Chapter 250

I dreamt that I was in Sri Lanka, and I took a taxi back to my hotel. The driver tried to rip me off using a rigged meter, and when I started arguing and looked at his plate number to report it, it was made up of only weird characters I could not read and I walked inside to get my phone and take a picture of it, something the scumfuck disapproved of heavily of course. I woke up before I knew the ending.

I took the dog out and did half an hour of yoga. Then I rode to work. I was delighted to see the security guards were dismantling the barrier at the entrance of the apartment complex. There are three gates (north, east and south) and after this little outbreak of covid a month ago, they shut two of them, and to control who goes in and out more efficiently, they blocked one lane at the north gate. The main effect was that there was now two-way traffic funneled through what is meant to be a one-way lane, and now, finally they opened it all up.

I had two classes in the morning, and in between I did a bit of prepping and looked for music to listen to. I blind-clicked on an album by Grave Grinder, a groovy goregrind band from Japan, but only went through one minute of it. I like this kind of music in very small doses, and usually in a live setting. Then I played a new release by German band Eastwood and was blown the motherfuck away! Some magnificient grindcore that I’ll relisten to for sure.

I got home, ate leftover R n’ S and spicy soup with eggplant and meat chunks, and then rode back to school. I barely remember anything about my classes. Maybe I’m becoming senile like Joe Biden. We also had a staff meeting, about upcoming holidays and a few pieces of minutia. The feedback on grade 10 classes is that they’re pretty good, an improvement from last year. Good to know.

During the break, I browsed the interwebs a bit. There are Twitter accounts run by Taliban guys who post pictures and videos of all the money and military equipment left by fleeing Americans, sometimes with a commentary in English. Some also post memes, and they’re shockingly good and poignant, hilarious even. Who would have seen that coming? 2021 truly is a strange year, when I’m old and re-read this diary I’ll scratch my head... or see it as tame compared to the world I’ll be living in at that time. I know the Talibans are backwards murderous religious zealots so I can’t in good conscience applaud them, it ain’t about that, I’m just astonished that they have a knowledge of meme culture and weaponize it to mock their enemies.

I went home and aside from a mild calisthenics workout and a bit of stretching, I had a night off. I had some fiery little peppers in my fridge and some cream cheese that was about to go bad, so I cut the peppers lengthwise, put a gob of cheese in, and put green onions and bread crumbs on top before baking the little poppers for a few minutes. They were brutally spicy, and I ate them on crackers with a bit of raspberry jam. I also ate half a pound of bacon, and some steamed brussel sprouts.

The girlfriend was working late, the dog and I went to meet her. I listened to the self-titled album by Daughters along the way, some eccentric noisy post-grindcore rock that is the perfect longboarding music. She drove us home, and we watched the Rick And Morty finale. Season 5 was a bit hit and miss, but the concluding two episodes were some high level shit. I’m happy the finale was satisfying, but also a bit bummed that we’ll likely have to wait a few more years again for the next installment.