Everyday I'm more convinced that today's students belong out of the classroom, specially in a place like México, where there are so many needs. From an x-ray of a patient who can't afford it, to a wayfinding project in a desperate public museum.

Maybe the choosing of the museum was kind of biased, I have to accept the fact though is close to the college I'm teaching, truth is, it was a melancholic whim that in the end closed the deal for me.

Pedro Infante is like a tortilla, like the Guadalupe Virgin, so embedded in my cultural psyche that is hard not to feel nostalgic to what one man represented for all of grandparents, parents and us kids in that golden age: all stereotypes of the honest policemen, the selfless women and the happy endings.