Tripping on a Cosmic Body | Possible Meteorite Found in My Backyard

I tripped on a piece of rock in my backyard while I was gardening. At first, I thought it was just an ordinary rock. But I realized that the surrounding dirt was disturbed and the rock was partially buried. When I picked it up, I realized it had crystals. So, like a true investigator, I did my research.

Not sure it’s actually a meteorite, but it looks cool.

Philippines | Feb-March 2024

A photo and video journal of my month-long trip to the Philippines. I haven’t been back since 2019. I miss living in this country. If everything goes according to plan, I will come back to the Philippines this December and stay there throughout most of next year.

 

Video Journal

 

All the Pretty Flowers Are in the Cemetery

Artists lose money making art. I’m doing all these projects because I feel the need to do them.

I’m also trying to keep myself busy because…what else am I going to do for the rest of my life?

When my friend committed suicide in 2018, I made a promise to myself to stay busy; to try to ignore the darkness both in the world and within us.

I thought to myself, “What a waste of life and potential.”

She was a genius who could have been whatever she wanted to be.

I told myself I will never go down that road—even though I eventually made peace with her own decision—and that I was going to fill my life with passion projects and wild and beautiful experiences.

That’s why I do these things that siphon money from my bank account.

I’ve given up trying to make millions. I just want to make it out alive.

The Long Walk Goodbye

It’s only January 2 and I already got a photography book fresh out the oven. Now available on Amazon. That’s how I start the year off productively after spending January 1 sleeping all day due to excessive drinking on New Year's Eve.

 
 
 

I created this photo essay as a farewell tour of my hometown, which I walked end to end, a week before my flight back to the United States. It was also a sort of farewell to the town I used to know as a child, which was filled with idyllic landscapes that have now been replaced by residential and commercial developments. It was bittersweet: I was proud of the economic strides of my sleepy old town, but mourn the loss and degradation of its original beauty. The photo essay contains commentary: thoughts, anecdotes, and observations that I typed on my phone as I walked through the town.

How to Go Down a Rabbit Hole and Come Out on the Other Side

I was listening to a podcast episode about a supposed true account in which a driver saw a mysterious figure standing near a bridge or the side of a highway on the outskirts of Austin. Whenever someone mentions geographic details in podcasts like these, I like to go on Google Maps or Google Earth to get a visual on the area. It greatly enhances the narrative and I could possibly add it to my growing list of field trips for boot-on-the-ground research.

Anyway, as I was scanning the area on Google Maps, I saw a very strange large 7-sided shadow above a pond or lake and the surrounding fields. This led to a late-night rabbit hole, which then concluded (possibly) with a rational explanation.

 
 
 

That’s how you go down a rabbit hole on the internet when you have lots of free time on your hands.

End Notes: Azimuth-Baguio | BTS

A behind-the-scenes look at when I was still writing and editing Azimuth: Baguio. I had the chance to play around with different formats and layouts. It wasn’t perfect, but it was an important learning experience as an editor, designer and publisher.

 
 

End Notes: Azimuth – Baguio | Omitted Writings

This following text was originally in my first draft but chose to remove it because it didn’t fit into the overall theme of the issue. Also, some parts were unfinished and unpolished.

Initially, it was supposed to go in a section of the issue called “Hilltop Meditations,” which is a small collection of thoughts I wrote down while living in Baguio.

I.

It was raining heavily yesterday, so I decided to stay in. I read a short story by Julio Cortazar called “Axolotl.”

In the story, the narrator becomes obsessed with the Mexican salamander, axolotl, after he visits the Jardin des Plantes in Paris. At first, he is only fascinated by the creature, but later becomes completely entranced by its features. The narrator even describes the anatomy of the axolotl in vivid details.

In the fourth paragraph, the narrator begins to identify himself with the salamander by speaking from perspective of the creature. This is emphasized when the narrator, still speaking as the salamander, begins to describe the living conditions inside the aquarium. By this point in the story, the narrator is gradually physically metamorphosing into the axolotl.

In the final paragraphs, we learn that the narrator fully transforms into the axolotl, but he sees his original human face reflecting from the glass.

When I finished reading, I walked up to the window and watched the rain pelt the panes. I saw my own reflection on the glass and the streams of water made it looked like I was sobbing and sweating profusely as if I had just awoken from the most terrifying nightmare.

I thought about my own obsessions. Will I turn into them? Perhaps the transformation already took place and I’ve yet to realize it.

II.

One of the best gifts Baguio has given me is the chance to be solitary. Interestingly, it is in solitude where I’m able to reflect on my relationships with other people.

Last night, during a black out—or “brown out” as it’s called in the Philippines, because only certain neighborhoods are affected—I read a short story next to my homemade kerosene lantern.

The story is called “Tennessee’s Partner” by Bret Harte. The story’s major theme could be interpreted in two different ways: either the story is about undying loyalty to a friend, or the story is about a toxic, parasitic friendship. The titular character is loyal to his friend, Tennessee, and they both live in a mining town in the western United States, presumably in what is now California.

Tennessee is an abhorrent man and his bad reputation is well-known throughout the village. He even makes sexual advances towards Tennessee’s Partner’s new bride and runs off with her. Therefore, the two friends could be seen as the opposite sides of the same coin: one is loyal while the other is untrustworthy.

After the town’s authority figure executes Tennessee, it is no coincidence that Tennessee’s Partner dies from sickness soon after.

Harte wanted to illustrate their symbiotic relationship and the fact that Tennessee’s Partner was dependent on Tennessee, even on a spiritual or existential level. It could also be an allegory for our duality. Both Tennessee and his partner are the yin and yang of one individual.

I thought about my relationship with Chelsea; how I felt a sense of discontinuity with my own desire to keep living after she had committed suicide.

We used to call each other “cosmic twins” because of our seemingly psychic connection, and how even our minor differences in personality complimented each other.

However, after her death, I actually wanted to live more, do more, be more.

Reflecting on her death and our relationship while I lived alone on top of that hill in Baguio made find peace and gain understanding on what has all transpired in that two-year span.

Although I still believe that Chelsea and I were lovers in a past life and hopefully will be in the next incarnation or timeline, I realized that there is a time for departures and separation—even if it’s just temporary.


Reading Materials

End Notes: Azimuth-Houston | The Witch's Grave

In Katy, Texas—a large suburb west of Houston—there’s an interesting local folklore called the Witch’s Grave.

 
 

The infamous Witch's Grave is the resting place of Barbara Snyder. She was a German immigrant who first settled in Pennsylvania before moving to Katy, Texas. Barbara Snyder died in 1911.

 
 

Perhaps the reason why her mythology was created and lives on to this day is because there is an epitaph on Mrs. Snyder's grave which reads:

Remember me as you pass by.

As you are now so once was I.

As I am now you soon shall be.

Prepare for death and follow me.

If you do visit her grave, please be very respectful, not only for the late-Mrs. Snyder, but to all those resting in the cemetery. Folklore and urban legends aside, this cemetery is where the loved ones of the departed go to honor and remember their loved ones.

Also, be sure to leave a coin on her grave, which is exactly what I did.


To learn more about the fascinating stories and people of Houston and its surrounding suburbs, check out my photo essay journal, Azimuth: Houston, Issue No. 2.

6 Christmas Gifts for 2023 by 100Blinks

Christmas gifts for family and friends. Featuring products from 100Blinks, which is the name of my online shop. All of the artwork and design are original and created by me during my free time. I like to design for fun. Nothing too fancy or high-brow; just random ideas that I end up visualizing.

If you’re looking for gifts for your loved ones this holiday season and want to support independent businesses like my shop, check out some of the products I have at 100Blinks so far. More designs and products to come!

1. Sweater to keep you warm

Happy Holidays to you and yours!

Relax and Take Notes

I hope you finished those Biggie lyrics out loud in a crowded coffee shop or the library.

The notepad or notebook is one of my most loyal sidekicks, next to my laptop and my phone.

In fact, paper is a 1,917-year old technology that is still faster and more intuitive than the most sophisticated electronic tech we have today. Plus, you don’t need to recharge it.

Below is my old notepad—that an ex-girlfriend bought for me at WORD bookstore in Jersey City, so shoutout to her, wherever she is nowadays—which I used as a freelance journalist in Southeast Asia.

Finding Your Way Between the Mountain and the Bay

I would like to give my endless gratitude to Circles Magazine (8Letters Bookstore and Publishing). They published my personal essay, “Finding Your Way Between the Mountain and the Bay,” in their Issue No. 4 / Vol. 1: Story Feast edition.

 

Photograph and design by Michael Raqim Mira. Gumaca, Quezon Province, Philippines. 2016.

 

I haven’t published a personal essay in a literary journal in 9 years! So, it was great to get back on the saddle and I couldn’t have chosen a better publication to submit my piece to.

If you would like to purchase a copy, click on any of the images above and below. Please support independent publishers.

The Dragon That Ate the Moon

In Philippine mythology, Bakunawa is a powerful dragon that eats the moon. Ancient Tagalog, Bicolano and Bisaya peoples believed the Bakunawa caused eclipses. Bakunawa’s movements—as depicted in the 7 moons folklore—was influential in the geomantic calendar system for pre-colonial Filipinos. Bakunawa and the moon phases, as well as cosmic phenomena such as eclipses—were part of the rituals of the babaylan (shamans).

 
 

The partial solar eclipse. October 14, 2023. Texas. Taken with an iPhone 13 Pro Max.

 

Reading Materials

 
 

Freedom of Speech is Being Silenced in the Philippines

If you're a dissenting voice in a land of power-hungry wolves, you have three likely fates: jail, firings or gunfire. Pick your exit strategy.

We’ve seen a drastic erosion of speech and press freedoms over the past decade. While the violation of human rights and civil liberties is nothing new in this country, we have seen an acceleration of those violations the last few years.

Gunfire

This is a nation that’s infamous for journalist assassinations. The Philippines was 7th in CPJ’s 2022 Global Impunity Index. We were reminded of our notoriety last Tuesday, which marked the anniversary of journalist Percy Lapid’s murder.

Lapid was a vocal critic of President Marcos, Jr.’s policies and reported on the corrupt practices of various officials, including former Bureau of Corrections Director General Gerald Bantag, who was officially charged with Lapid’s murder but is still on the run as of today.

Firings and Forced Resignations

Firing someone who contradicts your policies or forcing them to resign is another form of speech suppression. In September, economist and then-Finance Secretary, Cielo Magno, was allegedly pressured to resign by the Department of Finance for questioning the president’s decision to apply a price cap on milled and well-milled rice.

The timing of the president’s act of goodwill to consumers coincided with a recent poll showing a double-digit drop in his and Vice President Sara Duterte’s approval ratings. Inflation had also recently gone up to 6.1% and rice inflation, in particular, grew to 17.9% despite the price cap.

This month of chaos also saw the VP facing a firestorm after the Commission on Audit revealed that she spent a whopping ₱125 million of “confidential funds” in just 11 days. To put that into perspective, in that same amount of time, that much money could have fed 40,584 families below the poverty line or could have bought you 2,777,777 kilos of the finest well-milled rice in all the land.

Freedom of Speech in Handcuffs

In the 1987 Philippine Constitution, Article 3 (Bill of Rights), Section 4, states:

“No law shall be passed abridging the freedom of speech, of expression, or of the press, or the right of the people peaceably to assemble and petition the government for redress of grievances.”

It appears simple on the surface and seemingly set in stone, but we all know that what’s written in any constitution, in any country, is never actually practiced by those who are entrusted to uphold it.

Last Wednesday, Drag Den contestant Pura Luka Vega was arrested in Sta. Cruz by selfie-loving officers of Manila Police District Station 3. The arrest was for failing to attend a preliminary investigation of an active case in Manila. The investigation was for a criminal complaint against Vega for "immoral doctrines, obscene publications and exhibitions, and indecent shows.”

Vega was also attending hearings in Quezon City for a separate criminal complaint. Vega stated that they did not receive a subpoena from the City of Manila. The Manila Regional Trial Court Branch 36 also set Vega’s bail to P72,000. That’s the price of an iPhone 15 Pro Max. A paltry sum for Mrs. Duterte.

To add to the confusion, the arrest warrant was issued despite Vega’s lawyers filing a motion to reopen. That’s just fancy lawyer-speak which means the attorney requested to have proceedings reopened so that new evidence can be presented to the court, and therefore a new decision could be made fairly based on the newly surfaced facts.

This spaghetti of events stemmed from an incident Last July in which Vega performed a musical rendition of the prayer "Ama Namin" (“Our Father”) while dressed in a Jesus-like outfit, and then posted a video of it on Twitter, or X, or whatever stupid name Elon came up with now.

The backlash was swift and Vega responded in kind with a Swiftie rebuttal by performing Tay-Tay’s "Look What You Made Me Do" while wearing a Black Nazarene-themed attire.

As a diehard Kanye fan, it hurts me to shoutout Taylor multiple times in this essay, but apparently my bemusement is nothing compared to the volcanic reaction of Catholic and Protestant groups across the country.

In a weird non-endearing act of harmony, The Catholic Bishops' Conference of the Philippines, a few members of the Senate, and the Protestant/Pentecostal coalition Philippines for Jesus Movement condemned the act as high-level blasphemy. If that wasn’t enough, seventeen local governments declared Vega as a persona non grata.

In the Philippines, declaring someone an “unwelcomed person” is a non-binding resolution, meaning it’s all about symbolism and posturing. However, it would be interesting to see Vega try to enter one of those unwelcoming locales. If officials physically try to stop Vega from entering their jurisdiction, that would be another constitutional violation (“freedom of movement”, Article 3, Section 6).

Do you see where I’m going with this? My point is that there are numerous red flags in how institutions are behaving over a citizen’s opinion and artistic expression. Something as silly as declaring someone persona non grata may be non-binding now, but we’re on a slippery slope and at the bottom of the hill is an authoritarian pit of hell.

Later that same July, The Philippines for Jesus Movement and Catholic group Nazarene Brotherhood filed two separate criminal complaints against Vega for allegedly violating the Revised Penal Code and Cybercrime Prevention Act. This could possibly explain why Vega was also going to Quezon City for a hearing.

At first, it seemed like the prosecutor’s office—in Manila, that would be Giovanne T. Lim, according to the DOJ website—was hesitant to launch an investigation, but after this week’s events, it’s clear that the local government and religious institutions are not separate after all.

In Article 2, Section 6 of the Constitution, it states:

“The separation of Church and State shall be inviolable.”

In simple terms, “Church, you go there on that side and, you, the government, on this side. End of story.”

Except that stories can be re-written, edited, deleted and interpreted in a million ways. That’s what’s dangerous about these recent human and civil rights violations. The ones in power can wield their pen freely and make up their own stories. They can write their own laws based on their feelings rather than logic and practicality, as if they’re a bunch of emo teenagers writing fan fiction on Wattpad, all the while silencing the narratives that contradict theirs.

In that case, what’s the point of the Philippine Constitution—1987 version, 1897 version, Taylor’s version—or any constitution for that matter? When the principles aren’t upheld, then it’s reduced to a piece of fiction that waxes poetic about liberties and utopian ideals.

The Double-Standard vs. a Gold Standard

Duterte has lambasted the Catholic Church numerous times, yet he was never arrested for “immoral doctrines” and rightfully so. Duterte has the right to criticize, even if obscenely, any institution, belief system or powerful figurehead, Pope included, without risking persecution.

Duterte has claimed that he was sexually abused by a Jesuit priest when he was a child. If true—which it most likely is considering his alleged abuser was found guilty of sexually abusing multiple children in California—we should applaud him for his bravery to speak out on a traumatic event that stole his innocence.

However, that same liberty should be available to all citizens, not just the powerful few. Constitutional rights should be the gold standard that we all live by. Obviously, that’s far from the case. There’s clearly a double-standard and that dichotomy is this: you’re either powerful enough to enjoy constitutional freedoms or you’re not. If you lack power, wealth, and connections to other powerful people then the Philippine Constitution does not apply to you, apparently.

These are just three of the many examples of how voices are silenced when they challenge the systems and programs of powerful institutions, whether they are the government or the country’s majority faith or the political ideology with the most voters.

This is the section in the essay where I’m supposed to offer a non-academic but well-meaning solution. This is the section where I’m supposed to say something uplifting or poetic—but I have nothing more to say.

I’m just grateful for the freedom to express myself in this opinion piece and I hope nothing and no one will ever take that away from me.

TLDTD | Issue No. 7

Salamat, TLDTD (pronounced "taludtod", which refers to a line in poetry in Tagalog). I'm honored and humbled.

The title of my prose-poem in English is "Field Notes from the Land of Milk and Honey and Blood and Fire".

Check out my piece here: https://tldtd.org/poet/michael-raqim-mira/

This is my first Tagalog writing—of any genre or style—to be published “officially” by a publication other than my own personal blogs and social media pages. I don’t recall even having any Tagalog/Filipino writings in my self-published books and zines. For that reason, I’m very grateful to TLDTD editors Paolo Tiausas and Nikay Paredes.

 
 

Alaska + Seattle, September 2023

Alaska is a land that has always fascinated me. It has beckoned me a few times in the past, such as working as a photojournalist there or simply moving there and volunteering to do search and rescue. It’s a land that sparks my imagination and motivates me to do so many different things. It’s not too late to move up there.

These 13 by William Faulkner

Many years back, I bought this French copy of These 13 by William Faulkner in the heart of the French Quarter in New Orleans. The book store was cramped, charming and filled with both English and French books.

 
 

I’m not sure why I bought this particular anthology. I was never really interested in Faulkner’s work despite my respect and admiration for his mastery. As a photographer, I guess I just liked the cover. Eventually, I did purchase the original English version in e-book format (which you can check out here) and I liked it.

 
 

Many of the stories convey the tensions and complex dynamics in the South during the Antebellum era and the early to mid-20th century. So, I found it fitting that I found a copy (although a French one) in New Orleans, where you see various cultures mixing together like a steaming pot of gumbo. There is still an obvious racial divide, but now it’s more so social and economic based rather than institutionalized separation (i.e. Jim Crow laws).

Also, the South of today is not literally or figuratively just black and white. It’s a major region for mass immigration from Latin America, South Asia, Southeast Asia and other countries. There are many large notable mosques and Hindu temples in the South, for example. Miami is composed of various Hispanic cultures and 70% of the population speaks Spanish. So, to me, reading about the the oppressive society (at least for non-Protestant whites) of the Antebellum era is akin to reading a dystopian sci-fi story.

Faulkner somewhat criticized the psychotic act of public lynchings—check out his short story from this book, “Dry September”—and was disgusted by the killing of Emmett Till, saying that a society that had no qualms about murdering children like Emmett was a society that didn’t “deserve to survive, and probably won't.”

Having said that, Faulkner was still a man of his time. He was against desegregation, saw black folks as mere servants/service workers, lamented the South’s defeat in the Civil War, and although he made subtle commentary on lynchings, he also said that sometimes the public “jury” (lynch mobs) were right if they felt so impassioned to murder people of a certain race.

The bottom line is he was a complicated person like many of us. He wasn’t a hooded Klansman but, like many white people of his day, he held tribalistic views that has been programmed into his brain by the society that kept the status quo and by the people around him who held similar beliefs.

I think many people—of all races a—are still like that today. They’re not extremists or terrorists or crazed cult members, but rather ordinary folks with particular beliefs and prejudices.

Tie Xi Qu: West of the Tracks by Wang Bing

I just watched the entirety of Tie Xi Qu: West of the Tracks and I can see why it's considered a masterpiece. All three parts are great stories on their own, but all together they make an epic tale. However, it's not Dickensian fiction, but the realistic documentation of a particular time and place on Earth.

As an aspiring documentary filmmaker, I really dig the simplicity of Wang Bing's shooting style and editing (i.e. splicing scenes of the abandoned smelting factory in between scenes of when they were still full of life with workers). It's how I want to approach my documentaries, which is being the silent observer. You don't need to see me or hear my voice. Even if I reply to my subjects or ask them questions to prompt a monologue or story from them, I would not include my voice in the film.

It's considered one of the longest films in history, but I didn't feel like any screen time was wasted. Even the long POV shots from the front of the train chugging along the bleak industrial landscape was essential to conveying a sense of motion forward, figuratively, towards the new century and millennium (filmed between 1999 and early 2001).