Shabbir's Diary

Rocks and Rings

As a teenager my most prevalent emotion was disillusionment.  Disillusionment with parents, teachers, political leaders, all of the above.  This creates a sort of cynicism that settles into a deep melancholy that will leave you about the time you leave college and realize you can't get laid anymore because of your mopery.  (that's pronounced "mope-er-ee", the state of actively moping.  A phrase the retired NYC fraud cops who worked at Goldman Sachs taught me...)

I bring this up beacuse I've just had the sort of experience that would have onset the disillusionment of twenty years ago.  Today, I find it produces nothing but a little empathy for the patheticness of the speaker.

Who is this mystery person who created such a nostalgic emotion in me?  I bring you one of poker's young guns, Antonio Esfandiari and his secret club and personal lifestyle philosophy, "Rocks and Rings".

On this Memorial Day

For Memorial Day I'd like to share with you one of the most beautiful and saddest poems I've every read.  Even today I debate reading it aloud, because I'm usually choked up by the second stanza.  But its history, and the sacrifice it represented for freedom is worth the attempt. 

This untitled poem by Violette Szabo was composed during World War 2 before her deployment.  Violette was a French resistance espionage agent managed by British intelligence who worked covertly in Nazi-occupied France during World War 2.

The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours.

The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.

A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause.

For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours.

You deserve a bit of an explanation of course...

What you should read in Sunday's papers

The following articles  in Sunday's papers are worth reading online, if you missed them in print.  If you like this feature, make a comment in the Comments area and I'll keep doing it on Sundays.

God save my immortal soul for reading Tina Brown's column.

Fake movie stars romantic relationships were used in the 40's to generate headlines, and I suspect they might have been successful in an era where the audience isn't as media-saturated and savvy as we are today.

But today, it's getting old.  Nobody buys it anymore.

Poker in Sports Illustrated; why do you play poker?

Go check out the SI special on poker.  I particularly love the guy who has lost a hundred grand. Where does a college student get a hundred grand?  While this one character is the least sympathetic in the story, it's because he's a gambling addict.  Blackjack, horse racing, and poker, he'll bet it all, and he's either lying or got some infinite source of funds that in fact he can lose.  Mr. Glass, anyone?

   

Holy crap!

Where did the time go?  Did I really go 8 days without a blog update?

Tracey, a dear friend, and my sister Sam threw us a baby shower two Saturdays ago.  The "No cute onesies" rule was adhered to and they tossed us the kind of adult bacchanalia you expect out of the Safdar household.  Much liquor was consumed (but not by the mother to be), much smoke was inhaled, and the next morning I found myself picking up random items of women's clothing that were discarded on the way into the hot tub. 

Several weeks into my HP TC 1100 Tablet PC

I'm now several weeks into my life with my HP TC1100, and it's pretty indispensible.  Below I've written up how I've been using the tablet, as well as what improvements I could make to it to make it more useful.  On the whole, I think if you're going to buy another laptop, you should definately be shopping for tablet functionality on your checklist of things your laptop should have.

I'd carefully compare any new prospective laptop purchase to the HP TC4200, a brand new "laptop with tablet features" that looks really, really good.

My birthday so rocks.

I've had an awesome birthday.  Coinciding with several large factions of my family speaking for the first time in fifteen years, I got birthday wishes from all of my parents and parts of the family I haven't spoken to in years.   My moms sent me some good-looking shirts, one phoned in an order to Cakelove, and my little sister had Imo's Pizza drop-shipped to me from St. Louis.

Besides having all the kids of this generation speaking, Sarah put out a call for birthday poetry, and I got it back in spades from the Burning Man clan I hang with, Fandango.  I can't keep them to myself, so I include them below with their authors.

Selected links you should read

Check out another one of Sarah's "Pregnancy Myths Debunked".  I think there's a book in this somewhere.

Bill Rini, one of the people that blog a lot about poker, has a good link to the diary of a guy who started playing online poker for a living in between consulting contracts and never stopped.  His diary for a year is worth a skim.  I suggest reading the first few weeks and then reading the entry for week 52.  Reading all 52 is....well...boring.

With apologies to your M.A.S.H. fans, "That is all.."

Getting Things Done

"Hello, my name is Shabbir Safdar, and I'm a David-Allen-aholic."