Saturday is International Tabletop Day. It'd be a great day to go play games with your friends. If you're in the area, feel free to come do that at 3 Trolls Games And Puzzles, but really, anywhere you game is good. I hope you have fun.
Last night's Forged In Fire encounter was convincingly won by an SCA blacksmith named Master Grendal, from An Tyr. I was rooting for him all the way, not just because he was a SCAdian, but because he was my opponent in perhaps my most memorable fight ever.

As some of you know, I attended a tournament at 30th Year "incognito" as Le Chevalier Sauvage, to the acclaim of the particpants and audience alike, where many great deeds were done by many noble gentles. I had brought a pair of matched gnarly clubs, and as the day was waning, a behemoth of a man came up to me and suggested that we might have a pass or two with the weapons I had brought. When I agreed, he threw down a shield, planted a foot on it, bid me to do the same, and set the rules that we would fight to three good blows against one or the other of us, never to lift the foot we'd planted on the shield.

At that moment, I knew what it was like to be Gawain facing off against Bercilak.

Still I agreed - how could I not? - and many powerful blows were struck. But to my surprise, I could not move him from the shield, and to his, he could not move me from it either. And so we continued, until finally he landed a blow on me, and then I one on him, which drove him to greater fury that struck me one more time, and still neither of us moved from our spot.

The sun was setting, and my strength was also reaching its end, so I thought I only had enough left to strike him one more time. I summoned all the art and wit and strength I had left. My blow knocked his weapon aside and hit him clean in the helmet, sending him to the ground, but lo! his foot was still on the shield! I smiled, content, knowing I had done my best, but that I had nothing left, when he proclaimed I had won the fight.

I protested, saying we were at two and two, and the next pass would surely be both decisive, and his for the taking, and then he stood up and proclaimed something amazing, which I remember to this day. He told the crowd "Only a son of Weyland could strike such a blow as that, and it would be cowardly not to count it as two."

And that is how I met Master Grendal. Not many like him walk the earth.
I went to my first fencing practice last night. It was fun, and an interesting experience. My plan is to learn period techniques from historical manuals, and not worry too much, at least for the moment, as to whether that makes me a good fencer. But last night's lesson was all about very basic attacks and parries, as done by the local fencing community. I was, I expect, pretty much what you would expect from an aging heavy list fighter - I understood the ideas behind what was being taught but was pitifully inadequate at doing them. No surprise there.

My next practice is going to be very humbling - the first bit in Agrippa is all about fighting from the first guard, which is both very tiring and very much out of line with what everyone else is doing. I'm going to be hard pressed to fight this way and do something sensible. The text gives a lot of suggestions using a lot of terms I don't understand yet.

This is going to be a blast.
It's an aphorism in no-limit poker that you need to be fearless when the time is right, and not care if it ends up losing you your stack. I got to pounce on a mistake by making a good play that worked tonight.

I was the button, and had a good table image, playing $1/2. 3 people limped in front of me, and I picked up 64o, and my random number for the hand was 87 (for those who haven't been following along, I discretely use a randomizer app on my watch to implement a mixed strategy, so that it's hard for opponents to be sure what I have), so I decided to make a small raise to $10. The blinds both called, and then the first limper did something odd - she put in 20, and then tried to take back 10, and was told that she had made a legit raise, even though she didn't intend to. She grumbled, but there was nothing to do. The other two limpers called, and then I made my move - I raised $125 on top, having checked to see that nobody was either short- or deep-stacked. The blinds folded, the inadvertant limper looked at her hand a while, said she couldn't call such a big bet, and folded, and the other two limpers folded. Basically, I risked $125 to win $95 with what was likely the worst hand at the table. But of course, my opponents didn't know that.

I don't know how this would play out at a tough table (perhaps Patri will chime in here). But in the games I frequent, I expect this play to work about 90% of the time or so, which makes it well worth making. Sometimes, poker can be very chess-like.
Tonight, for the first time since my right hip got replaced, I'm going to fighting practice. My plan is to hit the Framingham practice every other Wednesday, where I will do heavy list and eventually maybe some fencing, and in the off weeks go to the Carolingian fencing practice on Thursdays, and begin my foray into historical fencing techniques.

In fact, tonight on the train out to Framingham, I will begin to study my Agrippa.
Off to Boskone. Back Sunday.
Richard Nixon almost got away with Watergate. The Senate investigations were initially explosive - Dean was a star witness damning to the presidency. The three networks took turns broadcasting the hearings, and it's estimated that 85% of U.S. citizens at the time saw at least some substantial parts of the proceedings.

But after a month, things were winding down. It looked like the hearings were going to end up netting a couple of Nixon's top aides, but that was about it. Then, on July 13, 1973. Donald Sanders asked Alexander Butterfield if there was any validity to Dean's inference that conversations were taped, and Butterfield responded with this lightning bolt from the heavens - "I was wondering if someone would ask that. There is tape in the Oval Office."

That reignited the maelstrom, and was the straw that broke the Nixon Machine's house of cards.
At the general marshal's meeting yesterday, I was rather touched that after Arloff asked a question about combat archery, which I hadn't taken a look at at all yet, I actually got applause and a murmur of approval for the answer "I don't have a clue. Let's try to figure it out over the next few months." I shouldn't read too much into that, but one takes one's joys where they come.
Every year I go to a small gaming con run by Randy Chertkow in Chicago, titularly to celebrate his birthday. Given that I have such a good time at it, and I now have a gaming club that I'm working with anyway, it seems like a good time to completely steal the idea. So I'm currently thinking of running a weekend-long gaming con at 3 Trolls Games And Puzzles from the evening of 28 September until the afternoon of 1 October.

I'd like to reserve a block of hotel rooms at the nearby Radisson, but don't really have a good handle on whether people would use them or not. So without actually committing yourself, let me know if you'd be interested in a room if I got a block. The standard rate seems to be about $160 a night, I presume I could get some sort of a deal with enough bookings. 3 Trolls is on Summer Street in Chelmsford MA. and the hotel is about a mile away.
I've just finished the first pass at the letter I'm sending to the marshal's group on Sunday.

It's terrible. That's ok. I'll be working on it for the next few days, right up until Sunday when I hit the send button. This version followed Forrester's advice to Jamal:

No thinking - that comes later. You must write your first draft with your heart. You rewrite with your head. The first key to writing is... to write, not to think!

Perhaps not as useful for non-fiction as it is for fiction, but it did get me to start. :)
I'm normally mildly conversational at the poker table. I chat about topics of interest, though almost never politics or poker - the former because its complex and the latter because I have no reason to give opponents insight on my thinking. :) Last night ended up being a bit different.

I was sitting just to the right of a very loose, aggressive player - I'd class him as hyper-aggressive, for the jargon-enabled - which limited my options a lot. To top things off, he was hitting everything. (No really, his 85o cracked AA at the showdown, and that sort of thing was happening _a lot_.) Still, I was making a bit of money slowly over time, and after about 2 hours my randomizer came up 100, which is the number I assign to "do some Crazy Ivan stunt unless you're given some reason not to". I'm in the small blind with A7 off. 3 people limp in, and I could stick in a healthy raise, except I'm pretty sure I have a better plan, and limp as well. Sure enough, Mr. Loosey-goosey raises to 7 (too small to get anyone out, but his goal was to take control of the play of the hand), gets 3 callers, and now I reraise to 60 - the minimum number I think will do the job. One of the players in the hand, bless his heart, exclaims "Finally, you're not going to stand for this nonsense any more". Well, maybe he didn't use the word "nonsense" - its all a bit hazy.

The big blind thinks long enough to camouflage the fact that he got caught, and folds, and so does everyone else, and I scoop up the pot. The loose player chimes in with the typical "nice bet", and I say I had to do something - playing behind him was cramping my style. He points to empty seat to the left of him, and I come back with "That wouldn't be very sportsmanlike".

That comment changed the whole evening. Apparently he decided I was Danger Lad, and toned down his play a lot whenever I was in the hand. We started talking about poker situations a lot. It was fun. I learned quite a bit about how at least one example of that style of player thinks.
Becoming a Great Officer in fourteen days is actually an argument against returning to E.V.E. Online. :)
I would have to classify yesterday as a success. The company was grand, the conversation lively, and the only disaster in the kitchen was that we had too much to do.

The salt fish dish came out as well as I had hoped - it, the garlic soup, and the wonderful flan that Jacqui brought, were the only dishes without leftovers.

The surprise dish was the Sopa de Ajo. Dead simple. In a shallow bowl, put a little basil and a drizzle of olive oil, top with a fried piece of baguette crouton that's been smeared with an olive oil/garlic mixture, put a slice of fresh tomato on top, and ladle in a portion of spiced vegetable broth. Dead simple, but a magnificent warning shot about what the diners could expect of the evening.

Unlike recent Christmases here, there was a lot of holiday cheer going on. I got 10 bottles of an inexpensive Argentinian red and five bottles of Argentinian white at Trader Joe's, and a couple of other people augmented the supply, and the group made a very healthy dent on things. Fortunately, the designated drivers all kept the wits about them, so that was all good.

The carnage isn't too bad this morning. The dish washer will be running all day, but I expect things will be in good order by bedtime tonight. Good thing too, as the next set of guests arrive tomorrow evening.
Avert your eyes, avert your eyes! Sons of the New World, of the Old, my brothers! I see in your eyes the same revulsion that would take the heart of me. A day may come when my aesthetic sense may shine, when I amaze my friends and manage to wrap a present that doesn't look like it was torn apart by wolves. But it is not this day! An hour of smooth wrapping paper and shiny ribbon done up in a pretty bow! But it is not this day! This day we wrap with ragged edges and Gordian knots! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you "Look not on my wrapping job, Men Of The West!"
This year we've decided the theme is Argentinian/Chilean. Here's the menu I'm going to try for:

Empanadas, with lamb filling
Provoleta - grilled provolone cheese

Sopa de Ajo - garlic soup

ensalada rusa - apparently everyone around the world serves some version of potato salad, and they're remarkably similar

zapallito tart - basically a vegetable quiche
salt baked fish
Humitas - pureed corn with scallions, green pepper, and cheese
steak chunuchurri
Porotos granados - beans with squash and corn
Berenjenas en escabeche - marinated eggplant

alfajores - Argentinian cookies
black welsh cake

If I'm feeling ambitious, I will attempt

Pan de Navidad - Christmas bread
Meredith and I are both too much under the weather to go to the Chorus Pro Musica's Candlelight Christmas concert tonight and have two tickets which we'd be happy to give away to anyone who could use them. Email me at for info on how to get them.

The Pertinent Info:

Candlelight Christmas Concert
8 p.m.
Old Sourh Church
645 Boyleston Street
Boston 02116

That's basically the Copley stop of the Green Line.
Today I'm officially cleared for significant physical activity. I'm going to Florida to play golf. I'll be back on Tuesday.
When I was a younger child, Christmas music started sometime in December and was a constant companion until around New Year's. (Sorry mom, if that's not how it actually was. It is how I remember it though.) The thing is, we had about three Christmas records, so we heard the same songs over and over again. You'd think we'd have all gotten sick of it pretty quickly.

I loved it.

In remembrence of that, I listen to the Holly channel on Sirius XM in my car. Coming home last night I heard

The Eurythmics do Winter Wonderland
Carly Simon doing Night Before Christmas
Seth Macfarlane and Sara Bareilles do Baby It's Cold Outside

and to finish off, David Bowie and Bing Crosby doing a Little Drummer Boy/Peace On Earth mashup

David Bowie sings with Bing Crosby! How cool is that?
I use a watch with a randomizer app to vary how I play hands. At my level of play, this works great, but experts might notice and object - I'm sure if it came down to it, I expect the house would rule against using the app, though not necessarily against wearing a watch. I did in fact, once have a dealer notice that something was going on, but he thought I was consulting a heart rate monitor. I do try to make things as unnoticeable as I can, but there's no getting around that I look at my watch and press a button a lot.

Yesterday, I forgot to put my watch on - I had it charging in the car. Rather than go back out and get it, I just tried to randomize by volition. It worked out decently for the majority of hands, because I did things sort of by rote. In early position, for example, I'll fold suited connectors half the time, limp a quarter of the time, raise small 15% of the time, and raise large 10%. I just collapsed the last two into "raise something" a quarter of the time, and then let my past history dictate what I did next. Not perfect, but it all worked reasonably well.

I did lose the 1 in a 100 complete bluff plays. At my level I don't think that means I lose a lot - one makes those plays to either exploit too-tight tables or to demonstrate to the observant that you can have anything in any position. $1/$2 are almost never too tight, and it's rare for people to draw any but the broadest conclusions from seeing what you had.

I could have used my hole cards as randomizers. There are 16 suit combinations you, and you could grade finer if you also differentiated whether the first card was higher or lower than the second. The problem with that is that the randomizer is connected to your holding, which means if you don't shift the meaning of combos between hands, you'll end up making the same choice with those (or similar) cards next time that suit combo comes up.

At the end, the big takeaway I got from the experience is that having forced myself to vary my plays by using a randomizer for a while now, I'm more disposed to doing it even without the external aid.
The subject line pretty much says it all - at the low levels at least, self-delusional poker players are common.

I was four hours into a session. I had given a fair bit of action throughout - sometimes with strong hands, sometimes with speculative ones, sometimes where it wasn't clear which category the hand belonged in. A couple of seats behind me was a know-it-all wildman. Because the intervening player got up for a few minutes, he was the small blind when I was the large. 3 people limp in, Wildman raises to 16, I reraise to 60, the limpers fold and he calls.

Flop comes QT6offsuit he raises to 60 I shove for his remaining 150, he calls with KTdiamonds, and explodes when I show AA. It holds up, and he goes into a tizzy about how badly I played the hand.

Now its true that against many players I'll just call the flop bet, and there's one regular I know whom I'd actually fold against, at least sometimes, but this guy fell into neither of those categories. I was quite sure that when I shoved he'd think I was bluffing, and so he did. But what was lost to him was that he went -270 on a hand that he probably ought to have -2 on, or perhaps as much as -20. Let's have a look see.

The preflop raise is certainly not the normal play, but if he wants to take a stab at stealing then I've got no beef with that - varying one's play is good, and if he gets by me, then he has a decent shot of scooping the pot, so let's say he risked 16 to win 10. My raise to 60 is a huge warning bell going off though. I could be semi-bluffing and still ahead of him. Our stacks are way too short for him to call, hope to hit, and then collect out of position. (Though with a wild man, collecting is not so hard - I'd have paid off QT in this case, for example.) I think he want both of us to have 600+ left before calling my 3-bet.

Leading out on the flop with second pair is overly aggressive. And yes, when I put him all in for the rest of the chips, he can probably fold there too, since unless I started with AQ or 99, or I guess JT (unlikely that), I'm going to be way ahead of him. He's getting a bit short of 2-1 on his money for a five-outer plus runner-runner flush or straight where I don't improve more than he does. If I'm bluffing here, it probably should work. Sometimes you can't really recover your hand and position.

Really, the big lesson for the game is to look to yourself before blaming other people. Hard to do sometimes, both in a game, and elsewhere.



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