16–22 March 2015 microblogging

Microblog posts of mine that only made it to Twitter and not to Google or Tumblr.

I felt sorry for the ḥalal truck guy because he looked so cold. I wanted to cuddle with him to keep him warm. 🌡 😈 —16 Mar.

The crazy song mash‐up in my head: “Sweet, Fast Hooker Blues,” “Rock This Town” and “Polythene Pam.” 🎵 —16 Mar.

The @KeyFood “Louisiana style” hot sauce I get from Global Supermarket is quite bland; my food sooner tastes too vinegary than pungent. 🌶 —16 Mar.

Each day for breakfast, I have a makeshift nargesi: scrambled egg, spinach, mushroom, garlic powder, black pepper and hot sauce. 🍳 𓆇 🍄 —16 Mar.

No one phoned me all day. Within five minutes of my stepping into the shower, the phone rang. 🚿 ⚞☎ 😣 —16 Mar.

Thinking to mix tuna salad with a garden salad. —16 Mar.

I had to convince and push myself to begin my daily constitutional today but returned with a spring in my step, bounding up the stairs. 🚶→🙋 —16 Mar.

❝ “Building your dream has to start now. / There’s no other road to take.” —⁠John Farrar, “Magic,” 1980. 🖊 —18 Mar.

🌬 34°F, wind 13 m.p.h., feels like 25°. So much for my “daily” constitutional. Novruz and the equinox are on their way. Right? 🚷 —18 Mar.

Rubbing elbows with important persons after the film festival. —19 Mar.

Every discussion group participant (other than the facilitators) is here with me! —20 Mar.

Having keys duplicated. —21 Mar.

📽 Of the shorts I’ve viewed in the Queens World Film Festival this year , a surprisingly common theme is haircutting . Barrio Boy , The Dum Dum Capital of the World and The Way You Love all had extended haircutting scenes during which a character’s thoughts are revealed . ✂💇

💤 I dreamed I was having a big celebratory meal at an Asian restaurant with many friends present and showing off a sexy new boyfriend seated next to me whom I’d invited as my date. Unfortunately, he got up to go to the washroom and never returned. I even checked in the two washrooms and couldn’t find him. I was so embarrassed that I ate alone at a largish table in an entirely different part of the restaurant, although I was later joined by other customers and, eventually, friends of mine from the party. At least the food was good (and it was only a dream). 😞

☔ Rain was pouring last week and the ponding on the sidewalks was so bad that it was sometimes impossible for me to span some of the lakes. A reasonable person might assume it was due to a combination of the rain and of the higher temperatures’ melting the snow and ice already on the ground, but I know it was really due to Israel’s opening up a dam in order to terrorize the people of my neighborhood.

#FloodLibel