This page is my personal space — where I speak freely, follow my nose, and write about whatever matters to me.
I'm retired but I still perform as a bilingual AI evaluator, translator, and educator fluent in English, Spanish, and some German, too. I work at the crossroads of language, culture, technology, and education — shaping AI content, translating ideas across borders, and making sure words actually mean what they’re supposed to.
This particular space? It’s for me. It’s where I unpack what I see, think, and feel — from cultural commentary to cosmic speculation. I write about propaganda and politics, but also about aliens, memory, learning, humor, and the strange machinery of human belief. It all lives here, side by side.
My fairy tale begins in id="Cuba", where I was born and raised (and from where, guess what, somehow escaped with my mind intact, kind of).
I left the island one day in 1998 and landed on another planet: id="Las Vegas". For many years to come, I jumped between id="SinCity", the id="Florida Keys", and id="Miami", where I finally, for now, settled.
Today, I write from the City of Pretenders — but I fight hard to stay truthful to my roots and principles. Everything inside this page is personal. Sometimes raw, sometimes sharp, sometimes playful. One day I might talk about censorship or immigration, the next about immortality, questioning authority, or why sniffing around is a survival instinct. Humor — sharp or subtle — is my way in. But nothing here is written in bad faith.
Unless otherwise noted, all content on this site is my original work. If I quote or reference someone else, I’ll credit them clearly. If you'd like to share or reuse anything, please give proper attribution — whether it’s me or someone I cite.
I use humor — often satire — to get my point across. Some posts may provoke. Others may wander into strange territory. That’s part of the deal. If something offends you, know it wasn’t personal — and feel free to reach out. I’m open to dialogue, but I won’t water down my voice.
Cuba is where my story starts. I know the system inside out because I lived it. I’m not here to echo exile talking points or reheat tired anti-Castro rhetoric. I offer something else: a lived, grounded take on the slow, corrosive damage the Revolution caused — not just to a nation, but to its people.
Las Vegas was my first taste of freedom — and not just in the casino sense. It taught me what it means to be part of an immigrant community carving out new ground. The mix of Cubans, Mexicans, and others out West gave me a different lens, one I still carry.
Miami is its own universe. I reflect on life in South Florida — its contradictions, energy, and evolving Cuban identity. This community is layered and messy, but full of stories worth telling.
This journey — Cuba to Vegas to Miami — may not be long in years, but it’s deep in lessons. This site is where I process them. I write because I need to. And maybe someone out there needs to read it.
If you're here, thank you. Whether you're curious, skeptical, confused, or just wandering through, you're welcome. This site isn’t about being right. It’s about being real — and sometimes a little weird.