The Children of Jules Verne

The Children of Jules Verne

If you haven’t clicked on my “books” tab, then I must let you know that I love adventure novels. As a kid, I wanted to be an astronaut, although I didn’t know the word for it yet. So, when someone asked me what I wanted to be, I would say a “scientist.”

Of course, that was a lofty idea since I was born in Cuba and leaving the country was hard enough, let alone the planet.

But looking up at the stars every night instilled in me a sense of wonder. Even today, when I do something as mundane as taking out the trash in the evening, I look up and take a quick second to let the beauty of a starry night envelop me.

Thanks to my mother, I’ve always loved to read and as I got older, she started to buy me adventure novels.

I had a lot of friends growing up, but I would say that my true best friends were my books. I remember reading “From the Earth to the Moon,” and reliving my boyish wonder about space travel. I remember reading “Journey to the Center of the Earth” and wanting to travel and explore, even if it was only through my imagination.

And that’s what I began to do. I began to write stories, plays, poems and draw comics, most of it dealing with adventure.

I love to travel, despite the fact that I haven’t done much of it because I’ve never had the money to do it. But one day (while I’m still young), I hope to travel to Paris, Rome, Florence and so many other beautiful cities that are filled with history. I want to absorb the history of those places and let it fill my soul.

From The Mysterious Manuscript, to the sequel I hope to finish soon, to even the children’s book I’m working on, there’s always a theme of adventure in my work.

A lot of it has to do with reading Jules Verne early on. While I may have physically been in Cuba, my mind traveled to far and exotic places thanks to his prose. Every book is an adventure, especially when that book has an adventure theme to it.

My Mysterious Manuscript is not perfect. I didn’t have money to hire an editor, but the story is there, the heart and the passion are there. (For its sequel, I do plan to hire someone professional to take a look at it) And although it’s not perfect when it comes to things like punctuation and whatnot, I do hope that my passion for telling a good story is there. I hope that my sense of awe and wonder translate to the page.

As Ray Bradbury once said, “We are all, in one way or another, the children of Jules Verne.”

I know I am.

Stephen Curry

Stephen Curry

Okay, so I’m a little obsessed with Stephen Curry. But who isn’t? He’s really unlike any other player the league has seen before. There are statistical facts to prove it. Check out these two articles from Five Thirty Eight. There’s this one, Stephen Curry is The Revolution and this one, Stephen Curry’s Bombs Are Too Good To Be True.

So yeah, he’s a phenomenal player. He’s also a very humble guy, he’s Christian and he seems very nice.

Also, along with his wife, he made this video parodying the song where Drake mentions him.

See the video below.

So yeah, they’re a really fun couple.

Recently, I opened my own Etsy shop and of course, I had to include a Stephen Curry card!

Chef Curry with the Pot Illustration

You can get it from my shop at I Literally Can’t Even on Etsy.

For now, let’s all hope that the Warriors beat the Celtics tonight and take their season to 24-0.

Too Many Ideas

Too Many Ideas

I’m working on a children’s book ( and I’ve also been working on a novel on and off for over a year now. Not to mention that at some point I want to write a sequel to The Mysterious Manuscript.

Since I’m also an entrepreneur, I’ve been thinking of mixing my artistic side and do some designs to sell on Etsy.

It’s just that I want to do SO much, but don’t have a lot of time to do it.

Any other creative out there was the same problem?

Wrote My First Medium Post

Wrote My First Medium Post

Are you on Medium? If you are, I would really appreciate it if you took three minutes to read my post on how to make Twitter great again.

“Twitter is and feels like an avalanche of information coming at you without any filter whatsoever. But what is really frustrating for the typical user is that once they actually ‘send out’ a tweet, it goes unnoticed. What drives people to Facebook are those little red notification icons. Social validation is key to Facebook’s success and that’s exactly what is causing Twitter’s stagnation.”

Read it here!

What I’ve Been up To

What I’ve Been up To

Friends, readers, and visitors, I have a new blog. Now, I’m not abandoning this one. Cuban in Kansas will always be where I share my most personal stories and where I think through some of the issues that we face every day.

My new blog is different. It’s all about learning. As I’ve mentioned many times before, I love to learn and share information. Therefore, I have created a new blog where I can do just that. But I’ve created more than a blog, I’ve created a whole company.

Visit The Informationist to learn more.

Soon, I’ll be creating a Snapchat account to go along with the blog, where I’ll share stories that will teach useful facts and skills in creative ways. I wish that Snapchat would add me as part of their “Discover” brands page. But maybe one day it’ll happen.

I will also be Podcasting, so be on the lookout for all those things!

The Parent Code

The Parent Code

We live with a three-year-old and an 18-month-old who never listen when we tell them to stop fighting, but who have a supersonic sense of hearing when we mention a food item they may like.

We we can’t say “cookie” or “ice cream” at our home, unless of course it’s time for them to have that, therefore, my wife and I have a bunch of abbreviations that won’t fool the NSA, but do keep our kids in the dark for now.

Not in any particular order, here are the most secret items in the Sanchez household:

  • Cookies: “C’s” As in: “Did you remember to buy the c’s?”
  • Bananas: “B’s”
  • Almond Milk: “A-M”
  • Ice cream: Helado (Spanish for, you guessed it, ice cream)
  • Teddy Grahams: TGs
  • Pancakes: PCs
  • Sandwiches: Sands or S-A-Ns
  • Juice Pouches: JBs (because we call them Juice Boxes)
  • Chicken Nuggets: Nuggs

I know there are more, but that’s all I can think of right now. As you may have noticed, there’s no need to come up with a code word for vegetables. Our kids are not jumping up and down for some kale soup.

Do you have any code words in your household?

Being Different

Being Different

A couple of days ago I was at the checkout counter at my local grocery store when the young cashier looked at me and asked, “What did you do to your face?!” It wasn’t really a question. It was more of a demand in the tone of, “How dare you do that?!”

This caught me off-guard, so I asked her to repeat the question.

She pointed to her eyebrow with the same look of disgust. “There, what did you do to your face?”

I smiled, but I sensed my face go red. “I was in a car accident over 15 years ago.”

She said, “Oh.” And then I saw her face go red and avoided eye-contact and any further conversation for the rest of our forced awkward interaction.

Was she wrong in asking me this? I don’t know if it was wrong, but it was certainly inappropriate and her tone was in bad taste. It reminded of being in high school, fresh after my car accident, when I had to wear a patch covering my left eyebrow and part of my forehead. Strangers would stop and ask me with the same expression and look of morbid curiosity in their eyes.

I sometimes wonder if people look at me and form an idea about me, about the kind of man that I am because of my scar. Before going to job interviews, I always think about this. Would they think I was part of some gang where their members shave their left eyebrows? Would they think that I was in a bar fight or something like that?

Thanks to this blunt cashier, at least I know that people do wonder.

Sometimes I tell people about it without them asking just to get it out of the way. I just want to get the elephant out of the room as quickly as possible.

Next October, it’ll be 16 years of having this scar. That means that I will have lived the same number of years with and without the scar. Sometimes when I look in the mirror that’s all that I notice. Sometimes I try to ignore it. But as my wife likes to point out, it’s a symbol that God saved my life that day. And for that, I am thankful.