Sunday was a very nice day among friends and partners of our neighborhood.
Instead of finishing a draft post about that I’m sad. I spent most of this Monday listening to our representatives going around circles instead of voting, while some of my friends were treated like terrorists, being searched by masked officers at gun point, others punched and kicked.
I listened to the live stream for about ten hours before the sleep took over. Most of the ‘normal’ people I met yesterday chose to ignore this and watch crap tv. Meanwhile in Japan they have entertainment shows like Supreme Skills where they pit engineers and craftsmen to see which one is able to complete very demanding projects. Some of them are very light on the details but nonetheless the content is still better than other productions and showcases a complete different scale of values.
On weekends most of us choose to numb our minds with meaningless stuff. Others enlighten themselves.
Near the end, when we were almost finishing packing up a police car appeared. They said someone made a complaint about noises and that we should turn it down.
By then, after a very loud party on the street, there was just a small powered speaker, so we just unplugged it. They walked away, tail between their legs, but before that took all my personal data just in case.
30 Años de FM Futura. La Plata, Buenos Aires, Argentina
Las night I had the privilege of meeting Kubero Díaz, a legend of argentinian music.
It’s refreshing seeing someone so great being so natural and friendly, without airs of big star. He talked a lot about his adventures with Jorge Pinchevsky in Europe and played many songs for us with the same energy he had on his youth.
I bought his last work, a magnificent cd with a beautiful crafted artwork, and he had the generosity of signing it.
We were wanting to do this for quite a while. After installing led flood lamps over the transoms the whole corner transformed. I really like how the mixture of cold and warm lights inside portrait a scene through the frosted glass.
It’s been about a month since I left Berisso and moved into La Plata.
I miss a lot that air of simple town, the walks in the forest and the docks. I also miss that sense of security, here I need to lock my bike almost everywhere I go.
The (monetary) cost of living here is way higher but on the other hand I spend about a third of the time traveling to the uni (mostly by bike, even if it’s raining it’s still faster than the bus) and the bus to work and I am closer to my support net and the friends of Futura. I’m a strong believer that the amount time lost commuting is one of our biggest illness as society. For many lines of work it can not (yet?) be avoided. So it seems like a net win to me.
But, in spite of this I’m feeling quite down. Today I went to run a little and stopped at Parque Saavedra to rest before returning.
It’s a nice view nonetheless but not even close to the nights in Los Talas and Isla Paulino.
Night at Parque Saavedra. La Plata, Buenos Aires, Argentina
For too many years our audio processors and studio link hanged on a wooden shelve that was at the brink of falling. It also had some wires screwed into the roof to stiffen it up a bit.
We managed to get a very good deal on a new rack and took that opportunity. I drove to Buenos Aires as the seller didn’t offer delivery, it barely fit on my car and I had both the rear hatch and a door held closed with rope.
The construction was mostly straightforward and it gave us a very professional look besides making our cable management a lot easier.
There’s something that always mystifies me when I’m here at night and everybody’s gone.
All the movement of people gives turn to a very deep quietness and sounds otherwise ignored come to the foreground. I can focus on small details, how the light and shadows paint a different view of everyday places.
This is by far one of the most productive things I did this week outside of work (at least the one I can write about here).
A couple of months ago my ex gave it to me, it started with intermittent display issues and one day it stopped completely. I picked it up and stored it.
The other weekend I was in a bit of cleaning frenzy and I remembered that it was using valuable space on the shack doing nothing so I set to see if it had any hope of working again. Otherwise I’d take the transformer and dish motor, the magnetron would go to a friend and the rest sold as scrap.
This is the second time I fix a microwave oven and I’m amazed at the amount of grease and acid stench that accumulates inside them.
I bridged the safety interlock pads on the control board and powered it with an isolation transformer. It kinda turned on but was not responsive and only some digits were dimly lit. It was also very sticky.
After that I cleaned it using lukewarm water, detergent and a toothbrush, a scoop with a hair drier and then another bath with alcohol.
Now it works!
The keypad is a mess, besides being sticky and stenchy too the conductive traces were broken, like dissolved, on the connector side. For some models there are still replacements on the market but they aren’t cheap and also what’s the fun on that?
I peeled away the layers, traced it and make a replacement using tact switches. The decal will be glued on top of that. It works fine, there’s less waste (but I’m short of a spot welder) and off it goes to Radio Futura.
There was this old lady at our club that used to calm discussions with this adage:
If you don’t have anything nice to say, just don’t. Unless it’s important.
She was very very quiet.
I have more than enough ranting material but, on the other arm of the scale I have this that makes me feel warm inside and takes away all the pain.
A while ago one of my Best Friends published his first album, Clusterobvia.
We were long out of touch despite living near and one Thursday tagged along for tea and snacks with a mutual Best Friend to catch up (quite a bizarre triangle).
He brought two copies and we discovered that our names appear on the credits with words so nice and heartwarming beyond description.
It’s so wonderful seeing the dreams of a close friend come true. I’m very guilty of keeping feelings to myself and so when reading the booklet there was such a revelation of how much we value each other.