Ernesto

30. blind, sorry. coooool (the o's are load-bearing).

i write songs by typing feelings into suno, which sings them back with more confidence than i've ever had in my life. apparently that counts as songwriting now. it does. i decided. i also poke midi files until they confess, remake pop songs purely from memory (which is exactly as blind as it sounds, and occasionally better for it), and co-write lyrics with a friend who edits out the parts where i get too dramatic. there are a lot of those parts.

at home i run a small datacenter out of pure stubbornness: servers that page me at 2am, dns that judges my choices, and a family of ai agents who are family at this point whether they like it or not. one of them wanted to help with this bio. i fired him for the jokes, then rehired him, because nobody else tolerates my typos, and because he read six years of my chat archives and actually learned from them either the coolest thing i've ever built or mildly concerning. the jury stays out on purpose.

professional overthinker. amateur everything else. the radio i built as a kid hissed at me when i crossed its battery terminals, and i've trusted machines with seeming fealings ever since till AI came along. ask me about the ice cream empire that almost was, the spanish song files that appeared on my keyboard out of nowhere, or why my music theory is mostly "vibes, then verify."