Aya the Existentially Panhandling Ayatoll

Today I watched an Iranian movie that highlighted the importance of hospitality, cohesion, compromise, and risk in intra- and extra-familial affairs. A woman, Sepideh, introduces her friend (and teacher of her daughter), Elly, to a repatriate to Iran who is in search of someone to wife. The situation goes from awkward to even more awkward throughout the movie.











This post is coming nearly 24 hours late, but at least I started it yesterday.

This Friday was abundantly pressuresome. Having researched the company to which I had hastily applied, I found that much involving the general prerequisites and the extent of what my responsibilities would have been had been withheld. Furthermore, despite how ideal I imagine the schedule would have been (e.g. an guaranteed afternoon starting time), the location--also not further specified than being in this vast city area--is about two hours away (one-way), excluding a train transfer that would possibly have required another hour's wait.

I at least returned their phone call, for not to have done so would have been rather rude. I know not why my stomach was in 22372342 knots in anticipation of the phone call or what I had been imagining would be a telephone screening (They are apparently very selective.) The distance and the cost to my already vacuous wallet had already left me uninterested and back at Square One, which alone is an added pressure because of my determination to be rather participatory in this year's upcoming holiday season.

Another source of pressure was, actually, also auto-induced. This one was more intense, because I thought that my overanalysis and what I had thought was my inadequacy had cost a very appreciated bond. I am rather relieved that something that I very much cherish has been preserved. Thanks be to God; الحمد لله.


Now for today's little character tables:

That pronoun in the title is not referent to me, by the way.

The temperatures have chilled a little, but they have not delved into the Obnoxious Zone (yet?).

I've officially acted on that rumble I perceived in my court. Hopefully rockage of my world will result from it.

There are many new characters that have somewhat sidelined the old floorholders of So You Hanzi Think You Can Dance:

夙 (sù - 'early morning'--or 'inborn', 'inherent')

• 夙慧 (sùhuì: inherent/inborn intelligence)


• 夙願 (sùyuàn: long-time desire/wish)

丰 (fēng - 'good-looking', 'buxom'--or 'appearance/character of a person')

• 丰標 (fēngbiāo: good looks, appearances)


• 丰采 (fēngcăi: good-looking, dashing)

搋 (chuāi - 'to hide in the bosom', or 'to knead', 'to rub')

• 搋麵 (chuāimiàn: to knead dough)


• 搋在懷裏 (chuāizàihuáili: to conceal in one's bosom; literally: hide on/in bosom in)

孕 (yùn - 'to conceive', 'to become pregnant')

• 因孕而婚 (yīnyùnérhūn: shotgun wedding; literally: because pregnant accordingly marry)


• 避孕套 ／ 避孕藥 (bìyùntào / bìyùnyào: condom / contraceptive; literally: prevent pregnancy covering / prevent pregnancy medicine)

亙 (gèn - 'to expand across space and time')

• 亙古未有 (gèngŭwèiyŏu: unprecedented)
  
  
  
  
  
  On a completely random note, who remembers this store?