This November I will be entering "Movember" where one grows a moustache for charity. I chose this because I can not run marathons or sing or do anything worth sponsoring - but I can get my upper lip area to be very hairy.
If you would like to sponsor my social-suicide please visit my Movember page: http://mobro.co/pedrovelica
More about Movember here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Movember and here: http://uk.movember.com/about/
I sit down with my drawing pad, my pencils, my pens, my stiffened brush. I turn on the lamp and take a glimpse at the porcelain cat I bought as a joke. I put my forearms on top of the clever Ikea table that folds and unfolds according to my modern personal needs. I adjust my bottom on the uncomfortable chair, cross my legs, then put them straight again. I shuffle through my music as if browsing for inspiration but the collection is too diverse.
I'm forcing myself to be creative. To do something clever, something artistic.
But my head is a sprinkler instead of a quiet stream. Thoughts bounce erratically: the new gas and electricity bill, the
Quick question: What do you think about super flu (bird flu + swine flu), where the scientists moved around the genes and made it and found it to be very very deadly (at least to the mice)? Do you keep up with that stuff?