Los Angeles, California
A would be middle-child who ended up first born, L.A. native, and 3rd generation Mexican-American. I somehow arrived in a place I never thought I’d be — happily married, family man, working at a prestigious medical center starting my fourth decade now, and in technology. Just don’t ask me to explain it… I once described myself thusly:
“Born in the 50s, grew up in the 60s, but I survived the 70s.”
Truth be told, what I really get out of doing this blog (hopefully) is a chance to put some of me out there in the ether for the benefit of my children.
My role as father in the family makes it difficult for them to gather much beyond that. Naturally, after they discover that their old man really didn’t have anything deep to say about life and the popular arts, they can move on to puzzle out why mom married this guy. Remember kids: if you’ve grown up, got educated, have a successful enough career to afford the psychoanalysis, you can always blame your craziness on your father… 😉
If you enjoy the logo of this weblog, all credit goes to Ruth of the wonderful blog and community over at Flixchatter who crafted it for moi, for which I am forever grateful.
For those wondering why It Rains… You Get Wet is the title of this blog, I’ll refer to my answer I gave to my colleague Bubbawheat’s question from his Follow Friday article:
“It’s part of a piece of dialogue from one of my favorite films, Michael Mann’s Heat. It could be thought of as a throw away line by one of its main characters, Neil McCauley (portrayed by Robert De Niro), but it’s the capper. And it comes at a critical juncture of the film, after McCauley’s bank heist goes terribly wrong, and all his crew have been killed or wounded. The full quote goes, “He knew the risks, he didn’t have to be there. It rains… you get wet.” I admire it because it’s a small bit of words that speaks volumes. Hopefully, it’s what I strive to do with the blog, but I know I don’t come close.”