As everyone knows, Allan Ackerman has the technical ability to make a deck of cards perform symphonic masterpieces of magic without breaking a sweat. His recent DVD work on Erdnase has been well received and has met accolades from tough customers. While he has a considerable video legacy, his book offerings are somewhat more modest. I think he realized early on how important seeing the performances can be. I also have Las Vegas Kardma, and I was impressed with the variety and scope of skills demonstrated in that compilation.

I recently picked up this little book gem and flipped through it when it arrived. It wasn’t until I started really reading it that I started to realize how well the material is presented. The ideas are sound, the techniques are achievable with practice, and the effects are direct. He has sessioned and developed ideas with all the best, so a good number of his effects are alternate handlings and original approaches to ideas from the likes of Dingle, Marlo, Jennings and others card masters. His original ideas and utilities are well constructed and accomplish their ends cleanly and smoothly.

As always, I want to keep a variety of material at my fingertips. Simple or mystical, standing or tabled, presentational or visual, skillful or suble. I like this book because it has a sampling of them all.

 

Marlo’s Magazines

I recently started gathering up Marlo’s Magazines, and I just have a couple more to go. Certainly I have been flipping the pages and taking an inventory of the techniques and utilities they contain. The breadth is tremendous. The interesting thing about these tomes from the 70s and 80s is that the material is evergreen. It is as presentable today as it was back then, and the underlying principles can be reapplied to modern plots and demonstrations. As is usually the case, the prose could use some updating and the figures could be better drawn using modern tools. Aside from the cosmetic aspects, the meat of the effects and utility moves are golden.

Unfortunately, the modern card table is vastly different from the five-card stud tables of the 70s. The blackjack ideas still apply, but I would love to read Marlo’s ideas on Texas Hold’em, Pai Gow, and Caribbean Stud. The good thing about the stacking, marking, and other game table treatments is that they are still applicable to any modern table. Many people still play five-card poker at home among friends. Tipping your abilities with riffle stacking or a table pass will ensure no money is ever wagered in your home, or you get relegated to bartending and dip duty. Either way, the best advice I can give is to only “play” with games not on the table for the evening.

As far as magical effects go, Marlo had a keen sense of effect development, suprise, and magical appearance. He understood well how the progression of the effect could be carried and amplified without becoming “too good” to be real. He left effects right at the point of magical suprise without going for a “blockbusting, impossible kicker that leaves everyone speechless.” In my estimation, this was his greatest skill. For one trick drive-by magicians, this material is useless. For real workers that use a series of effects and a carefully developed storyline, they can be a captivating climax without needing to have the deck change color.

Granted, he does go to some trouble to develop six or seven related methods of an effect. For some, this is not needed and really just a waste of time to read. Actually, I find the multiple methods key to understanding how far an effect can be flexed before it loses it’s impact. There are plenty of multiple methods in his magazines.

Enough about the magazines. These are truly what I consider the cream of the considerable crop from this fertile genius. Marlo left great ideas and techniques in all manner of magazines and newletters, but the material in these tomes clearly came from years of development, re-development, and further development. I am glad I have them.

 

Out and about in Ottawa

Happy Birthday Mackenzie! She stares at me with unnerving focus. I know she doesn’t understand the words, but she really looks like she is trying to figure me out. I look away sheepishly. I love infants, and a birthday party for a one year old is just too good to pass up. They have such a nonchalant way of enjoying themselves. A handful of cake frosting feels smooth and silky, tastes sweet and sticky, and is a great hair mousse.

We flew up to Ottawa this past weekend to see Mackenzie’s first birthday, and visit with a dear friend we miss terribly. Judith is not technically family, but we consider her our “ma.” We have only seen her grand-daughter and Lani in Little Rock, and we had been meaning to get to Canada for a while. When the opportunity came up to knock out three things on our wish-list, we couldn’t resist.

The first night was just Joel and I, so we took some advice from the concierge to head toward the fashionable Byward Market for dinner. We had asked about indian or mediterranean food, so we were whisked off in a cab to a really nice place. Yea, we wanted a buffet. We walked around a little more, finally coming to a cute japanese place. We sat down and ate our fill of sushi rolls, and then walked all around the market area. It is a really quaint part of town that reminded me of the Little Rock River Market all grown up. There were restaurants lined up, with produce stands hawking spices and goods from all corners of the globe. Most were closed, though. We crashed early and barely wanted to move the next day. The only thing that got us moving was the prospect of a day with Judith.

We met Judith for an official tourist day. We walked up and down the river, seeing the parliment buildings, peace tower, and ending up at the art museum. It was the perfect day for it, and we left echoes of laughter and recounted stories all allong the way. We bought little stuff all along the way, and those small trinkets will remind us of the great time we had together every time they catch our eye.

Then, it was dinnertime with the family. Mark’s parents were in for the festivities, so it was one big family dinner. We listened to childhood stories, drank some wine, and watched Mackenzie play in the yellow icing. She doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth, so that was pretty anti-climatic. However, the frosted hair was worth the wait. Then there was Mark and his daughter’s antics. He would snort and strain, and Mackenzie would follow right along with her little puckered lips and wrinkled nose. Too cute not to laugh at.

The next day was all about getting ready for the party. Judith took us to a local icon, Tim Horton’s, for breakfast. It is the Krispy Kreme of Canada, and well worth the wait at the door. Then, off to their place for a quick present exchange, and birthday party setup. Friends arrived right on time, with a few people delayed because their baby was still asleep. That was a day of men in the dining room talking about American sports, and wives and children playing in the living room with the new toys. It was a blur of toddlers, youngsters, cats, and potato chips.

We were the last to leave, but we were leaving for another country. It was so much fun to be there to help out, hear the Canadian accent, and enjoy the local customs that we will certainly want to come back. Just shopping in their grocery stores was too much fun. Mackenzie, maybe we will help you celebrate your 18 month milestone!

 

Snowtime

I haven’t even picked out a Halloween costume, and it has already snowed. Don’t get me wrong, I am all for winter weather as long as all the trappings come along with it, like hot chocolate, warm muffins, and snuggly pajamas. We only got about a quarter of an inch, and it was gone in about an hour. Oddly, I felt like I was right back home in Arkansas.

Having winter temps set in so soon certainly suprised my Muscadine vines. The trees have lost their leaves, but the vines were still growing strong. I brought them in when the snow started, and I tried to find a good place for them. It looks like I will have to move some stuff around to give them room at a window, but it may be a good idea to do it now before they lose all their leaves. They may just like it inside.

I do hate that the great seasonal vegetables are lost in the big city. We only get the decorative pumpkins that have no meat under the skin, and these multi-colored and warty gourds. Where are the fat acorn, turban, and butternut squash? I really missed the orchard fresh peaches and thick artichokes. The seasons are lost in the grocery stores.

Now that the temperatures are dropping and I have not tried on my winter coat in a few years, it may be a good idea to make sure it still fits. If I am going to be eating potatoes, cherries, grapes, and string beans all year long, I need to be sure I can keep all that goodness wrapped up and warm.

 

Fireworks in the big city

This past weekend was the Fouth of July, and we are getting a new appreciation for staying at home. Everywhere we go, traffic, crowds, and delays make us question our ideas of fun activities. We recently decided to check out the beaches on the lake. We were prepared for crowds on the beach, but we had not considered the auxiliary stuff. Traffic was brutal trying to get down there. Finding a place to park was crazy, and there were people everywhere. The beach was crowded, with vollyball players and sunbathers. Pik-nikers were spread out all over the banks in the shade of the Locust trees. Small grills smoked their simple fare as families of all nationalities tossed balls, threw frisbees, and chased their kids.

We finally got to the sandy beach after walking along the bank. There was a fenced beach just for dog owners to throw things into the water and have their pets bound off and fetch it back in a splashing frenzy. Looking beyond the froth of woofs and waves, we could see the rest of the beach was filled with people. Oddly, nobody was in the water. The beach was too crowded for it not to spill into the water. We later heard that the water had failed bacterial testing, so swimming was not allowed.

Traffic was just as bad driving away as it was on the way in. Once we broke away from the confines of blocks and traffic lights for the expressway to the ‘burbs, we were ready to get home and just hang out on our own. It sounds like fun to go to glamorous places like the beach on the edge of the city, but it turns into quite another thing when you are circling like buzzards waiting for a parking spot to open up. Don’t get me wrong, we still love it here, but we have a newly found appreciation for the suburban life.