How often you can meet Artificial Intelligence in gambling nowadays?

New technologies in the casino industry and what does AI and Bitcoin have to do with it

New technologies, such as reliable data protection, the ability to play on any device, and virtual reality have been used in online games for a long time. Among all these innovations, you can also often find the use of such updates as artificial intelligence (AI), as well as the blockchain system. But let’s look at these two innovations in online gambling in turn. And let’s start with AI.

Many gaming providers start using Artificial intelligence relatively recently. A tremendous push in the use of AI in the gambling market happened when the system beat one of the best players GO in the world.

Now Artificial Intelligence is most often used to track game-play better. In addition, the machine allows you to predict the next move or even the likely next victory. It is as if a person with an accuracy of 99% would say which football team would score a goal during the match.

Also, do not forget that AI is now accompanying almost every person using the Internet, and Bitcoin casino is proof of this.

Blockchain technologies in bitcoin casino and BTC games

Blockchain technology is a special development of systems that protects data and gives access to wide money transactions. Now many online casinos are creating their own blockchain network, which gives them a great advantage. Especially it is useful for casinos that support cryptocurrency and offer a great variety of BTC games for its visitors.

In simple terms, with the blockchain system, players can quickly make deposits in casinos, and withdraw money, and also make bets. For example, I make a bet at a casino in cryptocurrency, the gaming site independently accepts it without any additional links, and the cryptocurrency is converted to coins with which I can play. Everything is quick and easy.

The advantage of using the blockchain system also lies in the fact that the player does not need the help of banks making deposits or money withdrawals. All operations take place directly on the site. This is the benefit of the blockchain system.

The convergence of Blockchain and AI

It would seem that there are two completely different systems, and how can they interact together? But as it turned out, they can.

At the moment, they are just working to ensure that these two independent systems interact together. It is possible, and at the moment, it brings great benefits with such a profitable connection. Paired with each other, it will improve her work, which in the end result, affects high productivity and profitability. AI makes the blockchain system more structured. Work with it will become more accurate in its indicators, excluding the right to make a mistake and making it completely safe. At the same time, the work of AI will be more understandable.

Artificial Intelligence

How does AI influence gambling?

When I learned the latest news about the interaction of these two systems, I decided to make Bitcoin bets in order to feel the achievements by myself. And here is what I can say about gambling AI:

  • The system of the game itself is simplified. The most important advantage that you pay attention to is that it has become easier to predict the development of events. Since the machine is responsible for this;
  • It has become easier to play table games such as Poker, Blackjack and other card games;
  • The number of victories has doubled, as it became more difficult to make a mistake in the game.

The Resurrection of Rey Pescador is available for pre-order!

His meteoric rise and fall are legendary, but Rey Pescador’s greatest adventure remained a mystery.

Until now.

When David Rosario finally confronts his absurd past, he composes a series of tall tales and love letters that both chronicle Rey Pescador’s tenure as the world’s most famous man and finally confess his love to the mysterious Rebecca.

chronicle Rey Pescador’s

David’s one-sided feud with Rey, his cousin and best friend, humorously catapults this adventure across continents and worlds.

It shatters genres in its wake.

Believing that even post-modern life is filled with mythical elements and that common robot fights contain deep significance, Rey Pescador seeks an artistic escape from an undying, scientific world. In the process, he becomes America’s most beloved anachronism.

From his first public invocation of the muse to his spontaneous bout with an imposing heavy-weight in Madison Square Garden, his performances transcend reality. In the wake of an unexpected decline in popularity, Rey s manager promises fame beyond his imagination.

But at what cost?

Confessions of a 1:1 English Teacher or Why a Technophobe Gave 100 High School Students iPads

It’s doubtful that anyone with an internet 

connection at his workplace is writing good fiction.

Jonathan Franzen

Disregard all of Franzen’s rules for writing.

Alfred Cedeno

Prone to dramatic gestures, I once drove a large American truck over a small American computer. It was winter, last winter, actually. In fact, it was almost exactly one year ago. I decided that the internet was a synthetic place that had the power to rip one’s soul from one’s body, or something like that. And even if that wasn’t true, it was a place with enough articles on Chicago sports that I would be so distracted that I would never become a great writer, husband, teacher, and father.

So I decided I would follow the footsteps of my buddy Bill who sold everything digital he owned and bought a record player and dozens of books and notebooks. I would be a Luddite, a great thinker, a great man.

High School Students
Clever teenager

I had been down this road before.

  • I sold my iPhone for the dumbest phone I could find.
  • I deactivated Facebook before non-college students could even activate.
  • I sold my PS3.
  • I sold my Wii.
  • I wrote a science fiction novel where the protagonist is basically the only man in the world not controlled by technology, and therefore, the only real man.

I guess you could say through my whole life I’ve been running from technology, but that would only be true if I noted that I always ran right back into its warm, semiconducting arms. This is to say the above opening paragraph overstated my conviction. Perhaps it wasn’t conviction at all, but sanctimony–which I’m also prone to.

Here are the facts:

Fact-I did run over the old Macbook with my truck, but the truth is it was a midsize truck, not a large one.
Fact-I wasn’t completely determined to become a Luddite.
Fact-I still had an iPad from work; I still had a computer from work; I had a brand new Mac Mini at home.

So why did I run over the Macbook?

  1. It was old. And selling it on Craigslist seemed like too much work.
  2. I thought I could be less distracted with a desktop computer.
  3. It was the type of gesture that could eventually lead to a post like this.

After all I had more important things to do than read every article on Jay Cutler’s newest injury. I wanted to read more books, drink more tea, and write fantastic fiction that would glean my teeming brain.

Just under a year later, I am teaching in a pilot 1:1 program where every student in my classes has an iPad. I chose to be in this program. In fact, I begged to be in this program. In high school I refused to have a cell phone, and now I am the one passing iPads to every student in my class.

Why? Aren’t they going to be distracted all the time? Aren’t their souls going to be ripped from their bodies as they enter a solely synthetic reality? Aren’t they going to cyberbully?

Why would someone like me–who loves all things ancient, corduroy, and tweed; who teaches Thoreau in a way that might make my students leave for Walden and never look back; who would certainly live in a cabin in a National Park if it wasn’t for his wife and daughters–subjugate my students to the incredible device of distraction and consumption that is the Apple iPad?

I have several answers, but the main reason, the thing that finally convinced me to jump overboard is simple: distraction.

Students are distracted by these devices. They were before I gave them one. They will be for decades after they leave my class, that is, they will be if they never truly consider the purpose and implications of these machines. A classroom that explores these topics through research and argument seems like the best place for these discussions, the best chance that the next generation will be better than their parents at having self-control with technology. It also seems like the only way my students will be creating authentic pieces of writing.  After all, where do students read and write? Online. Who is else going to teach them to do this? No one.

Last year I forgot to copy a handout for my 8th period class. Rather than scrap the lesson, I said, “Who has a smartphone or iPad with you?” Every student in the class had one. Every student. This was in the first year of our pilot program when only about three kids in the class had school-issued iPads (given for another class). Yet they all had smart phones already. One of my biggest classroom management issues from the first day of student teaching in 2007 was electronic devices in the classroom. In fact, I have been at four schools and I have heard teachers complain about few things more than electronic devices in the classroom.

Students are distracted. I am distracted. I fear distraction. But I am cocky enough to think that I can overcome it without firing up a V8 in cold December and neutral dropping over all of my students’ iPads and phones with American trucks.

Though that might be fun too.

My Writing Process Blog Tour Part I: A Confession

Background: This is a blog tour that Brie Gowen invited me to. She’s awesome and is signed with the best publishing company ever. Go to her website and read her stuff.

Before continuing, I must make a confession. I kind of botched the whole blog tour thing because I didn’t get other bloggers to continue the process. So this is the end of the line (like my family’s proud lineage if I don’t produce a male heir), unless you’re an awesome fiction writing blogger who wants a shout out. If so, let me know.

I’ve also botched it in another way. I was supposed to answer four questions, but I’ve answered two and wrote a whole post on the fourth question and kind of ignored the third. Forgive me, reader.

Creative writing

Question 1: What am I working on?

I am working on the tales of Rey Pescador and his merry band of Geniuses. It began as a fictional blog with a few other friends who had characters in the same universe. We all had characters who were in some ways our alter egos. I had two characters who were opposites and best friends (because I’m narcissistic, I guess). That was seven years ago. My novel on Rey Pescador and David Rosario will be published in July, so I’m starting to plan a new novel. I’m thinking a tragedy in the same universe of Rey and David. It will be about joy and time travel.

Question 2: How does my work differ from others of its genre?

This one is easy because I don’t really know my genre. I have always seen myself writing literary fiction with a bad attitude, so I try to break literary fiction conventions as often as possible by adding “genre writing” tropes in a humorous way.

That said the novel really differs from everything. I’m not saying I’m revolutionary; after all, novels follow rules because they work, so mine might be the worst thing ever. The proverbial jury is still eating Chipotle in some conference room.

My novel The Resurrection of Rey Pescador is certainly speculative fiction, probably science fiction, but it differs from other si/fi because it is much more concerned with character than technology.

The other genre that it’s pretty close to would be tall tales. It differs from that because it’s not about Paul Bunyan; it’s about Rey “the Bard from the Barrio” Pescador. Don’t forget it.

My next post will cover:

Question 3: Why do I write what I do? (implicitly)

Question 4: How does my writing process work?

My Writing Process Blog Tour |OR| How to Create Swag in 21st Century Prose

A student of mine once wore an aphoristic T-Shirt that said something that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since, “Swag,” it said in bold letters, “Don’t come cheap.”

The student didn’t say much else, but we’ve always been…(alright I need to stop the Gatsby alluding before it gets out of hand—sorry).

Ah, swag, that essence of the gods. It certainly don’t come cheap now, does it?

Of course writers know this just as well as high school football players. Swag in writing, that lucid prose that illuminates the mind and sings to the soul and catalyzes the glands—that don’t come cheap either. It requires a process with strict, conscious discipline to rules and ritual.

So here is my writing process. Well, it’s actually more of a rule of writing life.

 (by the way this is part two of my writing process blog tour. Read the previous post and check out Brie Gowen’s website. She’s the one who invited me on the tour!).

Rule 1-Don’t write.

This one I’m good at. Instead of writing, try to commit to something actually worthwhile like watching TV or working or spending time with family.

Honestly, there are too many writers out there and too many books (seriously, if you have a critical synapse in your brain and search Amazon or Twitter for books indie or mainstream, you will cry over the quality and quantity of books).

I’m not saying that fewer people should write. Writing is a great hobby. Even this post is an exercise in that. I’ll write it tonight, throw it on my blog, and someone will read it. That’s great.

But writing a novel—dedicating hundreds of hours to one project with the risk that no one will read it or it will be the same as everything else—is a terrifying concept. I did it, and I’m terrified. What percent of novels are great, truly worth your time when there are so many good shows on Netflix (have you seen The Wire? I haven’t and I might be missing out big time if I read/write a novel instead)?

Don’t write. I’ll say it again: Don’t WRITE! Try to find something worth writing instead. Try to find meaning in life. Try to hear the voice of God. Then if you’ve heard it; if you truly believe you have some truth to share in the midst of this metal world (to borrow an idea from David Rosario the narrator in my upcoming novel), then write. That’s when you skip to rule five.

If you are obsessed with a character and his/her life for years, write it. If you carry around a notebook and laugh out loud in the supermarket line because you think of a joke your character says, then write it. Write it again. Write it a third time. Have someone smart edit it (for me it’s my brilliant wife).

Then get it published. If no one wants to read it, well you got to hear the voice of God. Not a bad way to spend a decade.

Rule 2-Notice everything.

If you’re coworkers say something interesting, write it down. If you can’t write it down, or are busy eating cake from the treat table, remember it, at least. Remember the cadence and the syntax. Remember the emotion. Remember the glow of synthetic light. Remember everything.

Write everything down.

Borrow your wife’s iPhone, because yours is not smart; then jot down how the character felt at some dance in high school. Then go home and realize it is horrible, delete it. Feel the same emotion later, notice where and chronicle how the molding around the stage in this old theater looks like ivory soap, then realize that simile sucks and move on.

Rule 3-Listen to your favorite album, something with complexity, something that doesn’t gloss over the reality of life.

Listen to that same album over and over for a long time. Write about a man killing a dragon. Only it isn’t a dragon, but really, it is. Have that be the climax of the novel.

Then eat a scone. You’ve done well today.

Rule 4-Go to Church

While I don’t write “religious fiction,” my fiction is inspired by my faith more than any other area of my life. Actually, I don’t really see any area of my life being separate from faith, which is important for the reasons below.

Believe the world is sacred. Believe people can be made holy. Then fall in love with the richness of an ancient faith. Spend time weekly with people saying words that are ancient and beautiful and true. Find beauty in routine.

There are novels that have inspired me, that have made me need to write, but more often than not it’s a sunset or a sacrament that gets me to steal my daughter’s marker and write on the back of a bulletin. It doesn’t mean that I’m writing sermons or theology. The robot fights in my book came to me during a 9-hour summer grad class about theology. Never be preachy or didactic in your fiction (unless a character is), but do write after hearing a sermon or lesson.

Rule 5: Location, Location, (I hate myself for writing this cliché, but it’s a blog, right?), Location.

If your kids are awake, you need to leave the house and go to Starbucks or Caribou or that awesome hipster coffee shop two towns over (the problem is that their tables are sticky if it’s humid out, and it’s humid right now).

If your kids are asleep, sit in your blue Lazy Boy (that isn’t actually a Lazy Boy and isn’t blue because it has a chair cover to match the earth tones in the basement). Put on a record; obtain the following supplies:

  • Sunflower seeds
  • Seltzer water
  • A bandana (shout out to my boy DFW)
  • A computer (or notebook or typewriter or alphasmart [seriously, not a bad option]).

Place those items next to the chair. Realize that you need to shave. Shower and shave (preferably with a safety razor or something retro). Then turn on some music and write.

Rule 6: Win the Pulitzer or Something

We began with an aphorism from one of my students, let’s end with one: “Let Your Haters Be Your Motivators.” Actually, this smacks of rap tropes, and it may be from a song, but I learned it from one of my student’s essays.

My point is this. MFA programs and undergraduate creative writing classes have taught us to be good at receiving criticism. They have taught us to write clean prose that says something beautiful about monotony. That is noble. But that isn’t what gets you excited about writing. You get excited about Jay Gatsby, about Fitzgerald’s obsession with Zelda and perfect prose. You get excited about Shelley saying ironically, “Look on my works ye mighty and despair.” You get excited to see that Hemingway told Fitzgerald to “Kiss my ass,” after receiving criticism on A Farewell to Arms. So write something bigger and better than everyone else. That should be your tertiary goal (behind hearing the voice of God and writing something beautiful and true).

Listen to other’s critiques, but don’t write for other people’s approval. Write to say something beautiful, true, and unique. Otherwise, you might as well catch up on The Wire.
I’m not saying I’ve done this. But I believe in that lucid prose that draft after draft recedes before me. It has eluded me before, but that’s no matter—tomorrow, I’ll sit in my blue chair, pound on my keys, and watch letters create words that create something eternal. And one fine morning…

So I beat on, against the current of contemporary fiction, borne back ceaselessly into…another dimension where my MC Rey Pescador lives…it’s kind of a long story.

But don’t worry you can buy it soon. Follow me on twitter, or follow this site for news on pre-ordering my novel soon.

It was all true,

Alfred Cedeno

The Revelation to Al Cedeno: Starbucks Edition

I have lived in Wheaton, Illinois for almost ten years now. My home town (which is almost double the size of Wheaton) has no Starbucks. Wheaton has like fifty, or something. That is to say that I am a stranger here.

I ordered a grande dark roast and sat in the corner and bemoaned the energetic Monday morning conversations. I became the critical punk kid that I try so hard not to be.

Then behold the Lord spoke to me and showed me a vision of a strip mall so holy that everyone who walked in would be transported to the roasting house of the Lord. And immediately around me were seven tables representing the seven pillars of evangelicalism. At each table sat evangelicals serving “the work of the Lord.” The Lord said I shouldn’t judge them, but rather I should love them. I should speak to them.


To the seven tables at the Wheaton Starbucks on this morning, I say:

Table 1

To the three College Church people discussing:

1-How the large, talented church in the Christian guitar playing, Ultimate-Frisbee-playing capital of Protestantism can’t find any Guitar players to help lead worship.

2-Flannery O’Connor being the ideal Christian author. She gets it.

By the authority of someone who has overheard three minutes of a private conversation and therefore can judge, I urge you to strum proudly. You have so many amazing ministries, especially to those struggling with disabilities. Keep fighting the good fight; untuck your shirts and welcome the wounded and God will provide one whose fingers press the fret board with skill and strength. I say O’Connor may get it, but there are others who get something else. So read some David Foster Wallace or Cormac McCarthy.

Table 2

To the table where a Taylor University admissions advisor in full Taylor garb and a NAME TAG works and presumably waits for a recruit:

I say remember the English word for pagan comes from the word for country folk #uplandisboring. I mostly jest. Christians have long learned from those who isolate themselves in the desert in community seeking vision from God. Let us know if you get any because that would be pretty sweet.

Table 3

To the fifty-year-old woman who drinks an ice coffee and reads a commentary on Exodus with a yellow highlighter:

I’m liking the Macbook and highlighter. Keep reading about Exodus, but don’t forget to check out the church fathers. Those guys were legit. Don’t fall into the enlightenment idea that you with your highlighter and concordance will have a better understanding of the Bible than those who studied under the apostles or that you can ignore the entire history of the Church and understand the Bible with fresh eyes. Dive into the ancient and ongoing conversation of the Church of Jesus Christ, who with the illumination of the Holy Spirit, see the Father through the Son.

Table 4

To the very organized man with a military demeanor who drafts the second thorough outline for “Worship in the Park 2013:

Everything we do in the park should be worship. I love the outline (so does God), but make sure that you are willing to rip it up if the Spirit so leads. And if you ever feel like comparing yourself to a “liturgical church” by saying, “We don’t have a liturgy at our church,” remember that outline. Remember that outline, brother.

Table 5

To the fifty-something-year-old woman (who from a distance looks 32) with platinum blonde hair and a CAMP HARVEST shirt:

You may have felt that you strayed too far south from the mothership, but we love you. We love Pastor James! Even though he said that congregationalism and infant baptism are from Satan. I think he was using hyperbole, so don’t let that keep you from dialoguing with faithful Christians who have democratic ecclesiastical structures or who think children can be in the family of God. Dialogue is important and Christians have been doing it for millennia. Check out and join the conversation. Most importantly, I can see the love of Christ in your face, which is pretty awesome. Keep that going.

Table 6

To the large man (not as large as me) in a Wheaton Christian Grammar School (a.k.a. WCGS by those who are in the know) who greets a mom and her daughter (who is also wearing WCGS garb) warmly:

Keep educating, brother, and don’t tell your students that gym class is the most important class. It really isn’t. English literature is.

Table 7

To the late 20s man, browner than the rest, with taped-together hipster glasses and hair extending six inches in every direction of his massive head, who writes a novel about a man trying to get to heaven and curiously thinks he is different than these people:

You are different. They are different parts, but one body. You are best when you use your voice. So use it and remember the reading from St. Augustine on this the Feast Day of the Nativity of St. John the Baptist: John is the voice, but the Lord, “in the beginning was the Word.” John is a voice for a time, but Christ is the eternal Word from the beginning.”

It was all true,
Alfred L. Cedeno