid left. I took the container inside the Love’s bathroom and added water to the remaining fluid. After pouring the fluid in the radiator I noticed the leak. Man, that sucks.
Happening simultaneously with my predicament, while I had the car hood up trying to look like a mechanic (which I’m not), a Sandia Resort security cop comes walking by me on her walkie-talkie. Evidently she was tracking someone who was on the patio outside the Love’s station. She was calling for backup on her 2-way. Great. Not only do I have car trouble, but now I’m going to be wounded in a shootout between a security guard and some bozo evading capture.
I moved the car in order to avoid any mayhem, but it turned out to be a false alarm. A few minutes later the security cops and the bozo were chumming around like best friends.
Good grief. I hate car trouble. I especially hate expensive car repairs on a trip where my budget is tight to begin with. I gambled that my car would hold out a little bit longer. Boy, talk about a bad beat.
Of course, things could be worse. The engine could have blown up or I could have been in a car wreck. A lot of nasty things can happen to you while on the road. I’ll have to be thankful it’s just a radiator leak.
The Albuquerque Journal newspaper reported the story of two persons killed on a railroad crossing by a local commuter train last night. The persons, a brother and sister, were in town to arrange the funeral for their mother who had just died. The woman’s husband saw the entire wreck from a short distance. Naturally the entire family coming in town for one funeral must now plan three.
I suppose a radiator leak isn’t all that bad, after all.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
I just checked the weather in the Vegas area and it is HOT! It looks as if the heat wave won't leave the area until late September. The temperatures in October begin to appear more reasonable, based on a chart I found here.
Albuquerque weather has been setting record highs, too. With highs in the low to mid 90s, folks around here are lamenting the sweat-inducing heat. But for me, someone who grew up in the Texas heat, the heat here is rather pleasant. Take the 94 degree high here and transplant that to Texas and it feels like 104 degrees. The dry air makes the heat much more tolerable here.
I'm in no real hurry to leave for the Vegas area, not yet anyway. I'm enjoying my stay here. Albuquerque has so many attractions and things to do, it may take me a while to get to it all. In early October, the 2007 International Balloon Fiesta will be spectacular as always. I may wait to see it before I pick up and move on Westward.
But then again, I may leave tomorrow.
Today's ABQ Stats
Stops for gas: 0
Cups of coffee: 2
Trips to Starbucks: 2
Hail storms: 1
Personal items lost/stolen: 1 pair of sunglasses
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