Good day. I am Jorge Herbert; born in Acapulco, Mexico. And I am a guy who enjoys drawing…people out of their mind. Who enjoys drinking…when someone else pays. And who enjoys writing…epitaphs et al.
I worked over 13 years in the tourism industry. At 23 I was named Rooms Division Manager of a -5 stars hotel, then and there I knew the manager is the one with the easier job. I resigned the day of my appointment, but as an executive I experienced the world of business and the behaviour of people in leadership. They made me sick…for another less complicated job.
I am fluent in several languages…that I do not speak. English as a second language…I wish. I am a writer, I am cartoonist, I am a multimedia guru; well, not really! But I am…always practising my I ams. +
In 1995 I met Mrs. Herbert, the mother of my children —and married her in 1997 before she got time to run away or repent. And to make a short story long, she kidnapped me from my beloved Mexico and brought me, using excessive force it must be said, to this archipelago that some people may have heard of called Japan.
I possess, since the 21st. century, and update poorly a popular portal http://www.herbertmag.net, with no polls, no pools and no populist ideas. But with an assortment of appreciated non-sense. And did I mentioned I play football-soccer better than average men my age?
Ergo, if people asks what is it that I do? The answer is: a busy (sort of) man, cartoonist, freelance writer, a multimedia fanatic, tales teller, footballer, I am not; but certainly I am the best father in the known Universe of the three children owned by Mrs. Herbert.