10k month? FAIL

ok, so all in all April was a pretty solid poker month. But it couldn't have ended in a more frustrating way. I flirted with 10K all morning, after having made 1.3k in a little under 1 hours work, then spent the rest of the day running like absolute dog poo. The closest I ever got was a mere 200 dollars away, as I needed 1.5k for the win. Here's the Day graph, and the month graph.

Day

Month sigh...so cloooose

next month 10k for sure with a secondary goal of 15k

I guess Its time to get this all on paperrrrrr

Foxfields

Foxfields is basically an excuse for Uva to dress up in the most ridiculous outfits ever and all cram into little areas called "plots" then proceed to get absolutely shithammered, while maybe taking in a horserace or two...if you are unlucky. It is also a chance to catch up with old friends, old enemies, exes, acquaintances that you're just not sure deserve a hello, and new friends that you just haven't met yet.

This picture is of the entrance, a horribly coordinated multiple colored ticket mosh pit of sexually charged sun dresses. There is nothing quite like it, especially when you're hauling Titanic-like coolers of beer and vodka that are breaking faster than Arlen Specter's allegiances before a primary. Once inside this glorious donk fest, its a mere mile walk to the alumni plot. On the way I saw the first ex, Fiza plastered already and in great form. It was her birthday weekend and she looked fabulous and truly happy to see me. We exchanged pleasentries and passed like ships in the night. So we get to the plot to find that It is overrun by the med school tent. This is ok though as they have a ROBUST buffet. Me and G decided to talk transplants really loudly while snagging some raisin canes and chocolate chip cookies. No one was the wiser. Then the drinking commenced....jk we had been drinking since 7am.

So the first excursion into the orange plots (the youngins and the graduate schoolers) took me to Marky's. It was great to see him and meet my future wife and whatnot. However, this was short lived as Ex number 2 walked up with mutual friend. Heather Koo was not nearly so kind as Fiz, and despite 90 degree weather an arctic chill went down my spine....somewhere in the distance Socrates wept. The festivities continued with the arrival of george however, and we ran around meeting greeting and judging various annorexic women dolled up like easter eggs. The whole scene was so classically UVA, and it truly was a fantastic, allbeit nauseating at times expression of southern douchebaggery. It's like a trip to vegas, it's absolutely incredible until you realize you're mired in filth and disdain for your fellow man. Nice place to visit, but you wouldn't want to live there. So the whole shebang comes to a close and then the game of, find the sober person to drive home, begins. We walked to some convinience store and sat in the grass waiting for a taxi as a line of cars passed by exitting the field. I decided to hitch-hike home (a genius drunk move) with a friendly couple from Washington and Lee that looked sober and seemed kind enough. Fortunately I made a good read and arrived back in time to snag some christian's pizza and walk back to Tom and Eric's for some post game passing the F out and Frosty consumption.

So then It was off to the bars for some post game antics. We decided to walk to Bhuddist, but upon seeing a mass of people cramming and jamming (a little too remeniscent of the foxfields entrance) their way in the front door, a detour to Biltmore was quickly executed. I got the first round, saw my favorite bartender, and made sure everyone had a drink in hand before peacing. Why? Because I had something on my mind that I just couldn't purge. An insatiable cruiousity. So I left the bar and headed to the tennis courts, when what to my wondering eyes should appear? Nari Song, decked out in tennis gear.

This was a pretty big shocker. I had received a text earlier in the night that said, "hey this is Nari, I thought you might be in town, would you like to play tennis?" I think, right then and there I understood what it must have been like to open the door and find publisher's clearing house guy with a giant check and big balloons outside. I could not have been more pleasantly surprised.

So I played a little tennis while buzzed ( a feat that makes serving quite difficult I might add) until they shut the lights off at 12:30. The rest of the night involved a lot of planet earth and water... one more foxfields in the books, and it couldn't have ended happier :)

Hockey Games

So as of late, I've gotten really into watching the Washington Capitals hockey team. It's basically a bunch of young guns playing flashy hockey, with Alexander Ovechkin leading the acrobatics. OV as he's known can plain and simple do things on the ice that no other player in the NHL has been able to do ever.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AO1TuEp8eqI

The best part about this highlight reel goal was....I WAS THERE! Peacock hooked Dan and I up with some amaaazing seats for game 5. I must say, that playoff hockey games live might be the most exciting sporting event I've ever been to. It definitely rivals some of the greater college football games. I'm not entirely sure why hockey hasn't become the next big sport in America. It has everything, hitting, constant action, star power...I think if more people watched the Caps and Penguins play, they'd realize just how beautiful the game has gotten. It's no longer about fighting and forechecking, It's about fast skating, threading needles with passes, and deflecting pucks going past you at ~100 miles an hour. How anyone can be a good NHL goalie in today's game, with scorers like OV and Semin on the ice...it just baffles me.

You can imagine my delight when Game 7 went our way completing the comeback from 3-1 down in the series. Diana had to witness my apartment in all its ridiculous manhoodyness...sp?? Scotty, Joey, Ben, and Peacock's dad all argued about every miniscule detail of sports history...all the while Diana sat bewildered (I may have been too shhhh) wiping testosterone from her face every five or so minutes. I felt kinda bad, but at least we got to have a normal dinner at 1Gen thai, which was delish.

This post has gotten kinda long, so i'll save some stories for the next one. Until then, gl in all you do.

Graphical Update of 10k month

So far so good...I think I need to make about 1.5k more in 6 days...should be doable if current trends continue

Oh and I run good lol...sorry kev :/

Music post

So i haven't posted in a while, mostly because things have just been craaazy around here, and I've just not been in the mood to write it all down. And I'm still not. What I am in the mood to do is hopefully help some of you expand your musical horizons. Think of me as your pandora.

I'll do it by genre...I'll name the band and their best songs, and maybe who i'm targeting with the group.

For the Indy fans (kev, liz apparently, prolly zach tho he knows much more than me annnnd my sister:

Razorlight (I can't stop this feeling i've got, Golden touch, Before I fall to pieces)

Band of horses:( Monsters, The funeral, Ghost in my house [or something])

Kings of Leon: (Sex on fire)

Dredg: (Sang rial, ANY OF THEIR STUFF REALLY)

Guster: (airport song, most of their stuff is awesome [especially live])

The strokes: (reptilia, rockband song i know i know)

80's fans (more for me really maybe Mogle etc.)

The outfield: (your love)

Phil collins: (Air tonight, all his stuff is similarly golden)

Genesis: (black and white, tonight tonight tonight)

Sting and The Police: (don't stand so close to me, Message in a Bottle, wrapped around your finger)

Steve Winwood band: (Valerie)

Queen: (under pressure and bohemian rhapsody of course)

Techno Trance and Dance fans

ATB: all his stuff

Armin Van Buuren: all his stuff (Sound of goodbye is a good place to start)

Tiejsto: duh

DJ Trevor Simpson: any of his remixes are soooolid! (it's all in the name)

Bill Laswell: Ohm Shanti

Lady Gaga....sigh POKER FACE :P

Schiller: Troy (the phoenix from the flame)

Evolution: walking on fire

Prog fans:

Get the new steven wilson Cd its pretty money!

Pure by pendragon (thanks pops)

As for poker stuff...i'm back on pace...(i think...its gonna be close) for a 10k month.

here's the graph and add like 300 from my PLO play so far. PLO is an interesting game and i'll make a post about it soon, but I'm still trying to figure out where I stand on it.

Hickup

FML

Maybe i'm spoilt

So yeah...I was getting kinda used to positive days...and today i didn't have one. I think it broke a streak of like 10 straight or so too...so sick...anyway, my dad was talkin about how risky my job was to me as I filled out taxes. So in order to show him the REEAAAAL riskiness. Here is a graph of my last 200k hands or so.

The blueline is the real bottom line for my last 200k hands of poker played. In this graph one can see there is some variance, but a clearly positive trend. In the section in the middle, I think i ran colder than the ice caps and still ground out some sort of profit if rakeback is included. Furthermore, the odds of me having a negative month playing hu have decreased dramatically since I started playing Heads Up (hu) as my winrate is much higher (one can see this in the latter 4th of the graph where I made the switch to all heads up). Hu is an interesting beast, because actual variance is higher, whereas odds of having losses over an extended period of time go down. The standard deviations I can expect to see from my winrate in HU are very large, but since my winrate is higher against open-mouth breathers (fish, donks, spewtards, monkeys, Kevin Sivaneri's, bad players...whatever you call them) when I have them all to myself more of my standard deviation range lies in the positive territory. This is why good heads up players should never ever play eachother. This is why Durrrrr's challenge to the poker world is absolutely terrible.

For those of you who don't know, Durrr (Tom Dwan) has put up 1.5 million dollars to any opponents .5 million dollars, that over 40k hands he can be up >1$ heads up at either texas holdem no limit or pot limit omaha hi. From what I've described above, one should quickly see that if a winrate of a heads up player approaches 0, the range of what he should expect to see will have a large portion in the negative realm. In order to win, if Durrrr really is the better player, with a 95% confidence interval, Durr would have to play over 1 million hands with anyone even close to his ability level. Patrick Antonious took him up on the challenge (wisely I might add) because essentially Durr is flipping a coin laying 3 to 1 against ur winning. A laughable proposition. They are in the midst of playing their challenge and the lead is waffling back and forth, but regardless of the outcome, Durrrr is a moron....a rich rich moron.

Regardless, From the above graph, one should be able to see my risk of ruin is very very low. I will never "go broke" unless I do something truly retarded (along the lines of drunk playing or something). Anyways, I will try to get some pictures up here sometime soon that aren't poker related...as all these graphs i'm sure are monotonaus. But to do so may require a trip somewhere....Foxfields is coming up in cville...and if last year was any indication, mayhem will ensue and pictures I will do!

yet another wild weekend in the district

So last night was an interesting, awesome, embarassing, sobering experience. The day started at the bowling alley where I tried to repeat my previous performance against Dan. Fail...the high score was around 140, but I still won :). Then I started crushing donkeys in poker to the tune of 800 or so (graphs to come). Peacock got it in his head that he was going to cook out. So we had a FEAST! Amaaazing steaks, great chicken, solid potatoes...a meal fit for a king. The S's came over (Shay and Siobahn) and the party games began.

So the game of choice was kings. Now i've been running red hot in poker of late, but I assure you all that is offset by my icecold run in kings. Let's just say I ended up without my pants on, with beer all over my shirt and I broke a chair. Sigh, all in a days work...and ironically all while stone sober. In fact, the whole night my tolerance shown through and while the rest of the crew was getting absolutely retarded, I played mother hen and made sure people got home and got to dance their fill. It was interesting to say the least. We went to Whitlows and heard a good cover band and some solid convos.

Today I mostly sucked in tournaments and crushed cash games. I ended up about even. Here's the month and the race to 10k.

so far so good!