New Blogger, Same Old Story

For my first entry I’d like to do the usual formalities with a little get to know me. First as a disclaimer I don’t expect too make people to be interested in the inter-workings of my simply complicated brain, but seeing as how I want to share my experiences with as many people as possible (my own selfish reasons of course), some background is necessary for any understanding into my philosophical and moral approaches to many of life’s difficult issues.

So first off, I was born into a family of 3 (mother, father, sister) in Mexico city to a mixed cultured background of Floridian and Guatemalan origins. Though I was born in Mexico, I do not really have any family ties to the region other than a plethora of childhood friends who were a “pisa” as it gets (term of endearment between Latin people of the same geographical orgin, pisa -> pias or country). So after my birth, work was scarce for my mom who had learned Spanish as a second language and decided to move the family back up north to the land of opportunity, where she could find work easily while my father applied for the correct visas. My sister was born in Cuernavaca about 2 years earlier (near the capital) which means we both share the same confusing situation of a homeland with little cultural ties and family to boot.

I grew up a mostly lower middle class upbringing in San Diego California, which is to say we were basically poor but had food on the table and the love between us to keep us going. Both my parents went through higher education in their respective countries, architecture (dad) and anthropology or public health (mom). But because my father never chose or chose to take care of the duties of a part time worker to be with us kids, he had the duty of being our driver while the mom was out bread-winning. So not only did my sister and I have a strange background of mixed cultures with no clear definitive traditions to practice in the new world, but our family dynamic was different from the traditional American norm of father being the sub stainer of currency in my pocket.

I think that this is enough family background for the time being so I think I’ll dive into the materially spiritual — god like demon influenced ideas that pass through my consciousness as I observe this beautiful hell we all love to criticize but can’t manage to tear ourselves away from.