At the moment of the transition from one year into the next one, I am always confronted by a Troubling Paradox. The Christmas and New Year's (or New Year's and Christmas in orthodox juxtaposition) holidays always urge me to Observe Tradition and Incite Revolution.

I feel the need, the urge, to say something, but I know full well that my words will drift in the breeze like so much background noise - not even remotely disturbing to the people who should hear them, people who should be deeply disturbed by them.

The saddest part about trying to explain the deplorable, stressful, and completely unacceptable experience

The hipster has become ubiquitous. They sport my old clothes. They wear my old glasses. They listen to music which either predates me or hasn't yet been invented. In fact, every time that I sorted through my old things and gave them away, I was helping to forge the Hipster.

Nearly exactly a year ago, at the tipping point between early- and mid-December, I forgot to go Christmas shopping. There must have been something good on TV.

Every year, faced with the prospect of engaging in pitched battle with my fellow shoppers throughout the month of December, I seem to make the resolution to do all the shopping in July, thus freeing myself from active duty and sparing myself more bloodshed.

I got a message on Viber 27 seconds ago. When do I respond? Immediately? What is the etiquette? Is there any etiquette?

People who have an active and useful memory of the 20th Century (like me for example) used to send letters to each other, a process by which weeks and months could pass in between missives. When we got email and could send a letter instantly without relying on the post office, we started to think about "response times". One company I worked for mandated a maximum 48-hour response time for emails. This was soon sliced in two and 24 hours became the etiquette. After that, you were being lazy. Or rude. Or both.

We needed movers. We called a few. We agreed a deal with one. He came, he forgot the deal, and he began threatening to "beat" us when we insisted. He said that he had beaten his mother that very morning. He held the thing we had to move hostage. He added, just for information, that he was a "woman-hater."

ne trudim se nesto previse da pronadjem logiku u onome sto prica mladjan dinkic.

to je uzaludan posao (traziti logiku gde je nema).

ne trudim se previse ni da zapamtim sta prica, najavljuje i obecava.

to je uzaludan posao (pamtiti reci koje se izgovaraju za danas uz pretpostavku da ih se niko nece secati kada se ne ostvare).

trudim se da me ne nervira samohvalisanje.

to je vec skoro nemoguce.

 Uvod: Kratak.

"Свако има право захтевати од суда или другог надлежног органа да нареди престанак радње којом се повређује интегритет људске личности, личног и породичног живота и других права његове личности."

Тужба за престанак обављања делатности политике на овакав начин, са оваквим последицама, имала би доста шанси за успех. 

Нарочито

Parkovi su puni migranata.

I migrantkinja.

Neke od njih imaju bebe.

Kad sam konačno sela (u stvari legla) za tastaturu shvatila sam da ne znam ni odakle da počnem, ni čime da završim, da nemam nikakav koncept i da ću vrlo verovatno skliznuti u nekakvu patetiku i žal za mlados` a da neću uspeti da zaista prenesem nekakvu emociju, a nekmoli korisnu informaciju.

I'd like to buy a good
Used paperbacked living bible
And I've got some things
That I'd like to put on out there
Like a pony cart and an old bird bath
A kitchen sink and a rocking chair
You can turn me on
Almost any day at noon

Hey I'd like to put on
A four month old rat terrier pup
I think he's a male
And he's marked up pretty and
everything
This woman's got some goats
But his feets never been on the ground
You can just buy one
Or you can have the whole heard

Yeah I'd like to find
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