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Psycological card trick
You better watch out
By the time you read this, we’re done laboring in the kitchen and eating good food, here in Denmark. We’re also done singing and walking hand in hand around the christmas tree, which is tradition over here on Christimas Eve. We’re all done wrapping and then a few hours later unwrapping gifts.
In fact, by the time you read this, we have another 365 days of total bliss. That’s the part of Christmas that I like best.
Merry Holidays, whoever you are!
/j.
PS: I’m a bit grumpy because, once again Santa didn’t bring me my wish
Hard hitting danes moving in
Two big things are happening in the US, that involves some of the best, Denmark has to offer right now.
Tonight boxing champion Mikkel Kessler, aka. “The Viking Warrior” is going to cream some poor schmoe in the first volume of Super Six World Boxing, which is tournament boxing taken to another level.
I’m not really much into boxing myself, but if you are, this is definately not a match you want to miss.
And speaking of volume, Kessler has a new theme song, called “A Warriors Call”. The song is created by Volbeat, a band that is just as hard hitting as Kessler himself:
The song has been released on the intertube for all of us to enjoy. And let me assure you, it kicks ass!
Download “A Warriors Call” here.
Some of Volbeats many fans are the four guys in a minor band called Metallica, who they are currently touring with.
Volbeat describe their style of music as “Elvis Metal”. It’s sort of a blend of hard metal rock and a 50’s rock’n roll sound.
I actually thought I’d already posted some Volbeat here, but I can’t find any. So here goes:
The Gardens Tale:
Radio Girl:
Sad Mans Tounge:
I was going to write a blog post, when
I fell into a deep hole of Madness.
Can’t accuse them boys of making spectacular videos back then, but the music is still top pair top kicker (phew, got some poker content now)
In case you don’t know Madness, they became very big in the beginning of the 80’s, when Britain was full of Thatcher and skinheads and striking miners.
Skinheads weren’t nazi scum back then, and they would skank all night long to the sound of ska, the predecessor to reggae, which has a slower beat.
I wasn’t a skinhead, but I skanked a lot myself, was in my mid-teens and identified with everything that was anti-something. Fresh home from a couple of months in Africa, and I was mostly into reggae at that time. But I’ve always dug Madness, and still do.
But I digress. Here’s another:
Here’s a very recent one. And with that, I wish you a happy Saturday (and please don’t overdo it, if you have to drink):
Yoav
It’s been awfully quiet here, lately. My sincere apologies. It’s not like I haven’t been at the tables, but I usually finish so late, that posting is near impossible if I want a decent chance to go to bed before I have to get up again.
Poker’s going okay. I’m not scott free but I’m not in a hole either – or at least it’s not very deep.
End of poker related content, here’s what I have to say tonight:
Most of you out there have probably don’t know Yoav. So here’s your chance to hear a sound I bet you haven’t heard before. Yoav (pron. [Yoh.Av]) is israeli born, raised in South Africa . He’s a one man band with his guitar and his loop machines. Or should I say “One man army”. Don’t worry, he’ll do anyting but trash your eardrums…
Here’s a sample. I actually wanted to embed the song “Club Thing“, but they will not let me. So instead, here’s the best embeddable video. And that says a lot about the rest, by the way:
/j.
Word Verification says
I suppose I should better write something
I finally found my wireless keyboard. It was stoved away in a moving box that hadn’t was packed a year ago, almost to the date. With it comes a stand that holds my laptop and allows me to view the screen like it was a real monitor.
There was meant to be a lot of poker going on tonight. Then Bastin managed to sidetrack that project by misquoting a poem by Charles Bukowski, called “To the Whore Who Took My Poems“. That had me on Youtube for about an hour. Never realized there was so much Bukowski on Youtube. But there is.
I have been a great fan of Bukowski, ever since I read….uhm…can’t even remember what I read first, but it was damn fine. Probably “Post Office” or “Factotum”, one or the other. Didn’t read “Women” until the third book or so. Whatever. I have a large collection of Bukowski today, thanks to that.
As I was returning to Bastin to reply, it suddenly struck me, that Youtube has a way of making a clip start at a certain spot, like a minute and 34 seconds. That would be rather cool to do, linking straight to where he says the correct words.
I had no idea on how to do it though, so I had to research the proper way, which is to add “#t=01m20s” to the end of the URL for the clip. Of course replace the time code with your own.
So that took another while as well.
Then I somehow wandered into a fairly long 2002 phone interview with Dr. Hunter S. Thompson about the first anniversary of the September 11 attacks.
Hunter Thompson has also been a source of inspiration for over a decade now. I am in fact a professional writer, which is as far as I’m going into job related details here. And that’s partly because of him, but not for the reason of writing like him. Maybe for a while, but then it occured to me, that it was a stupid idea.
I clearly remember when I was taking the admission test to the school of Journalism. While I was sitting on a bench waiting, along with about a thousand other, to be allowed in to set up my small portable typewriter – electric – I saw this guy who was trying his hardest to look like Hunter Thompson.
I actually passed the exam, but he did not, which I thought was fair, for no other reason than I’ve always had a dislike for people who try to physically emulate their icons.
There are a lot of poker related Dr. Thompson wannabee bloggers around (No names mentioned, but you know who you are, you scum suckers), and I can safely say that the dislike hasn’t gone away. Oh, and don’t try to be like Charles Bukowski either, I’ll hate you just as much…
Which is a totally different story.
I still can’t wander into Hunter S. Thompson without getting lost. This time I ended up watching a BBC documentary from somewhere around 1978: “Fear and Loathing in Gonzovision“, which was still new to me, but took another 45 minutes to go through.
So about three full hours into what should have been my poker evening, I still hadn’t seen one card.
Oh what the hell…I may as well post a blog about it then.
/j.
Famous Last Words 16 – Yellow polka dots

This was a classic Limit Hold’em JJ vs. AK. I slowplayed and managed to squeeze out an extra bet on the River, when Big Slick failed to materialize into a hand, which I guess is what pissed him so dearly off. After welcoming him to the game, he promptly left. It happens a lot, so I should probably just keep my mouth shut.
Anyway, I guess he kind of showed his age with that one. Or at least his physical age. His mental age probably fits the all caps very well.
The rant brought back childhood memories, and I thought you’d get a kick out of revisiting the past with me:
In case you were born at the very latest part of the last century, you may not have heard of this song. It’s been recorded in a million versions – some of them are actually cute in that youtube way, others just plain awful – but here’s my personal favorite and I’m sure you’ll love it too in all it’s kitchyness!
Enjoy!
/j.


