31 August 2015

Bizarre Pansy Creature


⚘ The bizarre pansy creature wishes you a happy new year (לשנה טובה). 📅

Nineteenth or Twentieth Century Roʼsh hash‐Shana greeting card in the collection of the Yeshiva University Museum. (Photograph apparently by the Center for Jewish History. Per their Web site: “This material may be used for personal, research and educational purposes only.” Per the corresponding page on Flickr: “No known copyright restrictions.”)

25 August 2015

Sciatica ideographs


These are the ideographs (three emoji characters and an Egyptian hieroglyph) that I used in my sciatica post, arranged like a comic strip to be read from left to right and lightheartedly portraying how my walking was affected by sciatic pain.

🚶 PEDESTRIAN
💥 COLLISION SYMBOL (here representing the sudden onset of pain)
😧 ANGUISHED FACE
𓀗 EGYPTIAN HIEROGLYPH A019 (“bent man with cane,” “be infirm; old …”)

Graphic by Elyaqim Mosheh Adam.
• The glyphs for the first three characters (🚶, 💥, 😧) are from the Twitter Emoji set, developed by Twitter with the Iconfactory, under a Creative Commons license.
• The glyph for the final character (𓀗) is from the open‐source Noto Sans Egyptian Hieroglyphs font, commissioned by Google, under the Apache License.

21 August 2015

Sciatica I have.

I regret to say that I’ve been diagnosed with another ailment. For the past two weeks, I have had pains in my hip and thigh that led to occasional difficulty walking. I also have some numbness and weakness of the muscles in that leg that led to my knee giving out and my falling into a sitting position on two occasions (on the 13th and 15th, both times while socializing in community organizations).

Sunday night and Monday morning, the pain was at its worst, almost unbearable. It had largely subsided by ten o’clock so I walked to the doctor’s office and was diagnosed with sciatica. My primary care physician’s associate told me how nerve pain is very persistent and how physical therapy doesn’t work for everyone and how they would talk to me about pain management if physical therapy didn’t work for me. Then I went home and looked at Wikipedia—not the most reliable source, I acknowledge—which gave a very different story: “Often all that is required is time and in about 90% of people the problem goes away in less than six weeks.”

Wednesday morning, I limped to the nearby radiology building for a spinal x‐ray, but that night and Thursday morning, I was nearly pain‐free and was able to socialize. I’ll be starting physical therapy next week, but I’m feeling pretty well as I write this; today, only a little pain has returned and it’s intermittent. I’ll keep folks informed should they be interested.

🚶 💥 😧 𓀗

03 August 2015

August


🖻 “A Heading for August,” headpiece by Wesley R. de Lappe in “St. Nicholas League,” St. Nicholas, Aug. 1904, 944. (In the public domain.) Internet Archive, Flickr.

22 July 2015


🎗 Faigy Mayer committed suicide Monday by falling twenty stories to her death from a Fifth Avenue rooftop in NoMad. I had met her a handful of times at social events in the “Off the Derech” community and the “reason‐based community” over the past three years. In this photo, she was taking a selfie at a social gathering organized by a mutual friend visiting from Israel.

📷 Ami’s return to America, Oliver’s City Tavern, 190 West 4 Street, Greenwich Village, 13 September 2012. (Photograph by Elyaqim Mosheh Adam.)

24 June 2015


📷 My marching with the LGBT cluster in the Celebrate Israel parade, Fifth Avenue and 59th Street, Midtown Manhattan/Upper East Side, 31 May 2015. (Photograph by Harold Levine.) 🇮🇱

21 April 2015

23 March–19 April 2015 microblogging

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

Just another visit with my oral surgeon. —23 Mar.

A consultation with the surgeons. —25 Mar.

I’m still getting over a gastrointestinal bug I first noticed Wednesday when I preferred to stand in the hospital waiting room than sit. 🏥😷 —27 Mar.

Ensalada con pollo. —27 Mar.

House of Cards ≠ “Oscar’s Farts,” a rarely seen episode of The Odd Couple. 📺 —1 Apr.

Chef salad. —2 Apr.

With participants from the gay men’s discussion group. —3 Apr.

Una otra ensalada con pollo. —9 Apr.

At the Persian Parade. —19 Apr.

At the festival after the Persian Parade. —19 Apr.

08 April 2015

Yesterday, I did jury service and wasn’t even picked for a voir dire panel, let alone a jury. All I did for about five and a half hours was write in my diary, check online social networks with their free Wi‐Fi, talk on the telephone with my mother, watch movies and flirt with a few attractive men. Then for my trouble, they gave me a certificate good for four years that thanks me for my “participation and contribution to the delivery of justice.” 😌

05 April 2015

With five participants (plus the facilitator), the gay men’s discussion group Friday was quite well attended compared to how it’s been recently. The introductions and preliminary talk about ourselves led into an organic discussion about addiction. As it turns out, I was the only one without an addictive personality; everyone else present has had true addictions to alcohol or to recreational drugs or to sex or to overeating. Gripping a discussion as it was, I had difficulty relating to it for that reason, but also for one other: Multiple participants were happy to attribute their strengths to God and take credit for their accomplishments away from themselves in order to hand it over to a Deity. Even those who saw the benefit of praising and recognizing merit in human accomplishment still tempered it with God talk. (God gave me the tools the overcome my addiction but I had to use them.) The facilitator even attributed human ethics to God, saying that he truly believed that our internal voice that knows right from wrong (to which we do not always listen) is God. Another participant compared God to the sun and humans to the planets which revolve around it. Nevertheless, this was an exceptional discussion in which I learned about their strategies for overcoming their issues and I got to briefly discuss the adjustment disorder I feel I had in the early Aughts.

It was the first night of Passover and I had no seder to attend, but I went out to eat with the men’s group participants to a local diner and had a Passover meal of chicken cordon bleu, a garden salad and side vegetables (no bread).

27 March 2015

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.

21 March 2015

📽 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 . ✂💇

16 March 2015

💤 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). 😞

11 March 2015

☔ 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

25 January 2015

💭 🐠🐟 It can be relaxing and peaceful to watch fish in an aquarium and tell them your secrets. Don’t worry: Fish won’t give away any of your secrets. Well, except for the sole. I suspect it may be a gossip or blabbermouth. You know the old expression: “Don’t tell a sole.”

09 January 2015

🍴🐟 At the restaurant, I ordered a spicy rohu dish and the server called the fish by its Bengali name, rui (রুই). Then I encountered a neighbor in the market who described my faux fur hat as “Muscovite.”

Tree over the ḥalal cart


My current cover photo/header photo on the social networking sites.

Tree over the ḥalal cart, 37th Avenue and 74th Street, Jackson Heights, 27 January 2013. (Photograph by Elyaqim Mosheh Adam.)

IMG_1675.jpg, taken with iPhone 4. See the rest of my photos in the album January 2013.
🌡✉🍴 I have convinced myself I have the mettle and personal responsibility to go out now in the middle of the night (01:15) in the extreme coldness (18°F) to do an important task (mailing my maintenance payment) but I acknowledge that’s only if I get some food in the process. Let’s see if I can get some real food at a nearby 24‐hour restaurant rather than indulge in discount leftover Christmas sweets at the drug store (if they’re even still available).

30 December 2014

⚕ Regarding my health: I got some good news from my oral surgeon yesterday. Although I have tremendous bone loss in my mandible from the keratocystic odontogenic tumor, the panoramic x‐ray taken yesterday showed the first signs of slow but significant bone tissue regrowth compared to the image from three months ago. At that rate, he estimated another six months to a year before the final surgery to cut out the tumor. (The bad news is that he’s moving on to another institution and I’ll be assigned another surgeon in the new year.)

👅 Regarding language: Two other surgeons, both Jewish, were also looking at the radiographs, and the older one used a Yiddish expression that the handsome younger one, bedecked in a kippa, did not understand. (Unfortunately, I missed the expression itself, only paying attention once I heard them discussing the Yiddish language.)

Also, I don’t associate the neighborhood with Semitic languages but rather with Indo‐European and Sino‐Tibetan ones; however, another attractive Semitic man was talking emphatically in Arabic into his mobile telephone on 82nd Street and then a couple sitting next to me in the hospital waiting room were talking in Arabic as well.

12 December 2014

My Sleep Study


➡ I had a sleep study 6–7 October but am only now telling the story.

◦ Although I had been told that if I didn’t show up for the test or if I canceled it too late I’d be charged two hundred dollars, I had been told little else about the sleep study in advance. For example, I had not been informed ahead of time that I’d have a private room in which I’d be able to change clothing, so I wore loose clothing in which I intended to sleep.

◦ The technician attached a tremendous number of polysomnography wires to me, mostly to my head, some of which were fed down my shirt or my trousers leading into a box that looked like a telephone switchboard.

◦ I had been assigned a room soon after I’d arrived, but after all the wires were attached, I was instructed to sit and watch television for a number of hours before the test would begin. (I watched Antiques Roadshow.) Although I had access to a toilet and to drinking water, I was expected to be at the clinic many hours without having access to any food.

◦ When the time for the test finally came, I got in bed and the technician spoke to me from another room, apparently testing the connections: “Look to the left. Now look to the right. Now move your left leg. Now grind your teeth. Now slower.” We went through the same routine in the second part of the test and I didn’t understand why grinding my teeth was the only thing I needed to do at two different speeds until I realized she had not said “Now slower” but had instead said with an accent “Now snore.”

◦ I wasn’t allowed to sleep on my belly, the position that allows me to breathe most easily when horizontal, but only on my side or back, so I had some difficulty falling asleep. Eventually, I got into some pretty good dreaming but the technician abruptly walked in to begin part two of the test.

◦ She fitted me with a CPAP mask and left the room again. I was on my back the rest of the time, so I had to strive to keep my mandible forward in order to breathe properly, and I actually felt myself stop breathing a few times before finally falling asleep. Needless to say, because I was in a position in which I have some difficulty breathing even when awake, and because I only had about half the night remaining, I didn’t sleep very much. At the setting used, the CPAP machine seemed to have at most a negligible positive effect. I thought the technician might occasionally enter the room and alter the CPAP pressure but she did not.

◦ After barely sleeping the entire night, I was awakened in the morning, given a survey form to fill out and then discharged. Despite the conductive gel still in my hair, one of my first priorities when back in my home neighborhood (after running into a number of friends) was to eat.

19 November 2014


📷 Celebration of Sigd in Jerusalem.

📆 PikiWiki Israel 15508 Sigd Jerusalem, photograph by Yehudit Garinkol, 24 Nov. 2011, under a Creative Commons license.