Hedonism now. Defying the laws of physics, postponed.
Sunday 7:41 am. Sun languishing below Sonoma mountain. Reticent to rise. Quad latte half gone. It's quiet again today. Waking up in a Lorca novel. Senses still filtering most light and noise. Cooperating to maintain the mood. Solitude embraced.
Played poker again last night. I only play in tournaments. Played perfectly. Didn't finish in the money, but hey that's tournament poker. The important thing was re-discovering lost skills. Remembering who you are. Who I am. Online poker is decision making with limited information. Risk reward based on probability fused with randomness. And capriciousness. Like predicting the mood swings of a 13 yr old girl. My decisions were perfect, the results were mixed. Caprice. I can live with that. Easily.
Talked to drag queen Tesla yesterday. As usual, his attention span was less than 10 seconds. No resolution or pertinent information. Defying the laws of physics has been postponed a day. Today maybe. Something to do between now and the game, I suppose.
Yes, the game. Super Bowl later today. Guys together. Our lives bigger lies now than last year. And food. Food food food. Dietary restrictions suspended, like not having to go to school during a snowstorm. Free pass. Cioppino, smoked salmon, fresh crab, cheeses; cambozola bleu and gorgonzola, Sonoma County merlot, pinot, zinfandel, roast pork loin, sourdough bread, pasta marinara from Jaxon, now Jaxon-Vicario. Savor. Enjoy. Laugh. The game is no longer a game, just a catalyst for a mini bacchanalia. Our yearly three hour dance with hedonism. New Orleans sliced thin. We deserve it, more or less.
We deserve it.
Played poker again last night. I only play in tournaments. Played perfectly. Didn't finish in the money, but hey that's tournament poker. The important thing was re-discovering lost skills. Remembering who you are. Who I am. Online poker is decision making with limited information. Risk reward based on probability fused with randomness. And capriciousness. Like predicting the mood swings of a 13 yr old girl. My decisions were perfect, the results were mixed. Caprice. I can live with that. Easily.
Talked to drag queen Tesla yesterday. As usual, his attention span was less than 10 seconds. No resolution or pertinent information. Defying the laws of physics has been postponed a day. Today maybe. Something to do between now and the game, I suppose.
Yes, the game. Super Bowl later today. Guys together. Our lives bigger lies now than last year. And food. Food food food. Dietary restrictions suspended, like not having to go to school during a snowstorm. Free pass. Cioppino, smoked salmon, fresh crab, cheeses; cambozola bleu and gorgonzola, Sonoma County merlot, pinot, zinfandel, roast pork loin, sourdough bread, pasta marinara from Jaxon, now Jaxon-Vicario. Savor. Enjoy. Laugh. The game is no longer a game, just a catalyst for a mini bacchanalia. Our yearly three hour dance with hedonism. New Orleans sliced thin. We deserve it, more or less.
We deserve it.
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