Suited Medium Blue Texas Holdem Poker Table Felt Critical Overview

Listen, if you’re not a big time interior designer then it can be a difficult task to purchase felt cloth for your poker tables. We’re telling you this from experience, but after three years of dabbling around the Internet we finally found this Suited Medium Blue Texas Holdem Poker Table Felt that will work best for our home. Can you imagine searching for something for three entire years? It gets a little frustrating.

Call us perfectionists, but to be honest it’s not like we spend hours on the net or anything. Just from time to time we’d come across a particular piece and more times then not we passed it over. Either it didn’t match the surrounding furniture, didn’t match the table itself, or just didn’t have an appeal that would leave our guests complimenting the work we had accomplished with one little purchased.

However, it wasn’t all about the look that made the difference. We definitely had to have something that was water resistant. Why? Quite frankly everyone has spilled a drink a time or two so finding one that could combat those issues was a major bonus for us. The Suited Medium Blue Texas Holdem Poker Table Felt that we came across had a nice looking pattern and was made from polyester and olefin.

We really weren’t sure what olefin was when the name first surfaced, but it’s really just another name for polyethylene. If you’re not familiar with the terminology it’s basically a long-chain polymer synthetic fiber. The point is, having the combination gives us a sturdy cloth, with the ability to offer a few bonuses along the way. Just another reason why the Suited Medium Blue Texas Holdem Poker Table Felt was a great purchase.

The best part about making this purchase was the fact that all our researched saved us money. The place we found was not only the most inexpensive, but the customer service was unbelievably great. Our biggest concern was making sure that we didn’t over spend on material that we didn’t need. Yes, we should of got some extra in case something happened, but since it was a budget buy we weren’t really looking to take that route.

Regardless of the company, the price, and the research, the beauty of the Suited Medium Blue Texas Holdem Poker Table Felt is very professional. In fact, it’s the same type of felt that we saw when we went out to Vegas last year. We’re not sure if it’s the same exact kind, but it looks the same and that’s all that matters. When people come over now they almost immediately compliment the look.

It’s amazing how different the poker tables look. Next year we’ll probably purchase a couple more tables since our weekly events are getting larger. For now though we’ll stick with what we’ve got. When the time comes though, we’ll continue buying the Suited Medium Blue Texas Holdem Poker Table Felt and will look forward to new memories created in our mini-casino. Who could ask for anything more?

Artist Cris McDonald – Race As an Artistic Non-Issue

There is amongst us a woman and a modern artist who cares not for the trappings of race – or rather, she cares a lot. She cares enough to disregard it, taking only what is below the hair, freckles, hairy moles, hairy warts, and burn and scratch scars, capturing it in oil on canvas.

Her name is Cris McDonald. She goes by “Chris.” Enemies call her “Chris.” Friends call her “Chris.” Complete mocha-sipping strangers call her Chris. She is a Caucasian woman with beautifully dark skin, hair and eyes. She is a woman for whom the general public has always asked, “What race are you?” She even learned some Spanish for those who assumed she spoke it.

She paints her own face and portrait a lot as most women would be rather complaintful about such a thoroughfare. That is pretty much how us women are. We complain about a lot, and are weird about our image.

Famous people only provide fodder for this Texas-born and residing artist. She has painted Martin Luther King, Geronimo, Frank Sinatra, Jimmy Hendrix, Prince, and Jim Morrison.

Many family members have not escaped the lock and key that is her brush stroke. She has painted them as members of different races or of an ambiguous one. But, she has captured many of them.

Children are also one of her favorite subjects. For me, these are the most enchanting of all of her works. Ms. McDonald is the life capturing the life.

Ms. McDonald is a fairly recent college graduate. It took her longer than usual, as she has had to work and put herself through. It is characteristic of her tenacity, commitment, and recognition of what is important.

I wish all artists had her sunny disposition, funny personality, and love of all that is innocent. (Even her Daschund’s name is Sunny!) Indeed, the world would be a better place.

Surgical Strikes

[strike (n.) A sudden achievement or valuable discovery, as of a precious mineral.]

My husband and I were in Houston for a week for his spinal surgery at Houston Methodist in the Texas Medical Center. Two days before the scheduled operation, we had an afternoon to ourselves in between the pre-op procedures that morning and the imaging appointments in Radiology the next day. In the midst of the stress and apprehension that accompanies any major surgery, I suggested we visit the Rothko Chapel in the Museum District of the city, not far from the hotel at the medical center where we were staying. I thought we could use some peace and tranquility in a prayerful space.

The chapel houses fourteen canvases painted by abstract expressionist Mark Rothko. That particular movement in art had never appealed to me, but I, along with my husband, was willing to be persuaded to a different opinion by the experience. A quote from co-founder Dominique de Menil in the chapel brochure in the foyer impressed me from the first moment.

The Rothko Chapel is oriented toward the sacred and yet it imposes no traditional environment. It offers a place where a common orientation could be found-an orientation towards God, named or unnamed, an orientation towards the highest aspirations of Man…

It is a place, then, where each visitor can create her own meaning, can be led to serenity by his own pathway, art, God, architecture or the integration of the three.

There’s no doubt that the paintings are meant to dominate. The octagonal design of the chapel’s architecture merely creates the space in which the art reigns. Rothko’s fourteen works are massive and monochromatic, colossuses which the painter said he wanted to overwhelm the viewer. About the “color field” technique of abstract expressionism, Metropolitan Museum of Art educator Stella Paul says that these artists held the sublime as a goal in their paintings, not the beautiful. They wanted the viewer’s experience to transcend pure aesthetics (as with just a pretty representational picture) to the level of spirituality through the emotional power of color and size.

I had read, too, that the abstract expressionists were heavily influenced by Jung’s idea of the collective unconscious and believed that humans share a hard-wired catalog of meaningful images and that these can be exploited by artists to express universal human conditions. And, I swear, the longer I gazed at Rothko’s paintings, the more archetypal visions I could make out in his overlapping subtle shadings of black and inky plum. The canvases looked almost like they’d been loosely upholstered with crepe de chine; they flowed with color. By the end of our thirty-minute visit, I could see biblical beards and Mosaic robes, multitudes of upturned human faces, crosses, slopes of spruce forests, rippling river water, seascapes, all merging and transforming with the shifting cloud shadows through the skylight overhead. Dominique de Menil said further about the chapel, “It is a place where a great artist, turned toward the Absolute, had the courage to paint almost nothing.” The more I let myself see, the more I saw. And so did my husband, his own perceptions. We left quietened and calmed, strengthened, I feeling the presence of God, he trusting the potential greatness of human ability, in painters and surgeons alike.

Two mornings later when we checked him in for surgery at 10 a.m., we were stressed again now that the time had come. Even though we had confidence in the neurosurgeon’s stellar reputation (and the people who had recommended him), in the excellent hospital and all the careful pre-op, it was nevertheless alarming to know that my husband’s spinal canal would be cleaned up and repaired during the upcoming decompression surgery to relieve pressure on two spinal discs and their attendant nerves, thus ending his pain. “What about the spinal cord?” I wondered, silently so as not to multiply my husband’s own worries, hoping there wasn’t a thought balloon visible above my head with images of Christopher Reeve swirling around in it. “What if it’s severed or damaged during the procedure?”

It wasn’t until he was actually in the OR and my cousin (my official hand holder) was googling around on her tablet in the waiting room that I began to feel faith in those surgeon’s hands, long-fingered and supple as Van Cliburn’s. An image of spinal anatomy showed that the cord ends at vertebrae L1/L2, while my husband’s surgery was in the spinal core well below that, at L3/L4 and L4/L5. All would be well, all would be well, all manner of things would be well. The surgeon confirmed this when he came in later and reported to me, although the procedure had been “a hard one,” he said.

The large waiting room was jammed with families anxious, like me, for information about their loved ones undergoing surgery. During the hours I was there, some received good news, others did not. One young man sat at a table with his head in his hands while an older woman—probably his mother—consoled him. The man from Waller, Texas, sitting next to me learned that his wife’s brain surgery had revealed an abscess, a deep infection from a prior operation. The surgeon held little hope of her recovery. As I headed out for supper (and a glass of wine) at about 6 p.m., the man requested that I pray for her. I asked his wife’s name. “Virginia,” he said, “and I am Jackson.” When I returned to the hospital later, I saw him entering Post-op, finally called to see his wife after her seven-plus hours in the OR. As a point of comparison, my husband’s procedure had lasted one hour and forty-five minutes from the time of incision, forty-five minutes after he’d entered the OR.

At 9:15 I called the hotel. The next day I would brave Houston traffic and scarce medical center parking to pick up my husband from the hospital in our rental car upon his release, but for now the hotel shuttle was the best mode of transportation. My husband and I had been using it to and fro for the past three days and appreciated its convenience and efficiency. The van arrived fifteen minutes after my call and I was the only passenger. I sat in front with Coleman, the driver—a man probably in his early 80s—who had brought me over earlier. “How’s your husband?” he inquired. “Good news, Coleman,” I replied. “The surgery was a success and he’s doing fine. But some people didn’t get such good news today, and I feel so sorry for them.”

Coleman pondered that for a moment or two and then spoke, his Texas drawl patient with words and the spaces between them too. “You know, it’s a myth we all have that we don’t have to suffer grief if we’re right with God. But we all have to lose someone someday.” He went on to say that sometimes the truth comes out of the mouths of babes, and to illustrate he told the story of kindergarteners who were asked what you have to do to get into heaven. Among their answers were, “You have to say your prayers”; “You have to go to church”; “You have to always be good.” But one child spoke up, “You have to die!”

Coleman next told me that the only passage he knew in the Bible that passes on Jesus’s advice on loss is the story about Lazarus being raised from the dead. He quoted the Lord as having said to the two grieving sisters, “Let him go, let him go!”

When I got to the room, I went immediately to the Gideon Bible there and looked up the Lazarus story, John 11:1-44. Coleman was right, Jesus did say, “Unbind him, and let him go.” Coleman interpreted that Jesus was instructing Mary and Martha, the sisters and his dear friends, to accept that death, to grieve, to go through the pain in faith and let the loss transform them. And I found I agreed with my new philosopher friend, even though he had taken the quote out of context from the Bible’s story, where Lazarus indeed experienced resurrection, foreshadowing Jesus’s own and affirming Jesus’s identity as the Christ with this final powerful act in a series of miracles. Coleman’s perception instead made of the story a parable, a teaching tool: death is a part of life too; we will suffer loss; and through this suffering we can be transformed, a keystone precept of Christianity.

I then knew how to pray to God, thanks to Coleman, for Virginia and Jackson, and I said, “The darkness can’t be lightened or eliminated, but their fear of it can be. Be with them.”

And be with us.

Finding The Right Oil Rig Jobs

Offshore oil rig jobs are not for everybody. The majority of these jobs are international and require a lot of travel. It is a risky and difficult task which has to be done in inclement weather. However, they offer fantastic incentives, growth potential as well as learning. The remuneration or salary is completely not an issue for the reason that, even the dishwashers earn as much as seven hundred dollars per week as starting pay.

Kinds of Jobs

There are several kinds of jobs available when working offshore on an oil rig. For example, people are hired to work at the deck, the control room, electrical and mechanical department, the catering department, rig management, as well as for drilling. Others are employed as radio operators, scaffolders, mud engineers, training and safety coordinators, rig welders, painters and medics.

The catering team comprises the camp boss, cook and the stewardess who take care of the cleaning, laundry and catering.

The rig management is made up of offshore installation managers and tool pushers. Offshore installation managers are charged with the responsibility of managing the entire rig, while tool pushers work within the rig floors and rig offices.

The mechanical department employs motormen, maintenance supervisors and mechanics who are tasked with all the mechanical operations. The electrical department hires electronic technicians, maintenance supervisors and electricians who ensure that all electrical equipment is in good working order.

On the deck, individuals are employed as roustabout and foremen. Their task is to look after the deck region. Also, there are crane operators who take charge of all crane operations. Pumpmen and Roughnecks are charged with looking after the equipment as well as taking mud weights. The dereckman’s major responsibility is maintaining the equipment in the mud.

Control room workers comprise control room operators, assistant CROs, and barge engineers who man the control room.

There are also several entry-level offshore oil rig jobs. The lower positions do not require any formal education. However the higher level jobs require some higher education. The oil industry is growing at a very fast pace and thus pursing a career within this field is very bright and prosperous. It offers you a chance to work anywhere on the globe within a work environment that has very high safety standards.

The beginning salary for an individual with no prior experience is something between forty thousand dollars to sixty thousand dollars per annum, and workers are required to work for only six months per year. In addition, the major oil firms provide life and medical insurance. It is an exciting and highly rewarding career.

These jobs require you to be in excellent physical condition; also you have to pass some medical examinations. Even though the mean age for these jobs is 26, you are free to apply for drilling contractor or coast guard posts, if you are under eighteen years of age.

Oil rig jobs are quite easy to get, if you search in the appropriate place and prepare very well. You should exercise some patience, join the industry at the entry level and climb the ladder with experience.