i hope you all had a great father's day

bill cosby wrote, “any man who returns from work, sinks into a chair, and calls for his pipe is a man with an appetite for danger.” this advice (dated even by 1986 standards) from his book fatherhood, has always stuck with me. to this day, i still struggle trying to switch gears on my drive home {which more precisely translates to my walk from the car to the door}. my advice is to not take any work related calls right before you walk in the door. another piece of advice i’ll contribute (from a dad who is the only person in his household that pees standing up) is try to have everyone put the toilet seat down (and clean) when they're done – that way everyone starts in the same situation. teach by example… more importantly by repetition because we’re still working on it.

we all know that being the man of the house can be hard work. i don’t know about you, but i seem to be in charge of clogged plumbing, the trash, yard work and pet clean up. basically all of the sh_t jobs. so in the spirit of father’s day, i thought i would throw out a moty point for the best fatherly advice. whether it be how you get out of it or get it done quickly or easily; whatever works for you. if you’re thinking call a plumber, hire a gardener to come the day before the garbage truck and trade in the thirty pound blob cat with gastrointestinal problems for a pet rock - we are on the same page. if you say have a boy you’re too late.

my interpretation of mr. cosby’s words on father’s day ‘return from the beach, adirondack chair in the sun, get my own beer and do absolutely nothing’

here is how the poker points were dealt:
1st j.b. 5 pts
2nd n.g.4 pts
3rd c.k. 3 pts

discretionary points:
j.w.  following the lead of past coordinators taking one for himself
d.f.  having the smelliest cigar
s.m  trying to fill in as dealer long enough for joe to take a leak

and to round out the group:
a.l.
j.s.
m.c.
m.w.
p.n.
j.d. show point

thanks joe

july's event info to follow.

don’t play poker with central american authors

the deal: a very long time ago i wrote a few children’s books. the first in a trilogy was titled the boy in search of yesterday. it is, perceptibly, about a boy trying to relive his yesterday. in the process he learns to appreciate his present and look forward to his future.

the flop: recently, i received a link to an interesting book. this book is in spanish, but the title translates to the boy who searched for yesterday, and the artwork on the cover is nearly identical (in content) to a page in my book.

the turn: i need to obtain a copy of her book because just the title and the concept are somewhat typical (one can not copyright a song about breaking up because there are a million of them). well mine has a rhyme scheme. i don’t know if it could duplicated en enspanol. i ordered a copy of her version, so we’ll just wait and see.

the river: i registered my story with the u.s. copyright office. she was born and raised in central america, lived and studied in the united states for a period, but currently resides in nicaragua. she did copyright several works from 1981 to 1996 in the united states, but her yesterday story is not registered.

i bet if i call her bluff – i’d surely win half of nothing. i’ve seen enough gucci and nike rip offs in mexico, to know intellectual property is worthless.

i fold

card shark

there has been a lot of talk about great white sharks just off our coast. last year well known surf photog randy wright caught a good sequence shot of one breaching at a local point break. and it seems that sightings are up according to the shark research committee site. it is the ocean… they are fish… you didn’t think you were actually alone out there. i guess shark experts originally considered the top feeders coastal, and migrated to open ocean to feed. but now they consider them open ocean sharks that come to the coast. over a three year period, researchers tagged 22 great whites and tracked them. they found there was substantially less food at their open water feeding grounds. so they’re hungry. that explains it.  the odds of being killed by a shark are 1 in 280 million.  the odds of being killed in an auto accident are 1 in 6,700.  the odds of me winning a poker tournement has to be somewhere in between the two.

typically i try not to eat shark dinner, watch shark movies, smoke shark cigars, drink shark beer or play no limit texas hold’em at richmond bar and grill with them. unless it’s a $30 buy in (20 poker 10 pitchers and appetizers) 3pm

it’s on the patio – feel free to bring stogies