British Isles trip, part 5: Tower of London

Link to photo dump.

I've been really chatty with previous posts in this series, so I think today I'll just put up these pictures without further comment.

British Isles trip, part 4: London

Link to photo dump.

London is one of the biggest, oldest, and most interesting cities in the world--and we saw about 0.0000001% of it.

I'm saving shots of the Tower of London for tomorrow. This is a sampling of the rest of what we saw.

The first two pictures are the gorgeous Natural History Museum. That these photos convey anything at all of its beauty is miraculous, considering that they were shot through the window of our tour bus--which is, sadly, the only way we saw the place.

One of the best things that the tour company did was hire local tour guides at our major stops. They were all absolutely first-rate. Unfortunately, I don't remember the name of this chap in London, but he was a fount of knowledge and a sheer delight, too. [EDIT: My wonderful sister-in-law reminds me that his name was Patrick.]

That last shot is technically pure crapola. But it serves me well as an aide-memoir, to use a phrase my girlfriend taught me just the other day.

It had been a rough day. Dad woke up too sick to go sightseeing with us, and just stayed at the hotel to recover. I cut my touring short at noon, after the Tower of London, to go back to the hotel and check on him.

That afternoon, having convinced myself that Dad was safe to leave alone for a while, I looked around on Google Maps to see what interesting things might be within walking distance of our hotel that I could go out and see on my own. I was greatly surprised to discover that we were just one block away from the north perimeter road around Heathrow Airport, and that one of the two main runways was just a bit over 200 yards from a fence that looked like one might be able to get at on foot.

After dinner, I convinced my brother to go explore with me. We found our way between fences and buildings and got right up to that perimeter fence without being arrested, and watched a bunch of planes land. The very first one that came, as shown above, was one of the new Airbus A380 double-deckers, the largest passenger jet in the world, which I had never before seen in person.

One of the most-touted features of my new camera is its supposed superiority in low-light situations, so I was eager to try it here, and delighted that my very first shot was actually usable, even if a little blurred. (That plane was still moving really fast, and it was hard to frame it--especially shooting through a chain-link fence.)

Everything about the situation--having a little unauthorized fun adventure after a tiring and worrying day, having it with my big brother, seeing that model of plane for the first time, having my camera be reasonably successful in a technically challenging situation--it all just made me glowy and happy. That's why I like this picture far out of proportion to its aesthetic merits.

For the photo geeks among my readers, the camera chose ISO 1600, f3.5, and 1/160 second here.

PokerNews article #29

This one is about the problem of two players agreeing to "check it down" against a third, who is already all-in--a form of illegal collusion.

http://learn.pokernews.com/poker-strategy-theory/casino-poker-for-beginners-the-let-s-check-it-down-problem-5074.htm

British Isles trip, part 3: Windsor Castle

Link to photo dump.

Just about everything that could go wrong, in terms of interfering with good picture-taking, did go wrong at Windsor Castle. It was cold, windy, and intermittently rainy. The crowds of people were impossible. We had flown all night and then gone straight from the airport to the castle, with no stop at the hotel for either sleep or freshening up, so I was cranky and sleep-deprived. Worst, you're not allowed to take any photos inside, where all the goodies are.

Not surprisingly, then, I have no photos that I'm proud of. Still, here's a sample of...

What We Saw 

N.B.: I won't keep reminding you of this, but you can see much bigger versions of any photo by right-clicking on it and opening in new tab or window.

Windsor Castle is stunning in just about every possible way. It's simply enormous--far bigger than you would ever think by looking at pictures. It's gorgeous. It's impeccably maintained. It's stuffed to the gills with the most obscenely ornate and expensive art and antiques. Its centuries of history ooze from every stone and furnishing. I would love to be set loose on its ground for about a week--with nobody else around--to take it all in and make some nice photos. Alas, that's not the circumstances I had. Not even close.

The only reason I have even one interior picture is that I snapped it before hearing the announcement that no inside photos were permitted.

Before I forget, let me mention that the staff here, and just about everywhere else we went, were absolutely first-rate about going out of their way to be helpful to our situation, which was usually one of us three kids (we're all in our 50s, but I still think of us that way collectively) pushing Dad in a wheelchair. He doesn't usually need it, but he was only three weeks out from major surgery when we flew to London. Frankly, it was a minor miracle that he was recovered enough to go at all. He needed the chair less and less as more days passed and he visibly regained some strength. But when we showed up anywhere with the wheelchair, the staff didn't wait for us to ask for help; they would assertively approach and escort us behind cordons to the lifts. (I actually got to see some cool stuff that's off-limits to the general public as a result of this, but obviously I couldn't whip out the camera at those spots.) Much gratitude to the employees at all the places we went who were so courteous. Windsor Castle was our first exposure to this kind of special treatment, and though the staff at the other sites came close, nobody else quite rose to the exceptionally high bar the people at Windsor set in this regard. Centuries-old buildings are intrinsically nightmarish for accessibility, but they did everything in their power to get us everywhere they could, without us even asking for the assistance.

I leave you with what I think is an amusing video clip of part of the changing of the guard. As you'll see, I unexpectedly found myself in the way of the regiment and had to scramble a bit to get to where I was just barely out of their marching line. In fact, that's really the only reason this video is worth sharing.

British Isles trip, part 2: The selfies

No sooner do I tell you how I'm going to do posts in this series than I violate the protocol.

This is just a quick assembly of the selfies I took for posting on Twitter day by day, along with whatever I wrote about them when posted. They were taken with my cell phone, not the good camera. They were just silly shots to remind my friends that I was going places and seeing things.


August 18: I haven't mastered the "destination selfie" like @BJNemeth, but here I am at the Tower of London this morning.

August 19: For today's selfie, you have to guess where I am. NO HINTS!

August 20: Selfie-upon-Avon. (Today's tweet sponsored by Wm. Shakespeare.)  

August 21: Liverpool selfie. Like Paul, I'm the cute one.

August 22: The city of York formally expelled me for violating this ordinance. 

August 22: The City Council of Leeds commands you to litter. 

August 23: Today's selfie comes from the shore of Lake Windermere in NW England. I call it "Duckface with duck." 

August 24: Today's selfie comes to you from the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. 

August 24: Bonus selfie to induce envy in golfers. 

August 25: Today's selfie is from the top of Edinburgh Castle. 

August 26: Today's selfie is from the ferry from Scotland to Northern Ireland. It guest-stars my 91-year-old father. 

August 27: Today's selfie comes from Giant's Causeway, Northern Ireland. It's one of the most amazing natural sights I've seen. 

August 28: Selfie with sister on tour bus in Dublin. Flying home tomorrow. 

August 28: Selfie with sister, s-in-law, brother, and father, last dinner of our big trip. (B-in-law sick, stayed at hotel.) 

OK, that's all of them. I'm really not as narcissistic as that series makes me seem, taken in all at once. They were just for funsies. After this post, I disappear behind the camera. 

British Isles trip, part 1: Introduction

From August 16 to August 29, 2014, I was touring the British Isles (England, Wales, Scotland, Northern Ireland, and the Republic of Ireland) with my 91-year-old father, my brother and sister-in-law, and my sister and brother-in-law. It was organized by a tour company in Utah called "Fun For Less." There were a total of 87 people, plus two tour leaders. Travel was by motor coach, except (obviously) for the trip from Scotland to Ireland, which required a ferry. We started in London and ended in Dublin.

I had a wonderful time. I have not spent so much time with my family since the three of us kids were all still living at home. It was a pleasure and honor to be with them all.

We had signed up for the trip back in January, so we had a lot of lead time. In February, I bought a new camera specifically with this trip in mind. I had become frustrated with the technical limitations of my old one, and wanted a better tool for what I felt was a growing ability to find aesthetically pleasing photo opportunities--as well as to simply document what I knew would be the trip of a lifetime. After spending a lot of time considering the bewildering options available, I bought a Sony NEX-3N. (See reviews here.) I was heavily influenced in this decision by David Pogue's ongoing cheerleading for Sony's innovative push for much larger sensors than most of its competitors use; see, e.g., here and here. (The latter is him answering a question I had submitted.)

I'm glad that I bought the camera that far in advance of the trip. It took those several months of intermittent experimentation before I felt reasonably comfortable that I could intelligently select among the myriad of options for a given photo situation. I still have not come close to wringing all of the potential from this instrument, however. Most notably, I take pictures in RAW+JPEG format, but I don't even own software that will open the RAW files. The camera will automate HDR imaging, but I have not even looked at those pages in the owner's manual. In short, I still have a lot to learn. However, I have zero doubt that the Sony is allowing me to take much better pictures than I could with my old pocket-sized Nikon point-and-shoot.

At many places in our recent travels, there wasn't much that I could do creatively, because of constraints of lighting, crowding, and, most of all, time. Trying to compress five magnificent countries into 12 days of sightseeing meant that there was barely time to see things, let alone absorb them. Taking time to, e.g., dive into the camera's menu to turn on the fill flash setting, in order to reduce facial shadows on family members, meant grumbles of impatience from other people waiting to take pictures in the same spot before the bus left again.

All of which is a long way of getting at this point: Despite more sophisticated technology than I've had before, the majority of my pictures still ended up being basically the same touristy snapshots that a billion other people have taken before--though probably with less spoiled shots from camera motion, errant exposures, etc. There were never more than a few images in any locale in which I feel any pride of originality; often the number was zero.

Here's how I've decided to present things. First, I'm going to use this blog rather than Facebook because it gives me more control over the formatting, and because, frankly, I just don't trust Facebook to keep everything fully under my control in future years.

Second, each stop of our trip will be a separate blog post. I'll do a lightly edited memory-card dump to Picasa, and include the link for the rare reader who wants to look at all of the pictures.

Then the post will be divided into two parts. "What we saw" will be the best selection of my quickie, touristy shots, just to convey a sense of what's there. When there are one or more special shots that I went out of my way to capture, those will be under the heading of "What I saw."

I make no claim that the latter will rival Ansel Adams or otherwise be of great artistic merit. But they are ones that please me, because the final image bears some reasonable similarity to the what my mind's eye saw before I clicked the shutter release, and because the images are, to the best of my amateurish ability, actual compositions, rather than just depictions of a thing. (EDIT: Now that I've actually finished doing all the posts, I ended up not using this approach.)

All of the posts will be accessible via the "British Isles trip" label. I hope you enjoy looking at them half as much as I am going to enjoy editing and assembling them--but be patient, this process is likely to spread itself out over two or three weeks, and maybe more than that. I have a lot of photos to sift through, digitally tweak, arrange, comment on, etc., while I'm getting back to my badly neglected real work--you know, the stuff that keeps the bills paid.

For my poker-minded readers, I apologize in advance for commandeering this space for something that has nothing to do with poker for the next while.

PokerNews articles #27 and #28

I'm back from my two-week trip to the British Isles. While I was gone, learn.pokernews.com published two more of my series:

Chopping blinds 

Collusion 

Post deleted

On August 13, 2014 I put up a post with updates to a post I did on May 9, 2009, about difficulties I had with an advertiser. As part of settling that old dispute, I agreed to remove the newer post, leaving instead just this marker of having done so. The 2009 post now has a dated addendum with further details.

PokerNews article #26

This one is about quirky house rules:

http://learn.pokernews.com/poker-strategy-theory/casino-poker-for-beginners-quirky-house-rules-4914.htm

On rereading it now, I think I may have used the word "artillery" incorrectly. That is, London's problem was a combination of bombs dropped from German planes and the infamous V2 rockets. I'm not sure either one is properly considered "artillery." Oh well.

The math of monster stacks

Jonathan Little has an excellent blog post, in which he dissects the nutty idea that so many amateurs apparently got this year that the new "Monster Stacks" event at the WSOP was a better value to enter than events with the same entry fee but shorter stacks. Little shows why this is exactly the opposite of the truth; in fact, the pros' edge over the amateurs increases with bigger starting stacks.

http://jonathanlittlepoker.com/the-monster-stack-wsop-event/

There's an old saying among trial lawyers: "If the law is on your side, pound on the law; if the facts are on your side, pound on the facts; if neither is on your side, pound on the table."

In poker, there's a tension between the skill factor and the luck factor. If you're at a skill disadvantage, you want to increase the relative role of luck in a tournament. You do that with smaller starting stacks, with faster blind structures, with more aggressive all-in betting (as opposed to the pros' preferred "small ball" approach), with taking more coin flips, and so on. If you have a skill edge, you want the exact opposite on all of those variables.

Of course, it's possible that the mistake the enormous field of amateurs made in selecting Monster Stacks over more conventional tournaments was not in having a misunderstanding of the effects of stack size on the skill/luck dimension, but a misapprehension of where their skill lay with respect to the whole field. It is a truism that most poker players think they are much better than average, and the great majority of them are simply wrong in that assessment.

Living in Las Vegas

This article about living in Las Vegas is almost entirely true:

http://www.movoto.com/las-vegas-nv/moving-to-las-vegas/

It kind of glosses over some points, but still.

It also fails to mention one of the nicest things about living there: friends and family travel to see YOU, you don't have to travel to see them. Almost everybody, sooner or later, has some reason to go to Vegas, and you get to see them with little or no effort. (Of course, the other side of that coin is playing tour guide a few times a year, but it's worth it.)

PokerNews article #25

On tipping:

http://learn.pokernews.com/poker-strategy-theory/casino-poker-for-beginners-a-few-tipping-tips-4870.htm


I am exceptionally flattered that Andrew Brokos, of Thinking Poker, read the article and tweeted, "Best I've read on a controversial subject."

Go to jail. Go directly to jail. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200.

That's what a court in Germany said (well, approximately) to one player who had repeatedly cheated at poker, and was brought up on charges of criminal fraud.

http://www.pokernews.com/news/2014/07/germany-s-ali-tekintamgac-sentenced-to-3-years-in-prison-for-18790.htm

(This was a couple of weeks ago, but I missed the story until now.)

Maybe it has happened before, but I can't think of another time that a player has gone to prison for cheating at poker. I wish it would happen more. The prison thing, not the cheating thing.

Daniel Cates hilariously screws up

I greatly enjoyed this story:

http://igaming.org/poker/news/daniel-jungleman-cates-makes-a-1500-mile-traveling-mistake/

(Hat tip to @Kevmath for the retweet that alerted me to it.)

Remember, this is the same guy that, soon after Black Friday hit, decided to move to Canada to play online poker, only to be turned away by customs agents. He had no idea that he would have to get a work visa. His naivete about the world was such that he assumed one could just plop down anywhere and live and work. (It should be so, but it isn't.)

Oh, the kids these days! (Now get off my lawn!)



A disclosure reminder: I have about 10,000 reasons to like Mr. Cates.

PokerNews article #24

Finishing up descriptions of the roles of poker room personnel:

http://learn.pokernews.com/poker-strategy-theory/casino-poker-for-beginners-introducing-poker-room-personnel-4790.htm

PokerNews article #23

In which I introduce the reader to the various poker-room personnel.

http://learn.pokernews.com/poker-strategy-theory/casino-poker-for-beginners-introducing-poker-room-personnel-4744.htm

And now for something completely different

I've started a new blog. Do you want to try to guess the subject matter? OK, go ahead.



Nope. Try again.




Nope, you're wrong. Try one more time.



No, I'm sorry.

No matter what you guessed, it was wrong, because there is simply no way you could possibly guess what I've decided to start writing about on a semi-regular basis.

But you could just pop over and take a look at the first two posts:

http://goo.gl/QFtOfV 

and

http://goo.gl/hf6RJJ 

WSOP controversy

Here's an interesting story of a dispute at the WSOP and how it was resolved (probably badly), from Barny Boatman, whom I would judge to be well above average in reliability in recounting the pertinent facts.

http://pokermob.com/poker-forum/viewtopic.php?f=2&t=240

How could you not love this?

Geico ad I just saw:

PokerNews article #22

Available now:

http://learn.pokernews.com/poker-strategy-theory/three-ways-of-responding-when-making-mistakes-at-the-poker-t-4710.htm

This is a bit of a departure for me. The subject is how to handle making an embarrassing mistake at the poker table. I say it's a departure because it's more in the nature of advice than nuts-and-bolts "need to know" facts about how poker rooms operate, which has been my main focus. But my previous article had discussed one particular form of common mistake new players make, and it got me thinking about that subject more generally. I thought maybe some people would find the stories and advice worthwhile.

Back to more "nuts-and-bolts" next time.

Look-alikes

Today in a Twitter post from Party Poker, I noticed something peculiar about the image it was using:

The symbol on those chips looks rather familiar. Now, where have I seen it before? Hmmm. Let me think....

Photo quiz

I realize that this is completely out of the blue, but so what?

This is a picture I took this morning of Nina's yard. Her cat, Loki, is in the photo somewhere. Can you find him? It's like "Where's Waldo?" but with a kitty.

Right-click/open in new tab to embiggen.

Give up?

Scroll down for answer.

PokerNews article #21

It's up now, here:

http://learn.pokernews.com/poker-strategy-theory/you-can-say-these-words-at-the-table-but-be-careful-when-you-4675.htm

Be careful about those action words at the table!

Remember: it's a skill game

I drove out to Harrah's Cherokee today--first time in a couple of months. It was one of the wackiest, up-and-down, roller-coaster sessions I can remember ever having.

I started with $300 in play. Within 30 minutes that was down to $95 because of a nasty one-two punch. One was being on the bad side of AA versus KK. Two was flopping top set (queens), versus the nut flush.

I rallied back to $280 with a few small pots, then trapped a guy for all his chips on a flop of A-Q-x with my A-Q against his A-K.

Lost some with my A-J versus a short stack's A-Q, all in before the flop, flop jack high, looking good for me, but then he rivered a four-flush to beat me.

Lost about $100 more with Kc-Ks on a flop of 5c-6c-10c, versus a young woman's 5d-6d. All-in on the flop when we were both almost exactly 50% to win. I didn't catch.

Just as I was texting Nina to whine about my rotten luck, I had 9-4 offsuit in the big blind, unraised pot. Flop 9-9-4. A guy with a bigger stack and A-9 in his hand called my flop and turn bets, thinking he was trapping me, then raised me all-in on the river, giving me a clean double-up. That put me up to $356. (Flopping a full house is an advanced skill. I've been honing my technique for years now. Please don't try this at home.)

Finally, the same young woman whom I had raced before gave me her whole stack of nearly $200. I had Ac-Kc. Flop had three more clubs. (Yay, crubs!) She check-called my bets on the flop and turn with a straight draw, got there on the river and paid off my all-in bet. Only six river cards win me her stack there--it had to complete her straight but not put a scary fourth club down.

The whole session was just crazy luck, some of it good, some of it bad, but just enough more of the former than the latter that I left with $547, a $247 profit.

Probably the most skillful thing I did was walk away before the roller coaster took another plunge.


Addendum, July 11, 2014 

The flopped full house hand became the jumping-off point for a whole post from Rob: http://robvegaspoker.blogspot.com/2014/07/to-slow-play-or-not-to-slow-play.html 

PokerNews article #20

New article is up. The click-baity (but completely non-deceptive) title: "The One Thing You Can't Talk About at the Poker Table."

Proud (and possibly crazy) cat daddy

Oh, come ON! Just how ridiculously adorable can she get???

Poker miscellany

1. My friend Dominic, of the moribund "No Limit Doc" blog, just won a Venetian Deep Stack Extravaganza $400 NLHE event, scoring $25,728. Of course, for me that's pocket change that I wouldn't even notice was missing from my wallet, but for him it's a big deal, so please share with him all due adulation--in comments here, on his blog, or to his Twitter (@nolimitdoc).

Photo stolen, with neither permission nor attribution, from his Facebook page:

2. Oddball story of the week from the WSOP: Player crippled (and shortly thereafter eliminated) by an opponent getting four queens to his aces full--except that the four queens were not one of each suit. There were two queens of hearts on the board. Amazingly, nobody noticed, even though the board was up for long enough for at least one photograph to be taken. As I understand it, the player involved didn't notice the anomaly until the next day, when he posted the bad-beat picture on Facebook, and somebody pointed out to him the fouled deck. Of course by then nothing could be done to remedy the unfortunate situation. You've got to pay attention, folks!

http://f5poker.com/poker-news/2014/6/20/chris-queen-hearts-ruby-might-boycott-wsop-might-notwell-see-/


3. A week or two ago, I saw a link to a new blog dedicated to poker in the movies, and meant to post a link to it, but then got distracted and forgot. So I'm making up for that now. Take a peek if that subject interests you:

http://pokerinmovies.blogspot.com/


4. The always-classy (cough, cough) Brandon Cantu says on camera that when one poker player accuses another of being an angle-shooter, what "should" happen is that the accuser gets punched in the face.

Uh, no.

http://www.pokernews.com/video/wsop-2014-fight-in-the-amazon-8841.htm


The same always-classy (cough, cough) Brandon Cantu followed that little performance with a tweet (apparently later deleted) saying, "WSOP dealers do not deserve to live they are so bad." This according to Linda Johnson's Twitter feed (@firstladypoker).

PokerNews article #19

What the heck are "table stakes" anyway?

http://learn.pokernews.com/poker-strategy-theory/table-stakes-4462.htm

Bee

Nina and I took a hike in the North Carolina Arboretum again today. I didn't take a lot of pictures, and of the ones I did, I think only two have even a modicum of merit. They are basically the same subject, framed two different ways. Which do you like better?

Refund!

I was just casually checking the status of my bank accounts, as I do every few days, when I noticed this unexpected deposit apparently in the process of going through today:

And it only took 38 months!

PokerNews article #18

This one is all about the various kind of promotions and jackpots one finds in poker rooms these days:

http://learn.pokernews.com/poker-strategy-theory/free-money-high-hand-bonuses-bad-beat-jackpots-and-more-4407.htm

Poker >>>> Bridge!

I guess MemphisMOJO knows that now, in case he was ever in doubt. He of the poker, bridge, and photography blog just made what I have to assume is his best run ever, getting all the way to 3rd place in the WSOP Seniors event, and walking away with $279,412 in prize money. Not too shabby for three days' work. I wasn't watching the live video, but apparently his other fans were, and they said that he raised a couple of times with The Mighty 2-4 towards the end, winning the pots. He must have flashed the cards for the camera, because the PokerNews hand-for-hand blog does not seem to report them.

Congratulations, sir. Truly superb work. Now you can pay me that $275,000 you owe me for teaching you everything you know about poker, and still have a little party money left over!

PokerNews article #17

It's been a while, but my next article is now up. It's about tables, chairs, and space in a poker room:

http://learn.pokernews.com/poker-strategy-theory/sharing-space-how-to-sit-at-a-poker-table-4389.htm

Stop and smell the roses

This weekend there was a rose show at the North Carolina Arboretum here in Asheville. I went out there to do as the old advice says. Of course, further experimenting with the new camera was on my mind, too.

As always, right-click/open in new tab to see larger versions.

First I just wandered a while outdoors:

Then I went inside to the star attraction.

Making pretty pictures of roses ought to be child's play. Not here. It wasn't for lack of good material; goodness gracious, they had an amazing assortment of rose varieties and colors. (And the smell in that room was nothing short of heavenly.)

But for nice pictures? It's as if they had a committee work for months devising every possible obstacle to successful floral photography. Most of the roses were single blooms in crystal vases. The lighting was a weird combination of fluorescent bulbs with hot incandescent spotlights. The walls were ugly, and would spoil any photo if not carefully blocked out of the frame or blurred into obscurity. There were people crowding around the display tables. I didn't have a macro lens. Finally, this was the third and last day of the exhibit, and many of the specimens were past their prime, getting wilty. (Is that enough excuses yet?)

The net effect of all of this was that I took 35 rose pictures, but deemed only six of them salvageable:

And now, to cleanse the palate from that surfeit of color, here's a trio of experimental studies of lines and surface textures, rendered in black and white:

Given the post title I chose, I feel compelled to end with a throwback to one of the big hit pop songs from 1974, when I was 13: "Stop and Smell the Roses" by Mac Davis (who, in a different phase of his career, wrote some of Elvis Presley's more unconventional hits, such as "In the Ghetto," and "A Little Less Conversation").