The AI created the following image as a teaser for my show tomorrow:

Am I good at building suspense, or what?

People asked what I eat now that I’m a diabetic. Here’s breakfast:

This is tvorog (no-salt farmer’s cheese), ryazhenka (baked kefir), and cinnamon.

I was thrown off-kilter by this layoff thing for three whole weeks. It’s so good to be out of the dumps and feel like me again. An extraordinary relief.

I really really hate being depressed and I’m glad I no longer am. And it’s funny that just before this burden fell off my shoulders I was doing the daily readings where it said,

“Father, if it is Your will, take this cup away from Me; nevertheless not My will, but Yours, be done.”

And I thought, will I have to feel like this for a whole year because I really don’t want to but nevertheless not my will, etc. And then just a few hours later the cup was taken away.

There was this hoax that Afghanistan had rare minerals to the tune of 1 trillion dollars. And I mean, it actually has but they are too expensive to extract, so they are there but not in any useful sort of way. The reason why the hoax was created was to explain why the US needed to go and spend 20 years in Afghanistan. The plebs was deemed unable to understand anything beyond this narrative, which is why it was concocted.

Since that same plebs has the memory span of a guppy fish, there is a distant possibility that the same hoax can be created around the equally mythical rare-earth minerals in some other geographic area. Not that I would know where it might be located or anything.

Amidst the big hullabaloo over Trump’s proposal for $5-million “gold cards”, I want to remind everybody that this already exists. I wrote about it on this blog over a decade ago. These are called “investor visas” and, if I’m not mistaken, the current price tag is around a million bucks. And I vaguely remember that it can be lower depending on the type of investment.

Trump is simply raising the price on something that has existed for decades. If people have a problem with this (and I’m not saying they shouldn’t), it’s hard for me to understand why the problem appeared today and not when EB-5 was first created back when, I think, the USSR was still in existence?

There’s been inflation, so understandably the price should go up.

Was I right or was I completely right when I said yesterday that the utterly politically and ideologically bankrupt Liberals in Canada are bamboozling the gullible population with invented stories about “Trump invasion”? I posted my observations before this tweet appeared.

The only way Freeland could disrespect voters more is if she made this fictional girl 4 months instead of four years old. And yet there are people who read this tweet and didn’t barf. There might actually be more than five of them, which is very sad.

Yes, totally, everywhere else jobs, houses and wives are assigned for life by a central planning agency. In America, in the meantime, only the Ubermenschen get them.

America is such a hopeless place. The only mystery that remains is why people from “everywhere else” are so desperate to move to this horrible, brutal America by the million while the movement from America to everywhere else is really minimal.

What I keep saying about the eternal adolescence being the most coveted persona is confirmed every day.

I’m now kind of really happy I’m getting fired. Because get this. Like you probably know, I don’t get to teach literature. It’s a very bizarre situation where everything I research and publish is aggressively not in demand where I work. My teaching is completely divorced from my research. This means that I never, not for one day, was what I went into this profession to be. I wanted to be that person who goes into class to talk about books, and we analyze them together, and I go “so on page 126 when she says XYZ, what does it mean?” And I had to accept that I’ll never be that.

I made my peace with this and it’s fine. I thought, hey, maybe I wouldn’t even be good at it. I never tried, so I might just as well turn out to be a total fail as a literature professor.

Today, however, I was invited to give a guest lecture about my new book at a university that has a graduate program and that does teach literature. I decided to talk about the novel that’s currently my weakest. Where’s the fun in going in with something where you know you’ll shine? No, I chose the book for which I don’t have that much enthusiasm or much to say.

And I absolutely slayed. I finally got to do the “let’s go to page 93” and it was glorious. And guess what? I now know what I want to say about this novel in my book. Talking about it with students, listening to their comments and answering questions really helped. Only to think how much I would have published if I could do this regularly.

So now I’m thinking, fuck this job, you know? It’s not even that good. I finally get forced to look for something better, something where I can finally do what I always wanted to. Sixteen years of telling myself that it’s fine that I don’t get to teach literature, that I don’t have a community, and for what? I get pathetically, slavishly attached to the communities of scholars I sometimes meet at conferences. It’s embarrassing but I sit there looking at photos from back in 2018 when I was part of such a group in Germany for a week. It happened twice in my whole life, in October of 2018 and January of 2023. And then today. Without you, wonderful people on this blog, I would be completely alone in my intellectual process.

So yeah, I have just experienced a big, unexpected awakening, and I’m feeling great relief. Now I need to go and rewrite the chapter on that book based on my new insights.

Is there anything that says “I’m a fussy, clueless twat” more clearly than declaring oneself a global citizen?

The unironic use of this expression immediately marks one as the gold winner in the Dumb and Dumber Olympics.

I’m having a day that just won’t quit. It started with me setting a date to get surgery and continued with one form of unpleasantness after another. I won’t list them all here but the point is that finally at 9 pm I decide to spend a few minutes aimlessly scrolling through my feed and immediately come across the following indignity:

This fat piece of absolute ridiculousness has already literally eaten me out of a job and now he spits at us in this inventive way.

Resistance to tyranny, eh, you stupid bastard. I can’t even.