Egoism
Individualism
Sovereignty
Splendor

(These ideas are explicated in this sloppy manifesto)

Tuesday, June 24, 2003
 
Poker Nation: Tellin' lies and gettin' paid...

I was obliged, over the last three days, to go up to the White Mountains of Arizona. I went up there for Real Estate classes in Show Low--an auspiciously-named town for a poker player--and I had every intention of playing poker while I was up there. I had heard that the poker room at the Hon-Dah Indian casino was particularly soft, and I was looking forward to getting some of my Social Security taxes back from the pandemic population of octogenarians who infest Arizona's rural Indian casinos.

Alas, this was not to be. When I got to the poker room, they had one active Texas Hold-'Em table with a waiting list eighteen octogenarians deep. So as not to say that I'd driven all that way for nothing, I won ten dollars playing 'Little Green Men,' a nickel slot that has been lucky for me since the very first time I ever sat down in a casino--Binion's Horseshoe in Downtown Las Vegas. Then I went back to my hotel on the auspiciously-named Deuce of Clubs Street, a sadder but wiser man.

But I can make the best of anything. I was out of town in the cool mountain pines with no computers and a very limited ability to work outside the classroom. I had time to relax and watch the jiggling, giggling girlflesh on Country Music Television. I worked out the story for a Willie story that's been bugging me for months.

And: I had time to read. I had only brought two books with me, but with the girlflesh distractions on TV, that was enough. Of the two, the more compelling was Poker Nation by Andy Bellin.

The book promotes itself as some kind of literary experience, but that's a hard sell. What it is really is a very personal glimpse of a nebbishy New York kid who combines good cards with a bad character to contrive an all but utterly wasted life. This is not something that one would race to look at, except that the train-wreckish verisimilitude of it is completely compelling.

It happens that I am somewhere near the vortex of a swirl of interest about casino poker among libertarians, objectivists, anarcho-capitalists and other nay-sayers. I am very careful, in my own mind, to distinguish my motivations from those commonly found in casinos. Bellin's book, as a consequence of his character flaws, presents what I see as a valid and valuable cautionary tale.

Plus which, there are some decent poker tips buried in the squalor.

I got home from the mountains tonight, richer by ten bucks and a world of wisdom. After Cathy went to bed, I logged onto PokerStars.com and won $36 in less than 20 minutes of $2-$4 Hold-'Em. No octogenarians that I know of, but we can't have everything...





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