Sunday, November 4, 2007

Nikki Youngblood's essay, "Bright Lights, Big City"

"No one knows if you've had a stroke of good luck or lost it all except by the expression on your face."

I think this line says a lot about the type of gamboling that Nikki experienced during her immersion experience. What an interesting thing to learn: that there's no rush of coins or flash of lights that proclaims to everyone in the casino that you've won--just the addition of a few bucks on your gamboling ATM card. It's a strange observation. It also makes me want to know more about how her friends (whom she apparently went with) feel about this new type of gamboling. I wanted to see more of the casino, see how the lighting affected the place, see what the carpet looked like, even experience the smell. Was it musty? Did it smell like metal? Alcohol? Sweat? Obviously it wasn't "glamorous," but how did that make the narrator feel about spending time there?

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