Who is Cary Fukunaga?

"I cling to the family motto. He travels the fastest who travels alone."
-Mr. de Winter
"Rebecca"
by Daphne du Maurier

He is half-Japanese and half-Swedish.
He recently directed a film called "Sin Nombre" that won the Best-Director Award at the Sundance Film Festival.
He was born in Oakland, California in 1977 (same City I was born, but different year).
His middle name is Joji.
He is mentioned in my blog today because Paloma Alquier of the 'South of France' found a resemblance in him 'to me' after watching him during a Spanish interview.
He is a graduate from UC Santa Cruz and his film making has taken him around the world (from the Arctic Circle to Haiti and West Africa).
Who is he?
He is Cary Fukunaga, American Film Director.

PHOTO: 1982, Michael J Armijo
College Graduation portrait:
I see a 'Cary Fukunaga' resemblance now

The photograph above (with camera) is of Cary Fukunaga in "on-location" mode. I found the photo via an online image search. His movie, "Sin Nombre" is available on DVD now and I want to see it asap.
PHOTO: "Sin Nombre" photo still

"Sin Nombre" storyline: After murdering his gang's leader, a teenager joins a family of Honduran immigrants making the dangerous journey across Mexico to the United States, avoiding a fellow gang member who has been sent to kill him along the way.

Twenty-five years ago today:

October 22, 1984
Monday

At work I spent most of my day with Denise. She sat with me and helped me out with some of my telephone requests. She helped me issue my five RCF orders, so it was a big ‘Sales Credit’ day for me. Hurrah! The office had a pot-luck lunch/dinner that I thought was very well done.

Needless to say, I felt drained and tired after the work day. I did not feel like bike riding afterwards. Helen was home and we ate dinner. Yes, Tony (my brother) came over to join us. As I was eating Sherri called me and she needed to vent about her problems with John (my other brother).
“He is so stingy and is acting a lot like your Dad in terms of money,” Sherri explained.

PHOTO: 1984, John Armijo, Sherri Lewis
and Ashley Marie Armijo

It is clear that Sherri and John get along but they have more than their share of periods of anguish. That’s expected in all relationships, isn’t it?
I went over to Sherri’s to take her a package of butterscotch chocolate-chip cookies. I was supposed to bring them for the pot-luck at the office today (forgetful me). I ended up feeding Ashley with the baby food while Sherri got on the phone with her girlfriend, Gina. Gina almost died last weekend due to some erroneously prescribed drugs from her doctor.

It was fun feeding Ashley and seeing her smile when I spoon fed her the banana baby food. The smile was irresistible.
When Sherri was off the phone she asked me an interesting question.
“Do you think Tony and Helen are probably going to get married?”
I was dumbfounded. It sort of hit me out of left field. Then again, it would be a kind of a neat scenario.

I left Sherri’s at 9:20pm and walked a block over to my townhouse. We are ‘good buddies’ now.
“You should have invited me to that flick last Friday night,” Sherri had said after I told her I was jilted so many times.
It just happened that she wasn’t doing anything when I went to see “Thief of Hearts”. I will remember her next time.

I received a call from an old friend tonight: Cedric Green.
“Hi Mike, I just wanted to call and see what you were up to these days. I think it was from Helen that I heard you’ve been going out nightly.”
I laughed aloud, “Well, I don’t know if I’d say that. I did apply to MACY’s in San Francisco for a part-time job though. And last Saturday I went on an excursion to Wilkes-Bashford and I’m pretty sure I will be going to LA for the first weekend in November.”
“You know, Michael. You’re really an interesting guy. I mean…you don’t hang out with me for a long period of time and…well, you like variety, huh?”
“No, I don’t think so,” I replied but as I was denying it I now think it may be true. He also mentioned something about tying in my various activities into my journal. He may have laid down some facts for me that I seem to overlook.

I find that I do not indulge on writing about the same character when there are so many characters out there in the USA and elsewhere.

Today, the blond forty-dollar ‘hooker’ I met in Hawaii crossed my mind that I met in November 1982. I now wish I had f---k’d her. Then again, it could have meant a disease I could well have lived without. Oh well, my time and my lady will come. Who knows? My seed may have already reached some lady out there already. An anonymous woman could be carrying my ‘baby’. Wild.