August 13, 2010

Friday Fun (v.1.13)—Terrorist Buddhabrot Goats Vanish in the Bermuda Triangle

Scientists believe they have solved the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle, where significant numbers of ships and aircraft have inexplicably disappeared over the centuries, along with repeated sightings of strange lights in the sky at night.  The culprit?  Ocean farts.

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As the sig other and I started making uber-preliminary wedding plans—like trying to find a good date next summer, and bickering about whether to invite all the Real Housewives of Atlanta or just NeNe—genius writer Otis is back with an insightful post about ... gay Muslim terror babies.  Who woulda thunk it?  Pour yourself a mojito and give it a read.

I also want to highly recommend a brilliant piece by the "Real" Dawn Summers on her "I Had Outs" poker-ish blog (not to be confused with her "expressing anger at the world with a side of poetry" blog, Clareified).  Pour yourself a kamikaze shot with prosecco chaser and check out Dawn's amazing writing talent.

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For my fellow math geeks, let me pass along a couple of cool posts by Miss Cellania at Neatorama.com examining weird mathematical objects from a non-math perspective.  Check out strange shapes like the Apollonoian gasket, the gömböc, the Buddhabrot, and the Mandelbulb.  Also, get your socks knocked off by the design plan for the Kazakhstan national library, which is essentially a three dimensional Mobiüs strip.  Finally, recent research points to oxygen molecules forming fractal patterns serving as the key to high-temperature superconductors.

Fractal image generated by computer program written by
Stephen C. Ferguson (image posted at UC-Irvine website).

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Via the Daily Wh.at, astonishing news that Denny's has created the ultimate hangover sandwich:  deep-fried cheesesticks, melted into a grilled cheese sandwich.  Brilliant!  Seriously, check out the picture and tell me you aren't drooling.

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For any of my readers who are contemplating a career as a poker dealer, let me suggest that goat herding might actually be very similar in terms of work environment, but better paying:

August 10, 2010

Just the Tip—Getting Shafted, Gratuitously

Janice, I apologize to you if I don't seem real eager to jump into a forced awkward intimate situation that people like to call dating.  I don't like the feeling.  You're sitting there, you're wondering, "Do I have food on my face?  Am I eating?  Am I talking too much?  Are they talking enough?  Am I interested?  I'm not really interested, should I play like I'm interested?  But I'm not that interested, but I think she might be interested, but do I want to be interested, but now she's not interested?"  So all of the sudden I'm getting, I'm starting to get interested.  And when am I supposed to kiss her?  Do I have to wait for the door cause then it's awkward, it's like well goodnight.  Do you do like that ass-out hug?  Where you like, you hug each other like this and your ass sticks out cause you're trying not to get too close, or do you just go right in and kiss them on the lips, or don't kiss them at all?  It's very difficult trying to read the situation.  And all the while you're just really wondering are we gonna get hopped up enough to make some bad decisions?  Perhaps play a little game called "just the tip". Just for a second, just to see how it feels.  Or ... ouch, ouch you're on my hair.

—Jeremy Grey (Vince Vaughn) in "Wedding Crashers"

I ran across an interesting article this weekend by Greg Beato at the Smart Set examining the historical context for the recent phenomenon of "automatic gratuities" being added to dining bills in a rapidly expanding range of restaurants (hat tip Andrew Sullivan at the Atlantic).  One interesting anecdote:

These days, the idea of not tipping is almost as impossible to comprehend as the idea of paying for news.  Who does that?  Crazy people?  Criminals?  Last fall, a pair of college students in Pennsylvania tried to settle their bill at a local tavern.  Brazenly and rebelliously, they tendered $73.87 for the food and beverages they’d consumed.  But they didn’t want to leave a tip, even though the tavern had thoughtfully applied an automatic gratuity of $16.35 to their tab. (The tavern presented this automatic gratuity as an 18 percent charge, but $16.35 is actually 22 percent of $73.87.)  Because they’d had to get their own napkins and utensils, fetch their own soda refills, and wait for their food as their waitress grabbed a smoke, they decided a more appropriate gratuity would be zero.  The tavern’s manager insisted otherwise and called the cops, who promptly handcuffed the Bonnie and Clyde duo and hauled them off to jail.  Eventually, the local district attorney had to let them go.  There isn’t any law against not tipping.  Not yet anyway.

Now, I understand imposing an automatic gratuity for large parties, so that a server stuck waiting on one big group rather than several smaller tables doesn't risk being stiffed on the tip (fewer tables with larger parties adds tipping variance for servers).  But adding automatic gratuities for routine diners essentially destroys the entire concept of tipping.  If restaurants need more money to cover wait staff payroll expenses, why not just raise prices, or impose a "service charge" in lieu of tipping?  Is it a psychological ploy, where restaurants assume their customers won't dare complain about a charge that purportedly is going to their server, not the business?  Although I have no problem with tipping as an essential part of the service industry, I do strongly disagree with the concept of a mandatory tip.  Unfortunately, I fear mandatory tips will catch on, as the restaurant industry will find the "automatic gratuity" trick a sneaky way to stick it to their customers.

Anyway, the reason this article caught my eye was that I was musing about poker tipping this weekend.  I played in an Ironman home game, where most players bought in for less than the $200 maximum for a $1/2 NLHE cash game.  Yet, at the end of a marathon session, there were some big winners cashing out.  On the other hand, I played a $1/2 NLHE cash game at the Meadows ATM on Sunday, where most players bought in for $200-$300, yet by the time I went to cash out, there were only one or two big winners, and plenty of short stacks at the table.  So, where did all the money go?

Obviously a big chunk of the cash went to pay the rake and the jackpot drop.  If you figure ~30 hands/hour, with ~20 of them hitting maximum rake ($4+$1), you're looking at ~$100 in rake and ~$25 in jackpot drop per hour coming off the table.  That's bad enough, but let's look at tipping.  Assume most players tip $1 on pots over $20-$30.  Also, some players tip $2-$5 on a large pot or to a dealer they like.  Plus, most players tip $1/drink, and a couple of bucks for food service.  All told, tips probably take an additional $30-$50 per hour off the table.  Add in the rake and jackpot drop, and you're looking at a mid-range buy-in coming off the table every hour, a buck or two at a time.  It's the proverbial death of a thousand papercuts.

Now, before getting all indignant about dealer tips, we need to look at the alternatives.  Assuming dealers make a small base hourly rate on the house's dime, dealers probably take in ~$20-$40 per hour, mostly in tips.  If a dealer works 20-40 hours per week (and many dealers likely work fewer than 40 hours per week), then a typical dealer's pay is in the range of $20K to $80K per year, with most dealers likely earning in the lower-middle part of that range.  Not bad, but not exactly getting filthy rich either.  A few dealers at the best casinos with the seniority to work the most lucrative shifts and most hours likely make better money, but they are the elite exceptions to the general rule.

Casinos obviously are not operating poker rooms for charity, so they need to turn a profit to keep the lights on and cards in the air.  Employee wages are obviously a major, if not the major, overhead expense.  Setting up a tipping system passes the bulk of the payroll responsibility to the players, and at least ostensibly motivates dealers to provide optimal service to players.  If tipping were abolished, poker rooms would need to come up with some other method of paying dealers.  Poker rooms could raise the rake—say an extra $1-$2/pot would permit rooms to pay dealers at roughly the same rate of pay, which would effectively be an "automatic gratuity" charged to the winner of every (or most) pots.  However, the incentive for dealers to deliver exceptional service would be blunted.  Also, who doubts that poker rooms would find some way to keep more of that extra rake for themselves, at the expense of dealers?

It seems like dealers and players should all prefer the current tipping system.  Players only participate (read: pay) to the degree they feel tipping benefits them, while dealers are motivated to provide excellent service.  Or are they?
Michael Lynn, a professor at Cornell, has studied tipping for decades.  “There is a rather weak relationship between the size of the tip and the level or quality of service one receives from their waiter or waitress," he concluded in a 1996 study.  Four years later, he determined that we tip better when a server crouches to take our order or lightly touches our shoulder.  In May 2010, he confirmed that we tip better when a server has large breasts.

Alrighty then, I'm willing to concede that tipping may not correlate strongly with quality of service.  Actually, I'm a good example of why tipping may not correlate with performance.*  I tend to tip above the norm, including tipping for small pots (even just winning the blinds), or tipping incompetent dealers.  Since I'm obviously immune to the breast-size factor, I can confidently say that I tip more out of a combination of habit, friendliness, and social expectation than out of a rational evaluation of a particular dealer's skills.  I do tend to tip better for dealers who are funnier, friendlier, or add something positive to the game experience.  I also tend to tip better at my local casino, or in Vegas poker rooms where I routinely log a significant percentage of my sessions.  But I have yet to encounter a dealer so bad I won't tip them on most hands, simply because that's how the live poker playing system works.  Maybe I'm actually contributing to the perpetuation of mediocrity in dealing—should I withhold tips from poor dealers and tip the best dealers even more, to encourage poor dealers to find another line of work, while giving the best dealers more incentive to stick around?  It's certainly food for thought.

Dealer Jake, who deserves his tips, shills for the Meadows ATM.

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* Of course, "what makes a good poker dealer?" is a tough question to answer, and the answer may vary by player.  To me, technical skill is obviously necessary, but not sufficient, to make a good dealer. Surly dealers who clearly want to be somewhere else, or "Soup Nazi" dealers who rule with an iron fist, are no good for a game, no matter how wizardly their card skills may be.  A certain level of interpersonal skill is critical, at least at the lower level "recreational" type of games most of us play.  A good dealer will add to the playing experience with some degree of personality, whether with humor or pleasant banter.  A truly great dealer can help loosen up a tight table, or help nervous newbies relax and enjoy the process of giving away their money.  I'm more than happy to tip well when a dealer makes a game more fun, more profitable, or hopefully both.

Stupid Poker Tweets—The McMaster Disaster Story Is Not #goodforpoker

As you may have heard, last week Samuel McMaster, Jr. pled guilty to 26 felony fraud counts arising from a securities fraud scheme he concocted which ultimately bilked his elderly clients out of a reported $440,000.  McMaster apparently used at least some of the stolen funds to finance his gambling habit.

The poker twist on the story is twofold:  McMaster's gambling habit included a lot of poker playing, and McMaster is now attempting to earn the money needed to make restitution to his victims—by more poker playing.  As reported by Deke Marston at Bodog Beat:

The deal was created by [McMaster's] lawyer, John Rhinehart, who stated that his client's only income is derived from poker games now that he's banned from working in the securities industry.

"We do have the unusual case here where we are agreeing to delay sentencing for a period of time to allow Mr. McMaster to set a track record as to whether or not he can pay back $400,000 in restitution," said lead prosecutor Phyllis H. Bowman.

One provocative headline about this story blared:  "US judge:  'I sentence you to go and play poker' ".  However, I haven't found any reporting of an actual order or ruling entered by the judge, and the only insight into the court's rationale I have found is some good ol' secondhand hearsay:

Teala Kail, a spokeswoman for the New Mexico Regulation and Licensing Department, which brought the case against McMaster, said that poker playing was recognised as a profession by the Internal Revenue Service and was therefore accepted by the judge as a legitimate way for McMaster to repay the money he stole.

Although the restitution arrangement is unusual, judges tend to be open to alternative sentencing options when they are worked out jointly by the prosecutor and defense counsel.  Personally, I question whether someone who funded his poker playing through a massive securities fraud is any good at the game, but maybe McMaster simply had T.J. Cloutier syndrome—a winner at the poker table, and a loser in the pits.  In any event, if his victims can't be repaid any other way, then why not let McMaster take a shot at earning money through poker?

Although I tweeted about this story yesterday, it wasn't really on my radar as a noteworthy poker story until this morning, when I saw this pair of tweets:

@Kevmath:  @ESPN_Poker Sam McMaster playing poker to stay out of jail, #goodforpoker or #badforpoker ?

@ESPN_Poker:  Lose-lose situation. However, judge basically says "skill game" with this #goodforpoker. RT @Kevmath: @ESPN_Poker McMaster good/bad?

Now @ESPN_Poker is the Twitter name for Andrew Feldman, a respected poker journalist, as well as the poker editor and a poker blogger for ESPN.com.  Feldman and Phil Gordon co-host the weekly ESPN poker podcast, "The Poker Edge", which I follow on my iPhone via Stitcher.  Although I generally find Feldman to be a thoughtful poker commentator, I think his tweet on this story misses the mark. 

First, there is no reported evidence that the judge specifically ruled or said that poker is a "skill game", nor does it appear that poker's status as a game of skill or a game of chance was relevant to the restitution plan.  I suppose one might infer that the attorneys and the court believe poker to be different than gambling by their endorsement of the restitution plan, but that's a pretty slim reed to grasp.  Even if the court did specifically state in its ruling that poker is a game of skill, that issue was not litigated by the parties, so the court's comments would have no precedential value (the statements would be what we lawyer-types refer to as "mere dicta").

More important, however, is that there is nothing even remotely good about this story for poker players.  Think about how this story is playing in the media:
  • McMaster is a poker player. 
  • McMaster cheated elderly clients out of their retirement money, to the tune of a whopping $440,000. 
  • McMaster used the stolen money to fund his own gambling habit, which included poker playing. 
  • McMaster is trying to use poker playing as a method to avoid or reduce his possible prison time for 26 felonies. 
This story is a anti-poker legalization advocate's wet dream soundbite, reinforcing every moralizing crusader's laundry list of poker evils:  poker is gambling, poker is addictive, poker players waste large sums of money feeding their gambling habits, and poker players will cheat and steal to fund their gambling habits.  Throw in the perception that McMaster is being allowed to gamble it up all over the U.S. rather than being sent to prison like any other felon, and this story is a public relations nightmare for poker.  I doubt many people hear this story and think, "Hey, the judge said poker is a game of skill.  Never thought about that before."

The McMaster story is yet another public relations train wreck for the poker community.  In fact, I bet Senator John Kyl is licking his chops, waiting for the chance to use this story if and when the Senate Finance Committee ever holds hearings on the Menendez online gaming bill (and I bet Representatives Bachus and Bachmann regret this story broke too late for them to use for their moral grandstanding in the recent House Financial Services Committee hearing on HR 2267).  The sooner the McMaster disaster story gets buried, the better.

August 05, 2010

Friday Fun (v.1.12)—
Pocket Rockets Cracked by Dysentary

With the 2010 Ironmen of Poker Heads Up Tournament set for Cedar Rapids, my blogging will be limited this weekend (not that you really expected anything significant on a summer weekend).  For now, enjoy this hodgepodge of hilarity ...

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I was planning to vacation in the lovely glacial wastelands of Antarctica, but apparently the continent's lack of venomous snakes is counterbalanced by the presence of highly venomous ... octopi.  Yup, the strange idea that a harsh icy environment would be venomous-creature-free was a major miscalculation on my part.  What we need now is a St. Patrick for mollusks, or a market for calamari fugu ...

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On your required reading list for the week are an Atlantic City poker trip report by High On Poker, and a marinara sauce incident in LA, as told over at Lost Angeles.

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Banana Republic is clearly trying to cash in (belatedly) on the poker boom, using the old "pocket rocket" ploy to sell dress pants (presumably to non-traditional males):


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Finally, when I was in 5th or 6th grade, a big thrill for us were the days when we got to play the computer game, "Oregon Trail".  No better way to kill an hour of a boring day than shooting buffalo and laughing at people dying from dysentary.  In any event, here's an inspired faux movie trailer (via the Daily.Wh.at):

Woody Allen Plays The English Patient

Elaine Benes:  [quietly]  No. I can't do this any more. I can't. It's too long.

Elaine Benes:  [yells]  Quit telling your stupid story about the stupid desert, and just die already! DIE!

J. Peterman:  [surprised]  Elaine, you don't like the movie?

Elaine Benes:  [shouts]  I hate it!

[the audience shushes Elaine]

Elaine Benes:  [shouts back]  Oh, go to hell!

Seinfeld, "The English Patient"
This morning, I had a Seinfeldian "English Patient" moment.  I was catching up on my stockpile of overnight Twitteramblings, when I ran across this pair of Tweets from the Poker Grump:

Reminds me of Woody Allen's "I am pointing a gub at you." http://johnrlott.blogspot.com/2010/08/something-for-dumb-criminal-file.html

I can't imagine any of my friends don't know the Woody Allen reference, but just in case:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-UHOgkDbVqc

Ruh roh, Raggy!  I felt after my last couple of Vegas trips, I had broken into the 9th level of Grump friendship—bad poker players who somehow amuse rather than annoy him.  But obviously I am not "Grump-worthy".  Why not?  Because I hate Woody Allen films.

I know, I know, most people and film critics (there is little overlap in the two groups) seem to love-love-love Woody Allen films.  I just don't get what is supposedly so funny about his work.  Most of the time, his movie scenes strike me as Saturday Night Live skits with a bigger budget.  Most of his movies seem like they were funnier in theory than in execution, where the writers and actors roll on the floor laughing at themselves, while the audience gives a wan smile and waits for someone to deliver the humor.  The few scenes that do have some comedic potential are heavy-handedly beaten into the dirt; Exhibit A is the scene referenced by the Grump, which is about twice as long as necessary, killing the humor after a promising start.  Frankly, that scene seems a lot closer on the comedy scale to an SNL Night at the Roxbury sketch than the fart scene from Blazing Saddles

Now, although I enjoy movies and movie quotes, I am absolutely unqualified to be a movie critic.  All I know is what movies I enjoy, because they make me laugh, cry, or escape (or all of the above).  Looking over lists of all-time "great" movies and TV shows, I happen to like most of the ones that generally get listed.  Many of the listed shows I truly love, while some get a meh response, where I won't turn the channel if they're on, but I won't go out of my way to record them either. 

For some reason, though, I seem to be out of sync with most folks on at least a few widely-loved movies and TV shows.  It's not just the wooden Woody Allen oeuvre.  Forrest Gump makes me want to tear the little remaining hair from my skull.  It's a Wonderful Life, wasn't.  Everybody Loves Raymond, except me.  Two and a Half Men, That 70s Show, and Married ... with Children; grating, mind-numbing, and soul-sucking (mix and match at your leisure).  Oh, and Elaine was totally right about The English Patient.  When faced with casual chatter about this pop cultural dreck, a paraphrase of the old Sam Kinison joke leaps to mind:  I don't condone censorship, but I understand it.

So, faithful readers?  What popular and/or critically acclaimed movies and TV shows make you want to gouge out your eyeballs with a vuvuzela?  Share your entertainment hell lineup in the comments!
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Here's the infamous Seinfeld "The English Patient" scene; preach it, Elaine!