There’s a casino right across the street from my hotel.
The bad news is they don’t offer poker. Sigh. Is it just me, or is a casino without poker just a big fat waste of space?
More later, -jv
For all the time I’ve spent in Moscow, I saw something tonight I haven’t seen before – in an aggregate of 6 and a half months. That thing? The moon. Seriously, tonight was the first clear, moonlit night I’ve experienced in Moscow, which is a testament to my bad timing vis a vis bad weather. This time of year, clear is in VERY short supply.
Of course, with clear comes cold, and the temps dipped solidly (i.e. like ice) below freezing tonight, a point I couldn’t help noticing when I was out walking on the boulevard. Interesting thing: for the first time in a long time, and certainly for the first time since I’ve been back, my achy hip did not hurt. I gave it some thought and came to understand why.
It was numb.
Good times, Mother Russia, good times.
More later, -jv
Since the dawn of time, the number 23 has had significant mystical portent. You can find it referenced in the Gnostic Bible, the Kaballah, the writings of the Illuminati, and many other place I may or may not be making up. Needless to say, it’s the superstar number. Just ask Michael Jordan or LeBron James — ask them, that is, what they know that you don’t know. Or ask any Hollywood writer who, when any number is called for in a TV or film script, inevitably uses number 23. Forget about the movie The Number 23. That was a lame attempt (and by attempt I mean movie) to hide the 23 conspiracy in plain sight. For a more adept use of the mythos, check out Inglourious Basterds, and note a basterd being assigned to the key cinema seat number 0023. Me, I just use 23 as an all-purpose greeting, like aloha. Aloha! 23!
This is a picture of me and my dog, whose name is not 23. What do you think his name should be? Leave your comment here.