Updates
- I got invited to collaborate on a party update New York and help out making a local radio station for the event which I’m pretty exited considering all my teen years was in argentina making radio shows, coordinating radio stations and even having my own streaming services for stations. Thanks AC for the invite!
- Working on more events for Growl this year. Already confirm and poster out for Growl Arcade on April 3rd! We’re planning on a big one for the summer
- The leather business Tetherbound is taking more shape. We being working in 14 different products this week and they are on the making. The goal? to have one sale by the end of the month. Are we going to get it? We’ll see!
- Queer Latitudes is reaching a point where sitting at editing is not so mind taxing. It has a better structure. We’re in about 2 hours of rough cut, mainly on the interviews side. The idea would be to have by the end of the month a more solid structure in about 1 hour 20 min. After that, it will be a new phrase working on visuals and the more abstract sections (which I’m so exited as well)
- Going to a festival next week, Okeechobee, in Florida, so this week started checking we have the tent and all the camping supply. Yes, festival for 4 days plus camping.
A book
This week I’ve been reading How to Do Nothing - Resisting the Attention Economy by Jenny Odell which I’ll be posting more notes from it soon. I was so obsessed in my 20s with productivity that cough on so many traps, so this book is very pleasant and refresh, coming at the perfect moment for me.
“I hope that the figure of ‘doing nothing’ in opposition to a productivity-obsessed environment can help restore individuals who can then help restore communities, human and beyond.”
A song
AURORA - The Seed
I've been grieving. And it's the kind where nothing dies except a story I was telling about myself. No funeral, no clear before-and-after. Just the slow realization that who I was trying to become was built on something that was never going to hold.The seed image in this song hits differently in that context: it’s not triumphant, the seed doesn’t know it’s growing, it just pushes through dirt and shadow without any guarantee of light. And the “you cannot eat money” line — on the surface it’s about ecological collapse, but underneath it feels like an indictment of every false currency we trade in. Status, approval, the performance of having it together. At some point the last tree falls, the last story you could tell to make the sacrifice feel worth it, and you’re left standing there realizing you can’t eat any of it.
The song doesn’t promise the flowers grow back for you, only that watering the ground is still worth doing. The grief doesn’t resolve. It becomes compost. A new opportunity to a new seed.