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Mr. Lucky
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All aboard the infamous gambling cruise ship, Fortuna, with Mr. Lucky, skipper Joe Adams ('Gary Grunt'), who's headed for the green pastures of Havana if only he can raise enough to finance the expedition. Before embarking on the pre-expedition money quest, Grunt inspects the ship's slots and gives a machine a friendly tug.
| Quote: | Joe: Hey, Blubber. Fix this thing!
Blubber: Something wrong, boss?
Joe: It paid.
Blubber: There ain't no customers, Joe.
Joe: There're going to be customers where we're going. Fix it! |
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Making Movies
By Dire Straits
Tunnel of Love
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| Quote: | In a screaming ring of faces I seen her standing in the light
She had a ticket for the races just like me she was a victim of the night
I put my hand upon the lever said let it rock and let it roll
I had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my soul |
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The Big Rock Candy Mountain
Paperback
By Wallace Stegner
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| Quote: | He played the slot machines and had beers at the bar and watched the crowds mill through the place, jamming up by the crap tables and the Wheel of Fortune and the roulette wheels, thinning out toward the back where the intent games of poker and blackjack and panguingui went on, thinning out still more at the very back, where deadpan Chinamen and professional gamblers sat endlessly playing faro.
He met dozens of gamblers, shills, bouncers. Prize fighters and movie stars and tourists and shrill women surged through the place night and day. When one of the janitors of the club died of a heart attack in the little back room among his brooms and brushes, his father offered him the job, twelve dollars a day for pushing a broom eight hours among the multitudinous feet. He might have taken that job if his mother had not asked him to pass it up.
It took only a few visits to the club to understand his father's excitement about the place. There was excitement merely in the stacks of silver dollars on the tables, in the flat chants of the dealers, in the screeches of the school teachers when they hit the jackpot on a slot machine or won two dollars at craps. There was excitement in the three or four "floor managers," his father among them, who went constantly through the crowd keeping an eye out of pickpockets or slot machine sluggers. The afternoon when a much-advertised fugitive from justice passed a stolen traveller's check at the cashier's window and was picked up at the door by a pair of bouncers, relieved of his shoulder gun, and led off to jail, was a fine and thrilling afternoon. (-- pgs. 468-469) |
O Brother, Where Art Thou?
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Down From the Mountain
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Indian Killer
Paperback
By Sherman Alexie
| Quote: | "Let me give you an example of what Indian gambling has brought to our state. I want to tell you a little story about a young man named David Rogers. David is a student at the University of Washington. An upstanding young man, a good son, an English major who loved Hemingway. He shares a house with his brother, Aaron, who called me up this morning. Aaron told me all about his brother. You see, a couple of days ago, David Rogers want to go gambling at the Tulalip Indian Casino just north of Seattle.
"Now, David didn't want to go alone, so he invited his brother to come along. But he refused. In fact, Aaron tried to discourage his little brother, but David was seduced by the easy money he thought he was going to make. Aaron kept telling his brother it was dangerous. He reminded his younger brother about the scalping and murder of Justin Summers. But David would not be denied.
"So David went to the casino alone, and, lo and behold, he won two thousand dollars at the slot machines. Can you believe that? He must have thought he was the luckiest man alive. And you know what, he was lucky for a few minutes. He was also smart. Most people would have gambled their winnings away, thinking they were on a hot streak. But David, despite the protest of of the casino management, collected his money and left the casino, anxious to celebrate with his brother. He left the casino and he has not been seen since. (From the chapter entitled, Greek Chorus, at pgs. 117-118) |
More of the book and its author at First Nations.
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The Mayor of MacDougal Street
A Memoir
Hardcover
By Dave Van Ronk with Elijah Wald
| Quote: | | We rounded up our coconspirators, one of whom had also come out a winner, turned our clinkers into bills at the cashiers cage (except for A.K., who liked his hat full of silver), and went our way rejoicing. As we were leaving, I stuck my hand into my pocket and discovered a last silver dollar I had overlooked. What the hell; I dropped it into a slot machine by the door, and hit a goddamn jackpot. Not of Red Chief proportions, mind you, with bells and whistles, but another forty bucks or so. We were rich! Let the good times roll! (-- pgs. 111-112) |
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Book of Longing
Hardcover
By Leonard Cohen
| Quote: | A Life of Errands
If You Are Lucky
You Will Grow Old
And Live
A life Of Errands.
You Will Discern
What People Need
And Provide It
Before They Ask.
You Will Drive Your Car
Here and There
Delivering And Fetching
And Neither The Traffic
Nor The Weather
Will Bother You
In The Least.
You Will Whip Down
The 405
To San Diego
To Pick Up An Acorn
For Someone's Proverb
And So On And So Forth.
In Spite Of The Ache
In Your Heart
About The Girl You
Never Found
And The Fact That
After Years Of
Spiritual Rigour
You Did Not Manage
To Enlighten Yourself
A Certain Cheerfulness
Will Begin To
Arise Out Of Your Crushed
Hopes And Intentions
How Thirstily
You Embrace Your
Next Commission:
To Sift Through
The Sunglasses
At A Lost And Found
In Las Vegas
Just A Few Hours
Across The Desert.
Your Hair Is White
You Have Breasts
And A Gut
Over Your Belt
You Are No Longer A Boy,
Or Even A Man
But A Sense Of Gratitude
Enlivens Every Move
You Make.
Yes, Sir, These Are The
Very Gold-Rimmed Pair
She Left In The Plastic Tray
Beside The Dollar
Slot Machines.
No, Sir, I Am Not Lying.
(--p. 66) |
Leonard's latest. Not without humor.
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The Rainmaker
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| Quote: | Claims auditor forced to resign to avoid having her testimony heard: I took the cash and I also signed a letter saying I would never discuss any of my claim files with anybody.
Legal Rookie Rudy Baylor: Including the Black file?
CA: Specifically the Black file.
Rudy: So you knew that claim should have been paid.
CA: Everybody knew. But the company was playing the odds.
Rudy: What odds?
CA: The odds that the insured would not consult a lawyer.
Later on while the jury deliberates:
Deck Shiffler (Rudy's partner): Great Benefit's like a bad slot machine - never pays off. |
Wonder if the insurance company in the movie was modelled after the one discussed here.
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Monster
Inside the Mind of Aileen Wuornos
With Christopher Berry-Dee
Hardcover
| Quote: | When Richard Mallory didn't show up to open his shop on Monday, 3 December 1989, his staff and clients didn't think much of it. As far as friends went, there was no one close enough to him to notice he was gone. Frankly, no one even cared. It wasn't until the cops turned up at his business saying they had found his abandoned Cadillac outside Daytona that anyone knew anything was amiss. No one 'gave a rat's ass,' as one officer dryly observed.
'The best beach in Florida! A perfect destination for honeymooners and couples! Vacation values that won't bust your budget! So scream the tourist brochures. But Daytona is no different to many cities: along the star-spangled sidewalks, lined with laundromats, strip joints and seedy hotels, Joe Public can get his 'round the world' (everything) for 80 bucks, or a straight 'ho strip' (where the hooker strips for oral sex only) for 20. Richard was a sufficiently regular customer at the topless bars in the Tampa, Clearwater and Daytona areas that the strippers, go-go dancers and hookers mostly knew him by sight, if not by name. When he latched on to them, he was like a rigged fruit machine - guaranteed to pay out nearly every time. (From Chapter Four at pg. 51) |
Dickensian story of America's first named female serial killer, who confessed to having killed seven men in what she claimed was self-defence, looting from her victims anything she found of value to augment the usually paltry amounts of cash in their wallets. Information withheld at trial, including the record of Mallory, her first victim, a convicted armed sex offender who did 11 years, provides further evidence of the disparities between rich and poor in the U.S. criminal justice system - if more was required.
Monster
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The Grapes of Wrath
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By John Steinbeck
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| Quote: | Outside, the seated man stood up and looked over the cowl of the truck and watched the restaurant for a moment. Then he settled back on the running board, pulled a sack of tobacco and a book of papers from his side pocket. He rolled his cigarette slowly and perfectly, studied it, smoothed it. At last he lighted it and pushed the burning match into the shade of the truck as noon approached.
In the restaurant the truck driver paid his bill and put his two nickels' change in a slot machine. The whirling cylinders gave him no score. "They fix 'em so you can't win nothing," he said to the waitress.
And she replied, "Guy took the jackpot not two hours ago. Three-eighty he got. How soon you gonna be back by?"
He held the screen door a little open. "Week-ten days," he said. "Got to make a run to Tulsa, an' I never get back soon as I think."
She said crossly, "Don't let the flies in. Either go out or come in."
"So long," he said, and pushed his way out. The screen door banged behind him. He stood in the sun, peeling the wrapper from piece of gum. He was a heavy man, broad in the shoulders, thick in the stomach. His face was red and his blue eyes long and slitted from having squinted always at sharp light. He wore army trousers and high laced boots. Holding the stick of gum in front of his lips he called through the screen, "Well, don't do nothing you don't want me to hear about." The waitress was turned toward a mirror on the back wall. She grunted a reply. The truck driver gnawed down the stick gum slowly, opening his jaws and lips wide with each bite. He shaped the gum in his mouth, rolled it under his tongue while he walked to the big red truck.
The hitch-hiker stood up and looked across through the windows. "Could ya give me a lift, mister?"
The driver looked quickly back at the restaurant for a second. "Didn' you see the No Riders sticker on the win'shield?"
"Sure - I seen it. But sometimes a guy'll be a good guy even if some rich bastard makes him carry a sticker."
The driver, getting slowly into the truck, considered the parts of this answer. If he refused now, not only was he not a good guy, but he was forced to carry a sticker, was not allowed to have company. If he took in the hitch-hiker he was automatically a good guy and also he was not one whom any rich bastard could kick around. He knew he was being trapped, but he couldn't see a way. And he wanted to be a good guy. He glanced again at the restaurant. "Scrunch down on the running board till we get around the bend," he said. (From Chapter 2, pgs. 6-7) |
The Grapes of Wrath
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Daryl Zanuck's 1940 classic, yes, but nevertheless
ripe for re-make, in our view
Another notable film account of the Great Dust Bowl:
Bound for Glory
DVD
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Glossy Overpriced Frostback Infomercial
Gambling on Sheer Talent
Reich and Petch are design's sure thing
By Betty Ann Jordon
Spring, 2005
| Quote: | It's a busy Friday afternoon at the world's most visited museum, the Smithsonian Institution's National Museum of Natural History in Washington, D.C. In the Africa gallery of the Behring Family Hall of Mammals, the rumble of thunder and a flash of lightning precede the rattling sound of falling rain. Visitors stand transfixed before a mounted giraffe, legs akimbo as it stoops to drink from a simulated Savanna waterhole. On a glass screen behind the creature, who is flanked by a pair of zebras and a rhino, there's a video projection of a herd of elephants lumbering through tall grass.
Up in Canada, in Gananoque, Ontario, at eleven in the mroning the nautical-themed Thousand Islands Charity Casino is awash with the pinging of the slot machines punctuated by periodic alarm bells signaling another win. Half-awake slots players are islands inundated by waves of ambient noise, anchored by an aural undercurrent of what sounds like middle C ebing played over and over on a toy piano. In Oscar's dining room, named after the chef who invented Thousand Islands dressing, a wall is spangled with glowing talismanic names: "Heart Island," "Cherry Island" and the shivery "Dark Island."
The link between these disparate experiences is that they have been superbly stage-managed by Reich+Petch Design International of Toronto. Since the firm's formation in 1987, a polyglot team of architects, interior, museum, industrial and exhibit designers, plus facility planners and graphic artists (currently a core group of 25 people) has produced scores of effective, highly popular environments that run a very large gamut. On the museum design A-list, their educational attractions are the Hong Kong Heritage Museum and the Singapore Philatelic Museum, the Art Gallery of Windsor and the Royal Ontario Museum's galleries for Egypt/Nubia, Birds and South Asian Art. The company has also become synonymous with gaming, with some 30 projects to its credit, including the major Casino Niagara, Sault St. Marie Charity Casino and Woodbine Racetrack Slots. (-- p. 66) |
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The Selected Poetry of Yehuda Amichai
Edited and Newly Translated by Chana Bloch
and Stephen Mitchell
Hardcover
| Quote: | The Body Is the Reason for Love
The body is the reason for love;
after that, the fortress that protects it;
after that, love's prison.
But when the body dies, love is set free
in wild abundance,
like a slot machine that breaks down
and with a furious ringing pours out all at once
all the coins of
all the generations of luck.
(-- p. 153) |
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The New Yorker
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The Forbidden World
Did a sixteenth-century heretic grasp the nature of the cosmos?
By Joan Accocella
Aug. 25/08
| Quote: | ... Eventually, a copy of Erasmus’s proscribed “Commentaries,” with notes by Bruno in its margins, was found in the latrine that he used. Even at the height of the Counter-Reformation, which this was, such offenses, distributed over ten years in the monastery, seem trifling. They sound like notations from the F.B.I. file of some poor professor who dared to teach Gorky in the fifties. Nevertheless, Bruno, at around the age of twenty-seven, was informed that he was being investigated by the Inquisition. Was someone trying to get rid of him? (Why the latrine search, an unpleasant task in the sixteenth century?) Was he trying to get out of the priesthood? (Why annotate the Erasmus? Why not just read it?) Whatever the real story, Bruno, hearing of the proceedings, discarded his priest’s garments and headed north, eventually crossing the border into Switzerland. To the Church authorities, that was as good as a confession; they defrocked and excommunicated him in absentia. To Bruno, apparently, it was a liberation, and he became the man we know, or think we know: the freethinker, the heretic, the man who would be burned.
For fifteen years, he travelled—to Geneva, Toulouse, Lyon, Paris, London, Oxford, Wittenberg, Prague, Helmstedt, Frankfurt, Zurich, Padua, Venice—never staying more than two or three years in any city. Wherever he went, he looked for a job teaching philosophy, and in some places he got one. In Paris, he gave a series of thirty lectures on logic and metaphysics. Elsewhere, he had less luck. At Oxford, when he gave a tryout presentation, the audience laughed at his accent and his Neapolitan way of talking with his hands. (He hated the English ever after. They “look down their noses,” he said, “laugh at you . . . fart at you with their lips.”) Sometimes he damaged his own cause. During his stay in Geneva, he published a broadsheet listing twenty mistakes that a highly placed professor had made in a single lecture. He was sued for slander and had to leave town in a hurry. ...
Another idea of his, which has not attracted as much attention, because it is not a heresy, had to do with “artificial memory,” the science of improving recall. This was not a side project. It was the subject of many of his Latin writings, and often the source of his income during his wandering years—he tutored people in memory skills. Ancient orators had used artificial memory systems, mentally attaching their ideas onto statues, or objects in the rooms of a building, so that later, in their minds, they could revisit those statues and rooms, retrieve their ideas, and thus give seven-hour speeches without note cards. Closer to Bruno’s time, a Catalan mystic named Ramon Llull had refined the method, imagining memory as a system of concentric wheels. Bruno adopted Llull’s schema and enlarged it. ...
How marvellous, and how utterly incomprehensible! And this was only one of his systems. But Bruno may have used such methods—he was known for his prodigious memory—and with their endless numbers of combinations, as in a giant slot machine, they obviously contributed to his vision of an infinite cosmos.
Inconveniently, that vision was heresy from end to end. If there were countless worlds besides ours, this sidelined the Christian story. Creation, expulsion, salvation: such things might have happened, but somewhere off in a corner, while other things were happening on other planets. Also eliminated was God’s difference from humanity. If, as Bruno saw it, God was present in every atom of the universe, then transubstantiation became a silly idea. (God was already in the wine.) Ditto incarnation. Bruno later said that he started having doubts about Jesus at the age of eighteen; in his mature philosophy, the Messiah has no place. Nor does original sin, or pretty much any sin. God “makes his sun rise over good and bad,” Bruno wrote. Even devils were going to be pardoned. To lead a virtuous life, you had only to do unto others as you would have them do unto you. As the reader may have noticed by now, much of this constitutes liberal Christian thought in our time. (What Bruno discarded was the Church’s literalism—exactly what many of today’s believers have done.) Likewise, Bruno’s cosmology anticipated modern physics and astronomy. But it did not accord with the views of the sixteenth-century Church. It sounded like Protestantism, or worse. ... (-- pgs. 77-78) |
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8th Annual Year in Ideas
By Claire Trageser
Dec. 14/08
| Quote: | In June, Josh Klein revealed his master’s-thesis project to a flock of crows at the Binghamton Zoo in south-central New York State. The New York University graduate student offered the birds coins and peanuts from a dish attached to a vending machine he’d created, then took the peanuts away. Klein designed the machine so that when the crows searched for the missing peanuts, they pushed the coins out of a dish into a slot, causing more peanuts to be released into the dish. The Binghamton crows quickly learned that dropping nickels and dimes into the slot produced peanuts, and the most resourceful members of the flock began looking for more coins. Within a month, Klein had a flock of crows scouring the ground for loose change.
Now Klein is working with graduate students at Cornell University and Binghamton University to study how wild crows make use of his machine. Although his invention might conjure Hitchcock-worthy visions of crows stealing the loose change from pedestrians’ pockets and hands, Klein’s conception is more benign. To Klein, the machine demonstrates the value of cooperating with “synanthropes” — animals that have adapted seamlessly to human environments. “Rather than just killing off a species, why not see if they can do something useful for us, so we can all live in close proximity?” he said. To pursue his research, he founded the Synanthropy Foundation this year. Someday, he hopes, similar techniques may allow us to train rats to sort our garbage for us. |
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