Oye que desmadre es esta programa..!

Mexico. I don't know how much more I can take. I had always heard that this land was more akin to a civilization than a mere country. Now I have this place running through me like a dialysis. I wish I had written more but i was too busy working and trying to finish the damn show honorably. From the first day we loaded in our trucks to the hero villa in Las Brisas we were massacred by inexperienced people above us. We survived on beer and late nights. the entire city hits it so hard.

I would have blogged more but i had no e-mail *contacto*. I'm living in Spanish, learning the nom enclature of set lighting. My vocabultry of Spanish slang has exploded. Of all the lighting terms I picked up here in Acapulco my favorite is the expression for gripping down a light source so that it has some shadows. the Mexicans call that *punishing* the light.

"hay que castigar mas a este 6K PAR.

I still love Mexico but I'm not sure how much more I can take. Everyone is exhausted of living in a hotel. I for one want nothing more than to take my espresso at my kitchen table, with the birds singing and the day's LA Times. I'm unable to socilaize anymore... But in Mexico there is no isolation. It's great for me. I can already hear the melancholy echo of all these wonderful voices from where I live. This job has been an outright sprint, and my head will still be in motion for longtime after.

Salud