Toronto and The Center-Seeking Force Part I...aka I have stopped starting each post with the letter I which I did for 98 posts, did anyone notice?
Zuh-Hero Pokah Content Below Boyz and Girlz. Forewarned is forearmed no? Just made my deadline. Was going to send this to 55 first, but have realized anymore delay and I will never get it out. BTW this ends up being number 100, although it's an incomplete pass as you will soon see. Story of this blog to date. First Year Anniversary coming up at which time the omnibus retrospective will begin. Tickets are still available for the nude clown jello wrestling performance piece during intermission.
Ate well. No work out. I am a lazy, lazy, fat fuck. Still I will soon be a cable TV star and I better get back to sex symbol shape soon if I know what's good for me. Curious? That's about ten posts away...
To today's business then, shall we?
Quite a while ago Fuel sent me a great piece he had written on the WSOP as a poker player’s Mecca. The post ended with him opining that each of us have other pilgrimages we strive to make. This fine idea concluded with an appeal to think about the concept a little and see if I had something I wanted to say on the topic. In fact I had started forming my take on this thread within minutes of reading the piece but then suffered a total inability to express my thoughts. For weeks. And strange that, because as a muslim (yeah, yeah a gambling dillentante of a muslim, but one nonetheless) I’ve grown up with the idea of pilgrimage as a fundamental article of faith.
Anyway, the idea has never been far from mind and recently I spent time with an old friend which led to a true a-ha moment. Not easy to come by one of those at this stage of the mid-game and what follows is my attempt to get it down. I don’t pretend that any of this navel-gazing prattle will be of interest to anyone but myself, but Gardner oft noted that writing is good for the soul and who am I to argue with him?
Dammit…it’s 11pm and I am still two tabling! Am going to have to post this now to keep my vow. Tomorrow…no preamble…only self-serving mummy didn’t love me so that’s why I wet the bed insights.
MTF.
Ate well. No work out. I am a lazy, lazy, fat fuck. Still I will soon be a cable TV star and I better get back to sex symbol shape soon if I know what's good for me. Curious? That's about ten posts away...
To today's business then, shall we?
Quite a while ago Fuel sent me a great piece he had written on the WSOP as a poker player’s Mecca. The post ended with him opining that each of us have other pilgrimages we strive to make. This fine idea concluded with an appeal to think about the concept a little and see if I had something I wanted to say on the topic. In fact I had started forming my take on this thread within minutes of reading the piece but then suffered a total inability to express my thoughts. For weeks. And strange that, because as a muslim (yeah, yeah a gambling dillentante of a muslim, but one nonetheless) I’ve grown up with the idea of pilgrimage as a fundamental article of faith.
Anyway, the idea has never been far from mind and recently I spent time with an old friend which led to a true a-ha moment. Not easy to come by one of those at this stage of the mid-game and what follows is my attempt to get it down. I don’t pretend that any of this navel-gazing prattle will be of interest to anyone but myself, but Gardner oft noted that writing is good for the soul and who am I to argue with him?
Dammit…it’s 11pm and I am still two tabling! Am going to have to post this now to keep my vow. Tomorrow…no preamble…only self-serving mummy didn’t love me so that’s why I wet the bed insights.
MTF.
posted by Iakaris aka I.A.K. at 11:01 PM
2 Comments:
Good grief!!!!!!!! Let's get the MECCA epic done. I haven't written another word for months waiting for your donkazz to improve the piece!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I believe I may have a non-sexual man-crush on you, Ick.
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