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Dad Sends Sweaters

About

This is the web home of the frail wizard, José Arenado. Technically, I'm a time traveler. In your timeline I've split your 21st century so far as a software engineer and wine steward.

He is me.

I'll post here as often as my travels along this thread allow.

Also, this month only: Two tarot card readings for the price of one. And a free 20 minute webapp consultation.


Services offered

No missing persons and we will only talk to your relatives that have passed on. (Grandma is ok, but not Winston Churchil or something).


The Name

About 15 years ago, I was living in Manahattan's Morningside Heights with my two brothers in a studio apartment in what can only be referred to as the 1980's sitcom phase of my adult life.

The winters in NYC can get cold and my cuban father who lived in Florida was obviously concerned with his children's core body temperatures.

My brother came home from the post office one day, placed a box on the table and declared, matter-of-factly, "Dad Sends Sweaters." *


* I spent a significant part of my life consuming obscene amounts of street drugs and alcohol. It's likely that I'm misremembering this exchange a bit. But the general theme is sound.