Street Censorship

See it happen to something you worked on very hard.

A group of local artist in Oxford, England were invited to paint a series of murals on a wall on Cowley Road that is owned by a local estate agent

They decided to illustrate a poem about third world debt written by a local poet named Nyarai Humba.

To their surprise they discovered that it had been painted out by censors the day after it had been finished.

From The Wooster Collective

See the art here and read the poem under the cut.

( The Myth of Third World Debt )

Mood swings

As a female I not only know the meaning of the phrase "mood swings", I've also mastered the actual practice of them. So today I wandered around the appartment, being my own sullen self, torn by melancholy, until I went downstairs and opened the mailbox on my way to the shops. Oh, how my heart jumped when I found a card of my dear friend J. Nothing is better for my ego than to realise that others think of me, and actually do something with those thoughts and send me a card wishing me a Happy New Year. I feel loved!