Bad Poker & Gadgets & Some History

Not sure what was going on last night, but I was just not into playing. I donked it up good in the MATH and then proceeded to spew all my chips in every other open tournament I had going. I think I might be a bit burnt out. Good thing, perhaps. KajaWife is also getting a little tired of all this poker playing. Not sure what will happen the rest of the week as I am going to visit some fam in Fla.


So let's talk about something fun. I love me some gadgets. A few weeks ago I went to Costco and saw that they were selling a USB turntable. Why would one need something like that? Well, because perhaps one was a dreamer DJ (DJ Kaja in the house) back in the day when one lived in NYC and was into lots of electro-tech-hard-house. Perhaps because one has a few hundred 12" vinyl discs gathering dust under a sweet DJ setup with two direct drive turntables, mixer and BPM counter. Perhaps because one is bored shitless of music being played on the radio.

Anyway, it's pretty cool. Comes with a simple to use software package that downloads the audio and converts it to iTunes format with a few mouse clicks. The quality could be better, but I guess that's what you get for around $100. I am not yet done converting all my CDs and I already have a new task. How do I manage it all? Where will I find the time for all this? Sigh.

All this started when my best bud (and later best man at my wedding) funkfly landed his ass on my couch in NYC about 8 years ago. This guy lives the life. Unattached, creative, fashionable, man-about-world fucker that he is, he showed up at my cozy one-bedroom apartment in NYC one day and didn't leave for 3 months. I guess it was fair since I did the same to him a couple of years earlier. We got into a great routine of me working my ass off all day while he slept and then him dragging me all over town every night. Food, booze, clubs, bars, girls, etc. Loads and loads of fun times.

One day we were walking back from some Sunday dim-sum in Chinatown and thought it would be nice to check out the electronic stores on Canal Street. We ended up buying the whole setup and setting it up on a not so stable table in my apartment. The next day I headed out to Mulberry Street below Houston to buy some industrial kitchen shelving units that were nice and sturdy and allowed to put a few milk crates on the bottom shelf. Then we started filling those crates up with vinyl. Sweet, black, vinyl. Oh, how I miss it just thinking about it and it is only 15 feet away from me as I sit here typing this.

The only use I have for this setup is to occasionally hook it up to my stereo system and dance around the playroom with KajaKid. She loves the techno.