Real socialist art unduly fascinates me. This is an angry young pioneer threatening passers-by with a swinging hammer.
Do you prepare for travelling or do you travel without itineraries? WordPress Daily Prompt: The Happy Wanderer.
My approach to travelling is strenuously planned. Preparing for a trip hence become so time-consuming and stressful that I prefer not to travel at all.
I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me.
This week’s random moment of delight wasn’t random at all. Hubby and me finally made ourselves go out shooting together. Not with shotguns but with cameras. Hubby kept on taking photos of me without me knowing, such as the one above. I love the pictures he took so much that I made one of them my profile photo across the web. See my new Gravatar.
In response to FireBonnet’s Random Moments of Delight challenge #11.
There’s a world in my head
I wish it dead.
As an aspiring academic, I shun social media. I’m sure you are now rolling on the floor laughing (aka ROFL) if you compared this statement against the awe-inspiring amount of social media buttons that link from my blog to my presence elsewhere on the internet. In my defence, this social media outrage has nothing to do with me, the actual me; it’s all the fault of the other me, the online me. Honestly.
The actual me however found herself recently in need to swallow the bitter blue pill (no, I don’t mean Viagra because I happen to be of the wrong sex to consume the blue pill literally) and set up a Facebook account so as to keep in touch with the subversive subterranean actions that my department is taking there. I can’t see why our department can’t just keep us posted via pigeon post. Whatever.
My Master’s degree apparently isn’t a qualification enough to start a Facebook account. The first step was already a problem: Facebook hated my name and insisted that I choose another one. The second step offended me: Facebook inquired my birthdate details to make sure that I’m not a minor. ROFL. Really. Raise your hand if you never lied about your age when you were a kid. No one?
My first day on Facebook I experienced some glitches that proved to be temporary, but not knowing that at the time, I decided to report the issue. I compiled a very detailed report of the malfunction I was experiencing and sent my feedback, expecting someone to get in touch with me. Sadly, Facebook is no WordPress and I was informed that my request was noted and that I’m not getting any answer. WTH?
My second day on Facebook I discovered that writing html is much easier than using Facebook. My third day I opined that it’s not me, it’s Facebook; and since then I’ve been sticking to this opinion. Dear Mark Zuckerberg, I’m sure you meant well, but look what you’ve done! On no other social network did I feel so bullied by the requirements imposed on me and by the lack of individuality allowed.
Did you know that even if you are uncomfortable sharing details of your location, education and other personal information, Facebook will keep on demanding that you fill these in? Did you also know that in all the fields, you can only type predefined specific choices and cannot publish general locations (such as Eastern Europe), general jobs (such as just teacher) and such? Well, dear Mark, you messed up.