I took a huge hit online and at the casino through poker over the last several days -- it's left my profit margin just barely hovering above $100, and my entire poker strategy and game being questioned and pondered over by myself.
I managed to work the remaining 42 cents I had left in my UltimateBet account and turn it into $25 through small stakes ring games and cheap $1 tournaments. Where I go from here is yet to be seen. I have a lot to work on, obviously.
A lot of work lately, although this week is slightly more calm than last's due to the lack of any big tests. Save that for next week and stuff. I stupidly missed seeing the Slackers on Sunday because I didn't have anyone to go with -- a valid reason for missing numerous shows, but not super ska music. Agh. stupidstupidstupid. It's been a good week otherwise, in social and academic matters.
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I don't throw out my politics much on this blog anymore, but let it be known that I HAVE been a staunch defender of a lot of Bush's policies and decisions over the last several months, usually being more disgusted with the Democrats than enamored over the Republicans.
I've learned that fiscal policy doesn't even seem to matter; drunken spending will go on no matter who is in control of the executive and legislative branches.
But Bush's latest charade and prime example of cronyism with the appointment of Harriet Miers to the supreme court is absolutely disgusting -- more than a dozen of some of the best legal minds and scholars of our generation (Michael Luttig, McConnell, Alberto Gonzales, Edith Clement, etc).
And who does Bush pick? A "top lawyer" who was once the head of the Texas State Lottery.
Oh, and she thinks Bush is one of the most brilliant men she's ever met. That should be a warning sign right there, but professional hack Harry Reid (D-NV) seems to think she's perfectly fit. Look, I don't care if she's conservative or her thoughts on abortion. All that matters is Bush could have had a chance to appoint a serious legal scholar, but instead we may be looking at -- quite possibly -- the least qualified candidate EVER. Why'd you have to retire, Sandra?
Anyway.
I also don't throw out my writing much anymore on this blog, but here's a couplel pieces written over the last few weeks/months/years:
Please Do Not Feed The Ghost
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Dusty quarters, early November.
Crammed behind the cellar door
in boxes filled with fall
colors, hollow bones, and
apocalyptic monsters.
A holey ghost stuffed
with mothballs, pagan
influences to keep kids
from growing up.
They are spirits
hanging from your wall,
they become young children o'er
nightfall.
They will be
forgotten.
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The Women I've Loved
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I will carry my heart in my hands
(it only weighs a few ounces) into
New York, complete with pulmonary arteries,
pumping liquid into the sewers. The
reaction is uniform: fresh blood.
I will let others admire it
from a distance. They'll wonder
how my hands stay clean when
coldly gripping anothers.
I am going to discard it; let it rot
in the city's trash reciprocals, and watch
the homeless fight over it while
pondering how I'll manage to live,
while such moral weariness
is rotting in garbage.
I never had the heart
to tell my friends it went bad
even before I arrived.
