Esta é a nona enquete do blog A Tattoo e a questão é sobre as convenções de tatuagem.
Somaram-se 371 votos, para 21 respostas de múltiplas escolhas. Seu comentário sobre esta enquete é muito importante. Sugestões, dúvidas e opiniões relacionadas à esta enquete são sempre bem vindas. Confira o resultado:
O que não pode faltar em uma Convenção de Tatuagem?
Tatuadores Renomados (as): 159 votos (42%)
Concursos de Tatuagens: 155 votos (41%)
Preços Populares: 149 votos (40%)
Venda de Materiais para Tatuagem: 143 votos (38%)
Venda de Materiais para Piercing: 132 votos (35%)
Cursos: 115 votos (30%)
Concursos de Séries de Desenhos: 109 votos (29%)
Venda de Série de Desenhos: 109 votos (29%)
Sorteios: 103 votos (27%)
Juízes Qualificados: 102 votos (27%)
Shows e Bandas: 101 votos (27%)
Workshops: 101 votos (27%)
DJ´s: 99 votos (26%)
Palestras: 92 votos (24%)
Premiações: 87 votos (23%)
Apresentações Culturais: 78 votos (21%)
Localização: 74 votos (19%)
Art Fusion: 70 votos (18%)
Homenagens: 58 votos (15%)
Suspensão: 35 votos (9%)
Na próxima enquete, gostaríamos de saber como você escolheu sua primeira tatuagem.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
O que não pode faltar em uma Convenção de Tatuagem?
2,241 and falling
[Content Disclosure/Warning: a first time author prattles on about da book...]One fascinating and addictive author pass time (pencil sharpening endeavor) is to follow your books "Best Seller" ranking on Amazon. Several months ago when the book was first put up for cyber pre-orders, we were something like the 333,128th best seller on the site and falling (rising?) slowly. Then someone actually pre-ordered a copy and we rocketed up to 275,231st. Naturally both Amy and I had to go and read what we could find about the Amazon algorithm. Its complicated and nowhere approaching linear, enough said.
Over the next few months we found ourselves eventually breaking under 100K and a few weeks ago after hovering in the 50,000-100,000 range for weeks, we suddenly got some press and starting a slow but steady downward climb. Now this past week with the book actually out but not officially released, we saw our first fourth digit ranking followed by a quick dash down under 5,000 then 4,000. Last night we got our first heady taste in the land on the top 2,241 bestsellers on Amazon.
Can three digits we far behind? (and will they blog it?)
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Isobel Varley, a senhora mais tatuada do mundo
Em março apresentamos a Sr. Judith, considerada a vovó mais tatuada do Brasil. A inglesa Sr. Isobel Varley não fica atrás, com 71 anos Isobel é a idosa mais tatuada do mundo e tem o título registrado no Guinness Book.
Não foi na adolescência que Isobel começou a se tatuar, sua primeira tatuagem foi aos 49 anos em 1986, durante uma convenção de tatuagem com o tatuador Bill Cook, desde então não parou mais e na mesma noite em que fez sua primeira tatuagem, um pássaro, fez também uma orquídea. A sua tatuagem preferida é uma família com três tigres tatuados na região do abdômen. Tatuadores como Hori Hiro, Filip Leu, Mattes e outros 22 profissionais de 12 países diferentes, assinam as tatuagens de Isobel Varley.
Com 95% do corpo coberto por tatuagens coloridas, mais de quarenta body piercing's e muita saúde e bom humor, a inglesa a viaja por tudo o mundo e participa de convenções de tatuagens.
No site oficial de Isobel Varley, em "Recent Works" você pode ver as últimas tatuagens da recordista. A mais recente é de janeiro deste ano, uma cobertura de tatuagens antigas em suas costas com um desenho nada convencional.
Novas tatuagens de Chester Tattoo
Duas novas tatuagens de Chester Rafael do Chester Tattoo Studio.
Chester Tattoo Studio
Endreço: Rua Marechal Rondom, N° 17, centro, Campo Bom - Rio Grande do Sul
Telefones: (51)3038-1778 / 8427-4104
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Non-Domiciled
[Content Disclosure: Life, Home, Poker, Plans within plans]
"You are much better prepared than most to tolerate ambiguity." A.C.
Once again I am packing my ever fewer belongings and heading off to no place in particular. This time I am truly without a home, house or condo of my own. Since I hit the road again in October of 2006 I have spent 21 months in Bill & Kathy's retirement home in Henderson, but then they went and actually retired. Another 7 months in a condo on the south side of Las Vegas and recently a bit more than 3 months in my friend's tiny cottage in Sonoma. But as of Thursday I am anchored precisely nowhere. No bed, no key, no cat, no place to plug in my Wi-Fi.
I plan to spend a couple of weeks with Bay area friends before wandering back to Las Vegas for the World Series of Poker. So I have a room in Vegas until July 20th and then once again I really have no idea. The vagaries of the poker writing market suggests that it is time to look elsewhere for an income stream. Perhaps just as well--the jaded would suggest that poker players all have just one name that clearly is not the case. But I wonder what else there is to cover in the world of poker, after all the best story is about to be told.
The last time I pondered the "where next?" question I had several options. Apparently this time I have even more because there is no location at the top of the list, nothing in second place either and no outlandish Texas options in the running this time around. I guess it really is turtles all the way down.
Monday, May 4, 2009
4º Osasco Tattoo Festival 2009
4º Osasco Tattoo Festival
Data: 11, 12 e 13 de Setembro de 2009
Horário: 12:00 às 22:00
Local: A.A. Floresta - Ginásio
Endereço: Rua Dr. Jaime Regalo Pereira, 77
Telefone: 11 3699-0181
Realização: Serpius Tattoo
Sorteios de Tattoos e Piercings
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Matusow Chapter One
[Content Disclosure: Check-Raising the Devil]
We are just about a week away from the release of Check-Raising the Devil, the Mike Matusow autobiography that I co-wrote with Mike and Amy Calistri. Amy and I thought we would give all of our readers a look at what we had originally submitted as a prologue to the book. As it turns out, this was not used in the final edition, but may be the opening scene in the upcoming movie based on Mike’s life.
This prologue or chapter one was negotiated out in the editing process for a new chapter one, which begins the book in a slightly different place. You can read that opening on May 12th when the book is released. For now here is my version of how the book might have opened. Amy is putting up her own version on her blog: Aimlessly Chasing Amy. I think you will find they are close but not identical, which is how we worked on the book for the last two years: cooperatively separate.
Enjoy!
Oh and you can order Check-Raising the Devil from Amazon.com by using that button up there on the top of the right hand column. They will deliver on the 12th if you order now.
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Prologue:
It was July 14th and going to be another scorcher in Las Vegas; at noon the radio said it was already 105. I was driving downtown to Binion’s Horseshoe for the next-to-last day of the 2005 main event. For six straight years, I'd made a final table in at least one event at the World Series of Poker. But forty-four tournaments had already been played at the 2005 World Series and I had nothing to show for it except one small cash in the very first event. The only way I was going to keep my streak alive was to fight my way through the field today. But this was the main event. If I was going to make just one final, this was the one. Hell, it was the one final table that every poker player on the planet dreamed of making.
The poker boom was in full swing and the 2005 Championship had drawn more starting players than ever before; over fifty-six hundred players had paid their $10,000 entry into the No Limit Texas Hold’em main event. Harrah’s was claiming that it was the largest sporting event in history. The winner would take home $7.5 million and every one of the final nine players would leave a millionaire. That’s right, ninth place would get one million dollars. Only five years earlier, ninth place had paid less than seventy-five grand; that’s how big and how fast poker had grown.
For five days I'd played the best damn poker of my life. I only needed to maintain my focus for two more days. Today, we'd start with twenty-seven players and play down to the final nine. Eighteen players would hit the rail today, a few cards short of their dream. Only a few big names professionals remained in the field. Phil Ivey, Minh Ly and the reigning 2004 World Series Champion Greg Raymer were all still in the hunt. The four of us would all be starting with above-average chip stacks. Going into the day I had one and only one goal. I was going to be in the final nine, no matter what it took to get there.
As I pulled into the Binion’s valet, I called Michael Craig on my cell phone. Michael had flown into town from Arizona the night before to support me today. He asked me to meet him outside on Fremont Street. I ducked inside Binion’s and snaked my way through the dark casino until I finally stepped back out into daylight onto the Fremont mall. I spotted Michaela about fifty yards away on the other side of First Street.
When I reached him, he said, “I wanted to meet you here today. Do you know where we are?”
”Of course I know where we are. We’re outside in the middle of the desert on the hottest fucking day of the year.”
”No,” he said. “That’s not what I mean. I mean we’re right outside of Binion’s.” He pointed at the big Horseshoe sign.
“Yeah, I know. I was just in there and it was about 50 degrees cooler.”
He laughed, but I knew Michael; he was a really good friend. I knew we must be out here in this blazing oven for a reason.
“Take a look down there” he said, as he turned and pointed down First Street; “We’re also just about two blocks from the Clark County Detention Center.”
I looked to where he was pointing. I could just make out the jail where I had just spent six months of my life.
“Not too many people actually get to see their own crossroads, Mikey. Everything you’ve gone through this year has made you stronger. Think about that today.”
I started thinking about that building down on First Street. I'd been out of jail less than three months and just seeing the Detention Center, even from a distance, started to weigh on me. I didn’t need that distraction right now.
I heard Michael say, “Do you realize that you’re already guaranteed more money from this tournament than you’ve ever made in any single event in your life?”
What Michael said about the money was true. I'd won a quarter of a million dollars in Aruba right before I went to jail. The first player to bust out at Binion’s today was guaranteed over $300,000. What Michael was saying about the money was true, but I couldn’t focus on the money yet.
For me, this wasn't about money or even a crossroads. My job today was to lift chips off of inexperienced players and stay out of the way of the other big stacks. The new players to the main event would be impatient, but I knew there'd be time to pick my spots. I knew, because I'd been here before. I made the 2001 Championship final table – sure I was doing crystal meth at the time, but my drug days were now long behind me. Jail was behind me. The only obstacles that mattered to me now were the eighteen players that needed to bust today so I could make this main event final table.
I turned to Michael and said "Only suckers are thinking about the guaranteed money today. Let’s get the fuck out of this heat."
He smiled, “O.K. Mike.” He nodded and patted me on the back, “O.K.”
He smiled, “O.K. Mike.” He nodded and patted me on the back, “O.K.”
As we walked back to Binion’s I stared at the large neon Horseshoe sign. It had always been the heartbeat of downtown Vegas, going back to when Glitter Gulch was in its heyday. I remember thinking that this was the last World Series final table that was ever going to be played at Binion’s. Harrah’s had already moved all the preliminary events to the Rio and in two days the World Series of Poker would leave Binion’s forever. I was pretty sure the once great gambling hall wasn’t going to get a second chance to relive its glory days.
I had a lot of experience with these kinds of things. I had become a fucking expert on second chances.
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