Two Thousand Posts Later

The other day I was in what has become a very typical position for me these days, sitting on the couch in the living room writing on my laptop. I have an office and do work there some, but more often than not I’ll be in the other room, preferring not to be squirreled away and alone but out where I can interact with Vera more readily.

Spotting me typing furiously, Vera jokingly began to deliver a kind of play-by-play commentary on what she saw, hyping up her description in a way that made it sound a little like a movie trailer.

“He’s typing so fast,” she began. “He wants to stop... but... he can’t!”

I started to grin. I did not, however, stop typing. She continued.

“His eyes are tired. His hands are starting to cramp. But if he stops... he.. will... die!”

At that I did stop. And no, I didn’t expire, but instead burst into laughter along with Vera.

Today marks the 2,000th post on Hard-Boiled Poker. When I first started the blog in April 2006, I obviously had little thought about even reaching a hundred posts. When in early November of that year I did look up to see I was writing Post No. 100, I proudly marked the occasion in a post titled “Milestones.”

By then I’d built up enough momentum to know for sure I’d be continuing for some time afterwards, although the prospect of reaching other milestones wasn’t really something I consciously considered. But I did recognize a kind of achievement in having stuck with something that long, something of which I’d already begun to realize had started to become important to me.

Taking the occasion to reflect on the blog -- an indulgence I’d already allowed myself more than once within those first 100 posts -- I wrote about how observing such milestones in a way helped define the whole activity:

Like record-keeping, the blog helps document certain stages in the life of a poker player. At times the blog even helps foster the sense that he might actually be getting somewhere and not simply “running in a circle.” Or endlessly pushing that stone up the mountain like Sisyphus, only to have it roll back down again. Albert Camus describes Sisyphus as one who has, despite evidence to the contrary, somehow managed to create meaning from his plight. Rather than believe the godless world is “sterile or futile,” he knows that “each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself forms a world.”

Camus goes so far as to conclude we “must imagine Sisyphus as happy.” I think he’s right. As grave as such milestones might make us feel, they also go a long way toward helping us with the old problem of “meaning-making.” And that makes us happy for a while. And encourages us to keep going.

And so I will.

I’d continue to observe such milestones going forward such as in “Two Hundred Posts Later” (from May 2007) although with the next few milestones I was hit-or-miss with even catching them going by.

The 500th post happened while I was at the 2008 World Series of Poker (my first), and I only barely mentioned it. I did mark other milestones more thoroughly, including the moment when I’d arrived at “Post No. 1,000” (in February 2010).

Then I talked about how hard it was to sum up what the experience of writing the blog had meant to me at that point. “When you’ve written a thousand friggin’ posts, you’ve said and done a lot of things before,” I said, stating the obvious. I went on to mention how great it was to have become part of a larger community of writers and readers joined by a common interest in poker, then concluded by thanking all of those who’ve taken the time to stop by here over the years.

I mean, really, there’s no way I get this far along without help. You can’t play poker by yourself. Not really. And while you can write for yourself, the meaning of what you write grows with every reader.

A thousand thanks, everybody, for helping give all these words more meaning.

The journey through these last thousand posts has seemed much shorter than the one through the first thousand. It took a few months less, I suppose, but the time has seemed to have raced by much, more more quickly. As we all recognize as we get older, time has a way of appearing to speed up, and when we stop to look around and happen to notice how much has passed, there’s always a little bit of misgiving as we’re made to acknowledge we’re closer to the end than we were before.

While Vera was joking, there was certainly a small bit of truth tucked away inside of her play-by-play. I think knowing that made us laugh even longer. You know, that idea that as long as one continues to press forward, one continues to live.

Looking back through the older posts a couple of thoughts occur to me. One is to marvel at the energy on display early on, and really through most of the first few years of the blog. Posts are longer, and even paragraphs go on and on sometimes, the writer keyed up to tackle whatever it is he has chosen to write about in comprehensive fashion, with extra context and research coming in frequently to flesh out the point being made or topic being explored.

That energy still comes now and then, though I’ll admit after 2,000 posts it isn’t as frequent or consistent. I’m affected these days both by having written so much before -- thus leaving myself fewer and fewer untouched subjects -- and by other writing obligations having crowded the schedule as well as the jingle-brain of this scribbling sap.

When I look back I also realize how not every post reflects my current thinking about poker (or other aspects of our existence), and there are plenty of instances where I see myself as having been a little too raw or naive about whatever it is I’ve decided to address. But I don’t mind that so much, as seeing such provides me evidence that I’ve indeed changed. Or maybe... possibly... that I’ve even learned something.

There’s little about poker or the crazy, confused world surrounding the game that is without ambiguity. The detective-writer metaphor has always been especially apt, as mysteries abound. I think I’ve stumbled on some important clues here and there and even drawn some decent conclusions, but a lot of the investigations remain open, even if I might sound at times as though I’ve closed them.

In other words, the old problem of meaning-making remains.

Up top is a picture of my cat, Sweetie, that I took a couple of weeks ago, who can be more than a little mysterious, too, sometimes. And who can make me feel like Sisyphus every now and then, such as in that photo. Look closely, she’s there. (Click the pic to enlarge, if needed.)

Here’s another one of Sweetie which Vera took shortly after I returned from Las Vegas after that long summer. I’m there, too, in my usual spot, having finally stopped typing for a while. (You can click and make this one bigger as well.)

Do I have to keep writing? Do I want to? Yes and yes.

Meanwhile, I know you don’t have to read, and so thanks once again for wanting to do so.

Sticking It To Nixon

As I’ve written about off-and-on here for the last several months, I have become increasingly interested in researching and learning more about America’s least beloved president, Richard Milhous Nixon. For example, here’s a post from a few months back in which I talked about both Nixon and my developing curiosity.

My interest in Nixon was initially piqued by all of the stories of his poker playing, with the teaching of my “Poker in American Film and Culture” class having inspired me to see what else I could find regarding that part of his biography. If you’ve heard those stories you know that Nixon had a reputation of being a great poker player, having won considerably from his fellow officers when serving in the Navy during WWII.

I’ve since read several Nixon bios as well as his own Six Crises (published in 1962), plus numerous articles and other sources of information. Nixon is such an endlessly complicated character about whom so much has been written it is easy to feel oneself slipping down the rabbit hole where such study seems as though it may never end. The amount of material about Watergate alone is overwhelming, and so much of it is filled with jaw-droppingly fascinating twists and turns that makes it hard not to want to keep digging.

That Nixon chose to call that early memoir Six Crises kind of indicates how he seems to have viewed his own existence as a series of conflicts with others, and as we well know he’d go on to experience many more crises after his failed presidential bid in 1960.

I also am a fan of old comedy LPs, and all of this reading about Nixon has led me to listen back to some of the records I’d collected over the years as well as to track down some new ones. It just so happens that Nixon’s political rise and fall coincided exactly with what one might describe as the “golden age” of comedy records, a category that really didn’t come into prominence until the late 1950s and early 1960s, then kind of died down by the 1980s and 1990s.

I’m talking about a period when popular comedy LPs would sell as much or more than most pop and rock records did, which is why if you ever visit used record stores you still see the comedy sections stuffed full. My favorite discs have always been by acts like the Firesign Theater, the Credibility Gap, National Lampoon, and solo artists like Lenny Bruce, Bill Cosby, Bob Newhart, Richard Pryor, Albert Brooks, George Carlin, and later on Bill Hicks. But I find pretty much all of it interesting and with older stuff especially enjoy hearing the comedians’ unique angle of entry into history and/or politics.

The Nixon binge got me listening to the Lenny Bruce discs again, as he has a few tracks where he talks about Nixon from his days as Eisenhower’s VP. He also mentions his contemporary, Mort Sahl, a few times (and is very complimentary). That got me finally to sit down and really listen to Sahl’s collection of what were really groundbreaking albums from the late ’50s and early ’60s, as well as his fantastic later LP from 1973 called Sing a Song of Watergate.

The first time through listening to an early Sahl disc I have to admit I found him kind of incomprehensible. And while I have a decent understanding of U.S. history and the political scene of Sahl’s day, I’ll admit to being a little lost with a few of his allusions here and there. But after a while I began to appreciate the logic behind his often idiosyncratic chains of association, and some of his insights are especially prescient. I’m not exactly busting a gut laughing when I listen, but I do find myself smiling and nodding a lot.

The Watergate LP from 1973 came after about a decade during which Sahl didn’t produce any new LPs, a career turn that most attribute to Sahl becoming so engrossed in the Kennedy assassination and seeking the truth of what happened while debunking the Warren Commission’s report that it negatively affected his success as a performer. As it happened Sahl had the unique experience of riding on Air Force One once with JFK and later with Nixon (as a member of the press), and among the gems on Sing a Song of Watergate is Sahl telling the stories of both trips to provide a fascinating contrast between the two.

But the whole reason I’m even bringing up this topic is to talk about another comic recording artist whom I’ve only recently had a chance to appreciate more fully, David Frye. By the time Nixon became president in 1969, Frye began essentially devoting his entire career to lampooning him. In fact Frye made four LPs altogether that targeted Nixon, each more devastating than the last: I Am the President (1969), Radio Free Nixon (1971), Richard Nixon Superstar (1971), and Richard Nixon: A Fantasy (1973).

Frye was an impressionist, and while he does a great Nixon the records also show he could do dozens of other famous figures of the day including Lyndon B. Johnson, Robert and Ted Kennedy, Hubert Humphrey, Nelson Rockefeller, Billy Graham, William F. Buckley, Truman Capote, Henry Fonda, George C. Scott, among many others. He was also a skewering satirist, and the records help spell out how much of the public tended to view the president they’d elected.

Here’s one clip from the first LP in which Frye’s Nixon tries marijuana in order to be better informed before considering drug-related legislation.

The 1973 LP called Richard Nixon: A Fantasy appeared after the Watergate scandal had broken wide open, and in it Frye casts Nixon as a gangster-like character (code name “Five O’Clock Shadow”) who in fact plotted the entire break-in, led the “plumbers” to the job, then was the only one of them to escape arrest. Early on he meets with Don Corleone to ask for help (with Frye doing Brando’s Godfather), and the Don asks him “You want justice?”

“Not necessarily,” answers Nixon.

The president is on the lam for much of the record, only eventually to be caught, tried, and imprisoned. Then he escapes and after shooting some guards faces the electric chair. The whole thing is as over-the-top as it sounds, and even though the whole “fantasy” is outrageous it adds up to a revealing critique of Nixon, not just for the Watergate cover-up but for other offenses, too.

Right near the end there is a sequence leading up to the execution. A big crowd has assembled, carnival music is playing, and someone is selling programs. A pre-execution eulogy begins to be delivered over the public address system.

“As Richard Nixon leaves us,” it begins, “we shall always remember this man.” When the voice describes him as a “great man,” there is much laughter amid the cacophony. A few more comments are added, then comes the conclusion:

“But I still say... years from now Richard Nixon will be remembered most of all for being a great poker player!”

There’s more laughter at that moment, the anticlimactic pronouncement of Nixon being a great poker player clearly intended as a double-edged jab meant both to belittle his accomplishments in politics and as president and to evoke negative connotations associated with poker, a game so seemingly suitable to “Tricky Dick.”

You can hear the whole Richard Nixon: A Fantasy LP over at the Internet Archive. Frye’s celebrity would soon after Nixon’s ouster, although he’d continue to record and perform thereafter. He died a couple of years ago in Las Vegas, and from what I can find online it sounds as though not a great deal is known of his last days. I’d be curious to hear if anyone in LV perhaps knows if he had been performing at all.

Will update further about this project as it develops, but for now I’m glad to have been more fully introduced to Mort Sahl and David Frye, and definitely recommend both to fans of comedy and/or political commentary from that earlier era.

(By the way, as I publish I am realizing this is my 1,999th post on Hard-Boiled Poker. That is a damn lot of scribbling. What to do for #2,000?)

Travel Report: LAPT6 Peru, Day 4 -- The Final Fifth Street, then Pizza Street

The fourth and final day of the Season 6 Latin American Poker Tour Peru Main Event -- the fifth one, in truth, because of the two Day 1 flights -- was the shortest of them all, clocking in at less than five hours. It wasn’t such a surprise, as the stacks were already starting to get shallow soon after play began, and sure enough the day was punctuated by one all-in after another as the final eight played down to a winner, Patricio Rojas of Chile.

On his bio sheet, Rojas had described himself as more of an online player -- indeed, like many he’d qualified for the event on PokerStars -- and in fact also noted that this was both his first LAPT event and first live tourney final table. He had the chip lead going in, lost it a couple of times along the way though always had a big stack, and by the time they’d gotten down to three-handed he had the majority of chips and eventually was able to withstand the others’ all-ins to win.

The runner-up, Rafael Pardo of Colombia, had made his fourth LAPT final table. He finished seventh twice (including at the very first LAPT event in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil in 2008), and third once earlier this year (again in Brazil, at Sao Paulo). That’s one behind the record of five LAPT final tables of Jose “Nacho” Barbero.

Pardo was way behind Rojas chip-wise to start heads up play and through a couple of dozen hands he couldn’t narrow the gap. Then came one in which both were dealt aces but Rojas had the better kicker, and when the final fifth street of the tourney fell the title was his. Not nearly as mind-boggling a finish as they had at APPT Queenstown this week (as I mentioned yesterday), but exciting nonetheless.

One interesting development yesterday saw the final seven players decide to flatten out the payouts considerably (which were quite steep). Here’s a post explaining what they did, which more or less amounted to taking a big chunk off the top and spreading it out among the other six spots.

Play ended late afternoon and after another couple of hours of tying up loose ends then a little longer to wait out the end of the High Roller event, a group of us were able to go back out into the Lima evening with its ever-present mist and find another good dinner.

We went to the famed Calle de las Pizzas or “Pizza Street” in downtown Miraflores which features a collection of restaurants -- many featuring gourmet pizzas -- with bars, music, and dancing. Was fun just walking up and down the street with Reinaldo, Maria, and Mario to look in on the various scenes while also being petitioned aggressively by those stationed outside each establishment wanting us to choose them. We finally settled on a place called La Glorietta, and Reinaldo and I split a pie with a host of toppings including asparagus and pineapple.

Was kind of funny to think I’d followed up my night of eating a hamburger with pizza while in Peru, but having been a few times now it was interesting to see a different part of Miraflores.

The dinner was lots of fun, and the pizza quite good as we ate while shooing away the men trying to sell us roses or play a song on the guitar. We also laughed a lot Mario told us a kind of incredible story about his trip to Wimbledon a few weeks ago. (Might be sharing more of that one later on... stay tuned.)

We ended up back at the Atlantic City Casino for some ice cream and more relaxing, then I cabbed it back to the hotel to get to sleep by midnight as I had to leave at 6:30 a.m. for the airport.

Am now all of the way back home after another long day of traveling -- hence the late posting -- and am going to sign off here for now and see if I can’t tame all of these still racing thoughts about the tourney and trip and get some sleep. Was another great experience, and I’m so grateful not only to have these opportunities but also to get to work with so many great, interesting people on the LAPT who couldn’t be more helpful.

If you’re curious you can check the PokerStars blog to see all of the posts from the five days of the tourney. Meanwhile, I’ll talk to you all mañana.

Travel Report: LAPT6 Peru, Day 3 -- One Tasty Burger

Blindingly fast day yesterday in terms of the pace of play at Day 3 of the Latin American Poker Tour Peru Main Event. It took less than six one-hour levels for 27 players to play down to eight, the only real slowdown coming near the end when it took a little over a half-hour to get from nine to eight.

Patricio Rojas of Chile leads with eight left, while the Argentinian Julian Menendez is also still in the hunt as the 24-year-old seeks a second LAPT title. Also, the Colombian Rafael Pardo though short-stacked will be playing at his fourth career LAPT final table today where he hopes to improve on his best-ever finish of third at LAPT Brazil a few months ago.

Within a few minutes of the start today the average will be down to about 23 big blinds per stack or so, and so it’ll probably be a fast start at least today for the eight-handed final table, and perhaps a fast finish, too. In which case we may get to enjoy one last meal in Lima, where it is difficult to go wrong food-wise in a city some call the “gastronomical capital of South America.”

Sergio and I were walking in today and talking about various meals we’ve had this trip, and he pointed out how when it comes to picking a place to eat in Lima, you can think about price or the kinds of food being offered, but there’s really no need to worry about quality because it is consistently high just about everywhere.

Our early finish last night enabled us to grab dinner at Papacho’s, a gourmet burger place located not from the Atlantic City Casino. The place was packed and in fact we had more than an hour wait to get a table, but that wasn’t such a bother as we’d had late lunches, anyway, and it was enjoyable just to relax and chat as we waited.

There were Beatles LPs on the walls and lots of Beatles tunes among the pop/rock soundtrack, and the menus were huge square cardboards with every inch covered by a myriad of burger types on offer. More American than Peruvian, really, but the massive Papacha I selected (with blue cheese and assorted toppings) was -- insert Jules Winnfield voice -- one tasty burger.

Had another good meal this morning at the hotel, a much lighter breakfast of a poached egg and salmon, and am now sitting near the main stage where preparations are being made for the final table to begin.

Looking forward to an exciting conclusion, although looking over Heath Chick’s report from the APPT Queenstown final table that played out overnight, I can’t imagine we’ll match the finish they had. Have you heard? The winner Jonathan Bredin won the final hand with , then revealed he had that same hand tattooed on his arm! No shinola!

Now that I think about it, maybe we should check to see if our final eight players have any tattoos before play begins today in Lima. Check over at the PokerStars blog where I’ll definitely let you know if we find out anything along those lines.

Travel Report: LAPT6 Peru, Day 2 -- The Fisherman

Another day down here in Lima as the Latin American Poker Tour Main Event in Peru winds its way along. From 557 total entries just 27 are left to start today’s Day 3, and when they finish tonight just eight will remain for tomorrow’s final table.

Time-wise yesterday lasted about as long as the first two days of the tourney, with players once again working through 10 one-hour levels. Felt longer, though, perhaps in part because I was working alone. Even Sergio -- who handles the Portuguese blog for PokerStars -- was gone by the final levels as all of the Brazilian players had busted.

Of course, even while scribbling away on my own I’m not really alone at all as I work alongside a host of other media covering the event for a variety of outlets. Indeed, there’s pretty much the same full court press-type coverage happening here as one finds at WSOP events or elsewhere in the world, and it’s kind of interesting to watch live reporting teams such as the group from Codigo Poker doing their updates in much the same fashion I’m used to doing at other events.

And of course the great Carlos Monti was there with me as well to the end yesterday, the regular photographer for PokerStars’ coverage of LAPT events.

That’s Carlos pictured to the left from yesterday helping out the Codigo guys at the end of the night with a quick interview of Team PokerStars Pro Leo Fernandez who survived to today’s Day 3.

Carlos is from Buenos Aires, Argentina, and besides being an excellent photographer he is also a serious fisherman. “That is my life,” he explained to me, speaking in English as his English is much, much better than my Spanish.

“When you are a fisherman -- a real fisherman -- it is for life... it is a philosophy,” he continued. The pic up top is of Carlos showing off a catch while at the PCA in the Bahamas.

I told him how my father is also a lifelong fisherman, and how knowing his dedication to it I thought I might understand what he meant. We chatted further and he explained how his background originally is in engineering and that in fact he taught for seven years. “Old people,” he said, referring to his students. “It was very nice.”

I have no doubt but that Carlos was an excellent teacher, as his ability to connect with others, and his care for others’ welfare, too, is obvious regardless of the language he employs -- English, Spanish, or the pictures he takes.

Looking forward to another day working alongside Carlos, casting for my own stories as Day 3 plays out. Check over at the PokerStars blog to see what the two of us manage to catch.

Travel Report: LAPT6 Peru, Day 1b -- The White Veil

Hello again from Lima, where the skies are overcast again today, as is usually the case.

All of my visits here have come during the late spring or summer, which means mild temperatures here south of equator. Had breakfast out on the hotel patio this morning, and while clouds hid the sun there was a slight breeze to make for a pleasant and quiet time to enjoy the meal and rejuvenate for the coming day.

The contrast with Las Vegas -- where I spent a month from mid-June to mid-July this summer for the World Series of Poker -- couldn’t be greater. Instead of 115 degrees it’s around 65 here. The overall pace is decidedly less frantic as well, with the days being long but over just after midnight (as opposed to 2-3 a.m. each evening at the Rio).

Yesterday the second of two Day 1 flights played out, and when play completed 104 players survived from the 334 total entries. They’ll join the 55 who made it through Wednesday’s Day 1a (from 213 entries) to make a field of 159 left to start today.

As the tourney progresses the focus on actual poker increases, reporting-wise. They’ll be making the money today (at 88 players), and probably get down to just three tables or thereabouts before coming back on Saturday to play down to an eight-handed final table. Thus will increase the need to track where the chips are going, how the big hands are playing out, and all of the other crucial moments that help define the event.

Meanwhile, these first couple of Day 1 flights have provided a few opportunities to share some color from the tournament as well as reflect a bit on the scene at large. Along those lines, one of the more fun posts from yesterday to write was one in which I talked about Herman Melville’s reference to Lima in Moby Dick, one that highlights the fog that often covers the coastal city during these middle months.

The allusion comes amid a chapter-length dissertation by Ishmael on “The Whiteness of the Whale,” with “the white veil” of fog that envelopes Lima in an inscrutable cloak one of several dozen examples brought up by the narrator. If you’re curious to see how I managed to fit that discussion into reporting from a poker tournament, click through and read the post, the title of which is borrowed from the book’s famous opening line.

There wasn’t too much fog on the walk over to the Atlantic City Casino this morning, although we have frequently experienced a kind of constant mist that has been present most times we’ve been outdoors. Again kind of reminds me of that covered walkway into the back of the Rio with the manmade mist spraying underneath to help visitors transition from the hot, hot parking lot into the cold, cold casino.

But these are fleeting comparisons, really, as the differences between the sites and what is happening at each seem much greater.

If you’re curious to read how the poker is playing out for today’s Day 2, click on over to the PokerStars blog.

Travel Report: LAPT6 Peru, Day 1a -- Poker Made Passion

Was a fast-moving day yesterday at LAPT Peru with the first of two Day 1 flights coming and going in what seemed like the blink of an eye.

There were 213 total entries yesterday (including a number of players who busted in the first four levels and re-entered), with only 55 making it through the day to come back for Friday’s Day 2. Today comes Day 1b, the second and last Day 1 flight, and expectations are we’ll see many of those who didn’t it make it through yesterday coming back to try again today.

There were several highlights yesterday, many of which I was able to include in my posts for the PokerStars blog throughout the day. One was the meal we enjoyed downstairs from the poker room at the Eliazar, the restaurant in the Atlantic City Casino where I’ve had multiple good meals during my visits to Lima.

Had a tasty potato and tilapia dish for a starter, breaded chicken with rice for the main course, then a delicious pastry-based dessert with caramel and jelly.

The latter had us laughing with the menu description thanks to the inclusion of an English translation that went “I have left the dessert made passion” which Ray and I subsequently tried our best to develop into a catch phrase for the rest of the evening.

Humberto Brenes is here, of course, and after re-entering once early on he made it through to Day 2. As often happens on the LAPT, the “Shark” was the source of few more highlights yesterday.

On these LAPT stops I’m always reminded of Brenes’s elevated status as a genuine poker celebrity in this part of the world. He sometimes gets referred to as the “Godfather of Costa Rican poker” or the like, and it’s easy to see how much others tend to enjoy and appreciate his presence at the tables.

There were a few hands late in the day, all-in situations that Brenes helped turn into celebrations with his involuntary expressions of excitement, that caused us to think of that new word we have all learned in the last month -- “Sharknado.” (One such scene is pictured, with Brenes on the left.)

I remember a few years ago when many were first exposed to the antics of Brenes on ESPN, and how there were a few less-than-enthused reactions from some quarters who thought he might be unduly playing to the cameras. But in truth his passion for the game is always genuine, and in the context of an LAPT event adds considerably as a reminder to all much fun card-playing can be.

Have to run as Day 1b is approaching fast. Sounds like we’ll see more today than yesterday in terms of entries, so there’ll be more tournament to cover. Check in over at the PokerStars blog for reports all day.

Travel Report: LAPT6 Peru, Arrival -- Returning to the Scene

A quick post to report I arrived safely in Lima, Peru and am this morning readying for the first of five days of writing about the Latin American Poker Tour Main Event happening at the Atlantic City Casino in the Miraflores district.

The trip down was about as smooth as one would hope for, with both my flight to Miami then the one into Lima being without any great drama. Had all sorts of intentions to “work on the plane” (scare quotes intended), in particular during the five-plus hour trip from Miami International Airport to the Jorge Chávez International Airport in Lima. But I found myself ground down by some leftover fatigue and ended up just zoning out on the plane listening to music and some rips of old comedy LPs I’d picked up before leaving.

We were about a half-hour late landing in Lima, and with a few other big flights also arriving that meant an especially long wait in line at immigration (probably close to an hour). Was a little anxious during that wait only because I had a ride waiting to meet me once I was able to work my way through that line, then also through the quicker customs gateway to reach ground transportation. There was outside chance my ride might not wait for me should I be overly late meeting him.

As I finally pushed through the doors to the spacious lobby with windows facing the Lima night sky, I searched a throng of drivers holding up signs until I happily spotted my own name printed on one of the white boards. I acknowledged my savior with a pumped fist which he returned in kind -- an international symbol for “our wait is over” -- and a little while later I was being driven south toward Miraflores.

I recalled earlier trips down the same road as we went, especially once we reached the coast with the tall cliffs on one side and the Pacific Ocean on the other.

I remembered the last time I’d come to Peru and traveled down that same road back in April 2011, riding with Dr. Pauly. That trip was during the day, and traffic was halted for some time as we encountered a horde of police cars and some yellow tape to the side at the base of the cliffs marking some sort of crime scene. As we passed we realized someone had fallen the 300 feet or so to his or her death, and the cabbie explained that in fact there were two victims.

Felt more than a little ominous, that, then a couple of days later Black Friday arrived to cast another long shadow over the entire trip. I thought about mentioning the story to my driver this time, but decided against disturbing the relative quiet forced upon us by neither of us knowing that much of the other’s native tongue.

Arrived at the hotel after 11 p.m. and was settled in shortly thereafter. Then this morning I enjoyed the El Puruano Huancaino downstairs, an egg-and-potatoes dish, and am now about to pack up to make the short walk over to the Atlantic City.

I’ll be posting regularly throughout the day over at the PokerStars blog, so check over there for today’s reports on the first of two day 1 flights, which I trust will go as smoothly as my two flights down.

Leaving for Lima

Still feels like the WSOP has only just concluded, but today I’m heading back out for another long distance trip to go watch people play cards. This time out I’m making a return visit to Lima, Peru for the Latin American Poker Tour Main Event that starts tomorrow.

This makes a third trip to Lima for your humble scribbler. The first was back in June 2010 during Season 3 of the LAPT when Jose “Nacho” Barbero won his second straight title on the tour, for which Brad “Otis” Willis was my blogging partner on the PokerStars blog. Then the following spring I went back for the Season 4 stop, that time with Dr. Pauly.

That second trip coincided with Black Friday, which meant when we left we Americans were all still regular online poker players, but by the time we returned everything had changed. Still seems like such a short time ago, and yet so much has changed since then with regard both to online poker in particular and live tournament poker, too.

Like other tours around the world, the LAPT has been thriving and by now has built up its own tradition with this Lima stop coming midway through Season 6. I’ll be performing solo on the Stars blog this time around, although I look forward to working with my buddies and Reinaldo and Sergio who handle the Spanish and Portuguese blogs for PokerStars, respectively, as well as many others who run the LAPT and whom I’ve gotten to know while reporting from various stops over the years.

Gotta full day of travel ahead and need to ensure I’ve remembered to pack my passport, so I’ll sign off here. I expect to be back, though, to file a few travel reports this week, and to point you to the PokerStars blog for more. See you all on the other side.

Where I’m @

Last week I finally decided to get rid of an old email address -- one I’d had for about seven years -- in favor of moving over to a new Gmail addy.

The primary reason for the move is the added memory Gmail gives for free (15 GB, I believe), whereas on my old account I was actually limited to a measly 100 MB and couldn’t get more without paying for it. Thus for several years now I’ve been constantly backing up messages offline and deleting so as not to go over that absurdly small limit.

When I decided to make the switch, I sent a mass email to everyone in my address book announcing the change. I knew there were a lot of dead emails in there, and indeed I’ve received a lot of bounce-backs since sending out the note. I’ve also enjoyed hearing from lots of folks emailing me back, including some whom I haven’t corresponded with in years.

In a weird way, between the responses and failed messages it’s been a little like reviewing a sorta-skewed history of poker and poker media from the past seven years, with my inbox flooded with reminders of various now-defunct sites and outlets, of how certain individuals have moved on from one place to another, and of how fast everything has evolved over that period.

Making the switch also caused me to remember how I had first created the email address shortly after starting the blog (in April 2006), using the “shortstackedshamus” name for it. It was probably only a couple of years later that it became the primary email for me; that is to say, for a long time it had been the email I checked first and most often, rather than the couple of email addresses I had which were associated with my actual name.

But despite the frequent inconvenience of the email provider, I stayed with the address mostly out of stubbornness. I’d compare it to how I often used to play online poker, sticking with the same game and stakes for months or even years even after I’d grown tired of doing so, if only because of a non-specific resistance to change borne from several causes, among them risk aversion and simple indolence.

Anyhow, I finally got up from that lousy table and have taken a seat at this new one, email-wise, so for those looking to get in touch, that’s where I’ll be.