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Category Archives: Facebook
The other day, I overheard a conversation at the restaurant: Everyone on my Facebook is having a baby. That doesn’t mean we need to have one too. These baby photos receive a lot of likes, though. How many? 33, 25, … Continue reading
In 2017, I seem to have been a bit lazy. I did not run a single half-marathon. But with the risk of war rising, I want to become fitter again. Last weekend, I began by running a half-marathon near Pilsen … Continue reading
If you care neither about the deficit, nor about providing public services, it’s actually quite easy to cut taxes. When I saw books by Džon Grišam at the bookshop in Montenegro, I was happy that my name wouldn’t have to be … Continue reading
But what will become of James Bond if we don’t tolerate sexual harassment anymore? Trying to cash in on crypto-currencies, I have now invested all my savings in Paypal. I always find it strange when people say “I am writing … Continue reading
How our grandmothers got their cool Facebook profile photos. (Warsaw, Poland in 1946.)
As you know (at least if you read my blog, as you should), I am constantly striving to become more productive and less distracted. In the latest move to improve my life, I have deleted the Facebook Messenger from my … Continue reading
It’s mid-February. If you are like me, most of your new year’s resolutions have already dissipated, been forgotten or pushed to March or April. The smarter ones among you won’t have made any resolutions in the first place. But if … Continue reading
Don’t blame me for looking at your ( . )( . ) when you wear sunglasses and I can’t look at your eyes. In Venezuela, the richest country in South America between the 1950s and the 1980s, and still the … Continue reading