Chapter 314

I got up at 6:30, stayed under the warm blanket for a bit with the dog and then we went for a little walk. I started a Hardcore History podcast, about Alexander The Great’s mother Olympias. Those stories from the ancient Greek world are pretty sick, and well documented (albeit likely full of propaganda and exaggerations).

I had a few grade-12 classes in the morning and they went well. One of the classrooms had a defective projector, so I had to adapt and overcome and do an old-school white board only lesson. It was about the polymers nylon and kevlar, so I drew pictures of kevlar helmets and nylon stockings that got the students giggling.

I ate a tomato sandwich and a chicken breast for lunch, then I went outside to sit in the midday sun. I think I’m prone to seasonal depression, so I’ll try to expose myself to sun rays as much as I can during the cold months and the shortened days of winter.

In the afternoon I had Catatonic Class right after the lunchtime nap, but surprisingly they showed signs of life. Then, I had Crazy Class, and they were disruptive and annoying as always. I talked about the distance between atoms in a covalent bond, and when I said what happens if it’s too short, one boy quipped (in English, nonetheless) “Too short! Like his dick!” and got them all to laugh like hyenas, except the one who got targeted by the joke.

Between classes, I graded the mid-term exams. I dislike grading exams, but like German pornogrind godfathers Gut once sang, it’s a dirty job but someone’s gotta do it. I put on music, starting with war metal bands Kerasphorus and Wrathprayer, which were both awesome and chaotic and violent as hell. I really like this sub-subgenre of metal these days, fits my mood perfectly.

I also listened to Clown World news, the Kyle Rittenhouse trial is currently taking place and one of the witnesses, some previously convicted antifa agitator who got shot in the arm by Rittenhouse, admitted he pointed his gun at him. That got the prosecutor to facepalm, realizing the case is all but lost. But who the hell knows what will happen? The jury might get swayed with unfounded shit about Rittenhouse being an evil white supremacist.

I stopped at the corner store to buy stuff to snack on, like raisins, almonds, cashews and dried fruit. It all comes individually wrapped, you’d open the big bag and it’s full of tiny bags. Such a waste of plastic, and a waste of my time too, having to cut them all to pour everything in a big Tupperware I keep by the TV. Then I went home and relaxed for a bit. I put on a live set by Malajube, an indie rock band from Quebec that was quite popular a decade ago. It’s OK, indie rock always feels a bit limp to me but in a live setting it’s fun enough. Then I headed to the gym and trained BJJ. I still get smashed, but now the Italian is increasingly whispering “Nice” when I escape out of submissions or positions I couldn’t escape from before. He seemed particularly impressed today, and added a stripe on my belt. Woohoo. Progress.

I got back home, took a cold shower that felt particularly cold now that it’s about 5 degrees Celsius in my poorly insulated Chinese apartment, then cooked cubes of beef and made tacos with large tortillas, lettuce and homemade salsa. It was delicious. I ate my vittles while watching a documentary about Jon Jones, the supremely talented MMA fighter who keeps shitting layers upon layers of diarrhea on his legacy.

Just before bed, I opened the softwares I use to make music and created a track for my cybergrind/noise project called Empty Calvins. It took me about 20 minutes, and I have to be careful, I can spend hours doing that, with only barely listenable shit to show at the end. I already produced a few tracks, and it’s on YouTube under the name The Galaxy Brain EP. Check it out so you can brag about knowing me before I became famous.