I am back from Buenos Aires and have reached a looking forward point, finally.
Editing has been held up by a fried Mac. Not to be discouraged at this point, I am focusing on the writing, using a horrid little PC tablet with sticky keys for the purpose. I wish I could at least look at my footage, but suspect this is to turn my focus toward the narrative I must write.
Tragar, Llorar, Coger" is my sole occupation now. No more theater productions to break my computer this year.
Below is a blues band I videotaped in Dorrego Plaza.
I also made a unique friend in the bass player, Patricio.
Telmo!
Patricio gave me a crash course in Machista culture, as well as the final key to the story. It was as if all sorts of stray ideas gelled into understanding.
Now I have to pull together 8 years of experience into a coherent narrative. thank god I keep journals, if not much of a blogger jajaja!
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