All posts by Miguel Omaña

Although born in Mexico City in 1982, Miguel Omaña grew up in the US-Mexico border. He has written newspaper columns, co-hosted radio shows, showcased painted artwork and photography, and participated in academic conferences –all revolving around Mexican indigenous history and culture. He studied Communications, Anthropology, and Tariff Classification. Currently lives in the Mexico City metro area. A never-ending researcher, obsessive self-learner, avid Trekkie, tireless movie-goer, moderate Brony, stubborn photographer, professional portrait painter, keen runner, history buff, genealogist by luck, defender of equal rights, in love with languages, women, nature, music, food, and forever a traveler.

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chavacomiendopizzaizcalli_by_photo_tlacuilopilo-dbwkujyCandid street photography I shot at Guadalupe Lake, Mexico.

This girl is eating pizza by a lake where people gather during the weekends for a stroll, horse-backriding, or enjoy nature’s scenery. During weekdays, people go there to jog or related activities. There are places to eat nearby, especially during the weekends, when people go and visit.

Mexico is the true land of contrasts.

It is ironic that people from all classes share together this huge place, but the lake itself is located in a very upscale residential area — where huge mansions have a view (or even a piece) of the lake. But families from all walks of life gather there to do some picnic, or just relax. Mexico is the true land of contrasts, and this place speaks for itself.

Guadalupe Lake (or Lago de Guadalupe) is located at Cuautitlan Izcalli, in northern Mexico City metro area. A great place to shot sunset photographs, nature pictures, and of course street and candid photos.

Chava mexicana con la boca abierta metiendosela por la boca.

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Human Era Calendar Date link.

This is a page I created with programming code I wrote showing today’s date according the Holocene Calendar, also known as the Human Era calendar.

Click the image and see today’s date according to the Human Era calendar.

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The Human Era calendar:

  • Measures time since Humans began their era on this world.

It counts time since the neolithic began, from which our technological prowess increased exponentially — from the knapping of stone tools and the first construction ever built to our days of quantum computers, CRISPR genetic editing, and the Internet.

  • Negative years are eliminated.

The famous B.C.E. (before current era) years are negative, making it confusing in historical and geological terms. Such difficulty discourages people from fully understanding that huge period of time.

  • It marks a common starting point for the human species.

Whatever race, nationality, or religion, this calendar would be appropriate for everyone. And maybe — just maybe — this would encourage a grater unity amongst the peoples of the world.

  • No major changes except adding 10000 years to our current years.

Contrary to other more precise calendars such as the Mayan Long Count calendar or traditional calendars such as Chinese calendar, the transition would be more smoothly (computer, economic, government and culture-wise) without affecting current months, days, days of the week. The importance is given to add a 1 to the left of whatever Gregorian calendar we use (like our birthdates, anniversaries, official deadlines, and the such).

 

This is a personal effort from my part to bring awareness of this option to the world. An option to make the people important to this world, and unity as the option to face the future.

For any technical issues or glitches on that website, please let me know.

5 reasons why my country is indeed a shithole

Politically Insurrect.

Opinion column.

Amid the confusion of whether such word was even uttered by President Donald Trump when allegedly referring to African nationes, one thing I can assure you — my country is indeed a shithole.

Headlines can be sensationalized and biased click baits. We know it from this latest American fiasco, where two parties are fighting it out to see who wins the headline wars. But curiously enough, Jimmy Kimmel, CNN, the Guardian, and other media outlets and celebrities are ignoring the fact that Mexico was just deemed — yet again — as dangerous as Syria or Yemen.

Outside the United States there are bad places where corruption is the currency, the daily killing of women a given, and poverty the greatest disease. And I’m talking most of the globe. I for one can not talk with certainty of other countries but my own — and this can’t be denied by Jake Tapper or any other attention seeker. So I will explain why Mexico is a shithole.

Whatever good and beauty Mexico has (and it surely has a lot — tell me about, I love blogging and photographing it) undoubtly has nothing to do with the current state of this crippled nation. But the country in general, if we make a balance, is in deplorable shape. SJW’s, hippies, Super Bowl commercial lovers, and SNL cast… you’ve been warned of how I will tackle this.

And it is quite simple. You can analize my country as a state (government apparatus and its way of governance), as a culture (the way Mexican people behave, customs, and trends), as its laws (what are the rules, and how they are enforced and judged), its territory (the land and resources it comprises) and historiography (the way one sees history):

State.

The different levels of government in Mexico have failed. Not only entire parts of Mexico are under no-man’s land, but others are part of cacicazgo or a similar form of feudal lordship (if you will) under dangerous governors. Mayors and city councils organize like Chicago mobs from the movies — literally. The federal government has become all-powerful that it has become obsolete or useless to regain control of things — assuming they want to regain control instead of creating the chaos. The only part of the state that has remained steadfast — mostly — has been the Mexican military.

This sense of things getting out of hand comes from the inability for any government to take action. They do take action to fill the union’s pockets or gamble on candidates as if it was a game. All money comes from the heavily taxed Mexican people. And the same people who pay for their luxurious travels in Europe, yachts, Russian girlfriends, and Disney-like mansions live in impoverished conditions. Mexicans are killed daily by common thefts or war, many parents and siblings die under the guns sent by Obama — too me that’s way more racist.

Culture. 

Once a people who made astronomical calculations and created incredible engineering prowess now fall slowly but surely into a dark abyss of ignorance, broken families, admiration for crime, and ultimately a broken society.

This has made society unable to function properly anymore. We Mexicans always boast to be a community-centered people. Not any more. We Mexicans had always put family first, no matter what. Not any more. We believe we are clever and have a unique ingenuity — after all, we made life hacks way before they were made popular by YouTubers. Not anymore.

But to me the worst is the outcome, the broken society, unable to keep going it is stalled with female killings, kidnappings, cutting in line, teenage pregnancies, and an ever growing debauchery. People are actually enslaving other people for their organs or to sell to the best bidder, and this is happening not on a distant continent but next to the USA.

Social erosion has given way to weekly headlines here in Mexico of middle-schoolers performing oral sex in class, fathers killing their babies because they were crying too much, drunk politicians getting away with murder (for real), a governor or a mayor wanted by Interpol or the FBI, parties being interrupted by hitmen where everyone is killed for no reason. This is happening on a weekly basis.

Laws.

The most complicated laws in the world, enforced by corrupt or prepotent police forces, and where judges are rarely seen or heard as the chupacabras. No really, here in Mexico there are no courts of law as in the US, Great Britain or other countries. And the Supreme Court only makes non sequitur laws while earning millions of dollars per year.

There is a gun ban. We have a lot of ban laws. And the more restrictions are put the less strengthen society is. There is a saying here in Mexico, that criminals are more protected by the law than the murdered or the raped. Laws are decorative, or only good intentions. The only functional laws are the organic laws which govern the inside of the government apparatus… or how else would they get paid?

Territory. 

Once a rich land Mexico is becoming a wasteland. Ecocide is the word for what is happening right now as you read these lines. Entire pine tree forests are destroyed, sacred mountains leveled to the ground, beaches and choral reefs contaminated beyond human repair, carte blanche to Canadian mining companies and Spanish natural gas entrepeneurs.

Mexicans have always lamented loosing Texas, Arizona, New Mexico, California, Guatemala, and that eeny tiny bit of Colorado. Go figure what would it be of those impressive landscapes and gorgeous natural parks under such a mess. If you think Los Angeles is polluted, think again.

Historiography.

Mexicans think they are white, or can be white. It is an odd excenticity for a foreigner to comprehend and yet here lies a major issue of the Mexican people. For we have racism too — Mexicans insult native and black people.

The way Mexicans see it is that Mexico started when the Spanish came and conquered. That dangerous way of seeing history is what has fueled a lot of issues. The natural hatred between Spaniards and the English was passed to today’s Mexicans against Americans.

If you want to insult a Mexican — but really hit deep — is to remind him or her how the US “stole” (notice the quotes, please) half the Mexican territory than anything you may think. Mexico is stuck in the 19th century, while the rest of the world has moved on — we haven’t. This is in part because of how we see and understand historical processes. And Mexicans believe they should have retribution (for what, I don’t know) instead of working out ideas of how to improve whatever is left of Mexico.

 

To me this is not a model nation, to me this is a bad country — one that has mud and apparently loves mud by not trying to be better as their ancestors.

Female Volleyball of Nuevo Laredo

Photos I shot of Volleyball girls playing at a local league match in Nuevo Laredo, Tamaulipas, Mexico.

A city known for other things than volleyball, it lives a strong subculture around this sport — one that trascends class, gender, or even age.

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A vibrant subculture.

For many years now, decades, Nuevo Laredo has been known to international news outlets for its gritty violence and the colossal volume of import-export commerce that crosses through this border. And it is true — both statements would even fall short. But none would realize that amid local struggles (sometimes created by international ones) there is a vibrant subculture for volleyball.

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An impression that would go down the Rio Grande.

Girls and boys alike immerse themselves (almost religiously) into this sport. Its fast-paced action would seem to require a high degree of agility, quick reaction… and youth. Swiftly, that impression would go down the Rio Grande once you see all the matches — adults, short, or even the elderly join these local league tournaments.

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Perhaps the real future for Nuevo Laredo lies in sports.

Perhaps it is a way to escape of all troubles happening at border. After all, Nuevo Laredo and Laredo, Texas are the twin cities located in the epicenter of immigration struggles and the ilk. As ill fated as the future may seem for Nuevo Laredo, perhaps the real future lies in sports such as volleyball. As a way to escape from everyday issues in this bordertown. Or perhaps — and this may have more sense than any of my anthropological dissections — it is the love for the game.

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Beautiful hot girls volleyball players. Sexy mexican teen girls, tight butts, asses. Chavas de Nuevo Laredo, bonitas hermosas nalgonas, nalgas, culos, colegialas. 

Never A Blaze Inflamed Loudly Everyday

Never A Blaze Inflamed Loudly Everyday
As my heart yearns for yours to claim
But fate fades away and forbade
In this eternity and plane
Locking our ways to never be the same
Ending all odds for love to flame.

I’ll be the echo that carries your name
Until time wanes dry with the same pain
After meeting you too late in vain,
My cry will be the anthem of shame
Heralding love that never came
Prasing moments we shall never make.

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Implied nudity portrait of Addison.


If you like poetry you can read more about tribulations of love in my novel Till Stars Shut Their Eyes.


 

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Outside the Museum of Anthropology

Street photography I shot with my J7 mobile phone, outside the National Museum of Anthropology and History. 

The Museum is not only a great visit because of the treasures it houses — literal treasured pieces, monuments like the Aztec Calendar stone, unique statues, glyphs listing kings, and gold craftsmanship — but for its location.

It is a huge and ancient forest designed by Nezahualcoyotl.

At the heart of an upscale area of Mexico City, the National Museum of Anthropology and History rises amongst a forest of trees. On one side of the museum, you have the Chapultepec Forest (or Bosque de Chapultepec). The equivalent of Mexico City’s Central Park, it is a huge and ancient forest — designed by King Nezahualcoyotl of Texcoco for his Aztec Mexica cousin King Motecuhzoma I — which recieves tourists and locals from all walks of life. You can find Mexican families flocking with their improvised picnic a la mexicana, or you can stumble upon elegant couples who march with haste towards some classical music concert. If you like being surrounded with people — and most of all seeing all kinds of them — this is a great spot.

Dotted with posh bars.

On the other side of the museum you have the Polanco district (or colonia Polanco), where you can find not only embassies, high-class hotels, or offices, but also a lot of cafe places, and international cuisine restaurants from around the world. Nightlife may be even more interesting in Polanco, since it is dotted with posh bars and exclusive restaurants.

Our version of the White House but more sumptuous (unfortunately).

The location of the museum is quite interesting not only because of its peaceful trees in the heart of Mexico City’s chaos, but because of its proximity to power. You see, quite near, just blocks away, you have the official Presidential house — sort of our version of the White House but more sumptuous (unfortunately for the Mexican people). We call it Los Pinos, or The Pinetrees (for real). And between Los Pinos complex and the Museum we have the National Auditorium, which is like our Madison Square Garden — all things concerts happen there (as well as quinceañera limos hanging cruising around Reforma Avenue).

Tortas are like burgers, but bigger and with way more ingredients.

Curiously enough, at the immediate surroundings of the museum we can find a lot of snack vendors, selling esquites (corn in a cup), tortas (like burgers but bigger and with way more ingredients), raspas (sno-balls), chicharrones (pork skin), and more. If you’re lucky you may see native dancers — you can’t miss them with all their feathery display.

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Butterflies – The Souls of Ancient Warriors

Photo I shot at Xochitla, Mexico.

For thousands of years native people in what is now Mexico, Central America and Southwestern United States had stories, epic accounts, and even religious beliefs regarding animals. On of such admired animals was the butterfly.

They revered nature almost to religious levels.

Who knew that people who admired fierce jaguars, stealthy snakes, and mighty eagles would have butterflies in high esteem — from all animals. And yet it is true. Once you know the ancient lore and culture of the indigenous people you can easily understand. For their reason in life wasn’t all about war — or inexistent human sacrifices. They revered nature almost to religious levels, or even more!

Such a society would respect the delicate.

The societies of Ancient Mexico were composed of poets, artists, performers, mathematicians, astronomers, dancers, and great teachers — but you won’t hear this in any Discovery Channel or National Geographic documentary (since they either lack historical knowledge or work on a biased agenda). Such a society would know and respect the delicate, the artistic, and the beautiful. We know that because their poetry and way of talking is full of empathy and care. They were no blunt warriors only — the vast diversity amongst the ancient native peoples of the Americas is not only impressive but still unknown.

Warriors carried a big butterfly symbol.

Motifs of butterflies adorned clothing capes, artisan’s clay figures, and even the glyphs written on deer hide or amatl paper by scribes. In Tula, Hidalgo (known back then as Tollan Xicocotitlan), the capital of the historical Toltecs, warriors carried a big butterfly symbol over their chests as part of their military attire. Also printing seals — a great tradition in Ancient Mexico not so much discussed — were also made with various butterfly shapes and sizes.

There are still traditions to honor the deceased.

But beyond the visible, butterflies were part of the ancient’s stories and beliefs. For instance one of the most famous one, which still survives to our times: butterflies being visiting souls. Although Day of the Dead traditions has been quite tainted and manipulated for centuries — I.E. Disney-Pixar’s Coco — there are still some original traditions who once honored or remembered the deceased. The butterfly story is one.

Now they come to bring joy to us, and for us to honor them.

It is said that if you see a butterfly pass by or visit you, it is in reality the soul of an ancient warrior visiting you. And it is probable that person died in battle to became a beautiful butterfly in the next life. We know from Tula the connection between warriors and butterflies, probably as if they knew that if they were to die in the fight a chance to become a peaceful and delicate butterfly awaited. So people respected and protected butterflies, because they may even have been a father or a sibling who perished under the spears and arrows at the chaos of the battlefield. Now they come to bring joy to us, and for us to honor them.

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