A Reprise
“It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.”
Theodore Roosevelt
Further updates in detail to come. For now some bullet points:
Theodore Roosevelt
Further updates in detail to come. For now some bullet points:
- I went to Vegas. I won in cash games. I played the 1k weekend event at the Rio and busted in the 1st level.
- I am moving back to Canterbury soon. Reading my old journal entries of the fun I used to have there makes me cautiously optimistic for the future, and is in part why I'm reviving this old LJ for the time being.
- I have been playing a lot of badugi recently. It's refreshing, and fun. I hate Texas Holdem. I worry at times that some things have passed me by.
- I'm thinking of writing a book. A line from Mick Foley's autobiography has always struck me. He's in Nigeria wrestling for peanuts and after one particular event-filled night he confides in a friend "I need to write a book". I find a lot of similarities in our mind-sets anyway, but he's meaning many things in that sentence. He's saying 1) I have a story I want to tell 2) I have a story that needs to be heard 3) I need to put my thoughts into an arena to analyse them. That's how I feel. If I do continue this LJ, I will expand on this soon.