If you’ve been reading all these days, you can tell that this past year has been nothing short of breathtaking, in ways beyond that I could’ve ever imagined. December is slow, so I’ve had time to sit and reflect on the past year. As I was sitting and writing, I had ‘Ocean’s 11’ on in … Continue reading Clair de Lune.
Fuck February. I hate this month. I hate it with the burning fire of a thousand suns. I’ve written before about how this whole month is complete shit, but every time I think I’m ready for February, it never ceases to impress me with the incredibly creative ways that it comes up with to just … Continue reading Sinking.
“I am the teacher of athletes, He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own proves the width of my own, He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.” I always loved this passage, and I thought about it a lot while writing my last set of posts … Continue reading 30 For 30: Whitman
Sometimes the Bard has it right. I know these weekend posts are always the slimmest, but I just have to say that I’m in awe of the marches that happened today, and incredibly proud to know so many who participated in them. Absolutely amazing. Continue reading 30 For 30: “Hell Hath No Fury.”
Just an excerpt from Emerson today, one of my favorites, in a crunch for time. There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is … Continue reading 30 For 30: On ‘Self-Reliance’
I’m not going to lie, this is a bit of a filler post just so I can hit 30 posts. I woke up feeling a bit under the weather, but here’s what I’m gunning for in 2017. Win her over. Work out 5 4 3 times a week. Be less judgemental Play the guitar at … Continue reading 30 For 30: Errant Resolutions
The boor covers himself, the rich man or the fool adorns himself, and the elegant man gets dressed.
Walk the floor at any casino during a night during the weekend and it is an absolutely crazy place. Fortunes (or what seems like it) are won and lost every second, and the air is filled with shouts of exultation, profanities, and ‘MONKEY’. I have no idea where that term comes from, but I can tell you what it means. There are 52 cards in a deck, in blackjack and baccarat, a 10, Jack, Queen, and King all count as a ten. When you need a ten, people yell all sorts of things; Breaker Breaker!, Put a picture on it!, Throw some paint!, Big!, and of course, MONKEY! No one knows why, or at least I don’t. It’s just been passed down from gambler to gambler, until the origins are unknown. And that’s the thing about gambling. The history of it is an oral tradition, passed down from generation to generation. There are some things that can’t be written down, they have to be experienced. However, this is the story of a Jersey Boy in Lord Dunkin’s Court.