It hits you all at once the moment you step off the plane. The first gulp of monstrously humid night lets you know that western civilization is over and you’re in “the third world.” From the comforts of the air-conditioned airplane, equipped with the latest technology and staffed by a blue-suited British flight crew to a makeshift warehouse-like ‘terminal’ crowded with African and Western passengers trying to make sense out of the chaos.
We had just left The Polar Vortex of the U.S. which was experiencing record-breaking cold temperatures, to the ungodly heat of sub-Saharan West Africa. I was caught off guard because my previous trips to Kenya had proven a hot climate but without humidity. Not so in Ghana, just a couple hundred miles north of the Equator, blanketed with an invisible haze of thick air. Outside the airport, mosquitoes and moths swarmed the lamp lights, bustling, honking taxis and rickety vans coated in red dust clogged the main road as throngs of people moved about carrying bags, luggage and baskets on their heads. One can’t help but fully absorb where they are and how far they’ve traveled when faced with that immediate shock of climate and culture. I had missed that exquisite rush. Continue reading “The Despair of the Privileged” »
One year ago today, I thought I might have made a mistake. After three and a half years of college in Kentucky, I decided to spend my last semester committing journalism in Washington DC through the Best Semester DC Journalism Center program. Having felt led to go in this direction and experience the change I so utterly desired left me beyond excited. There were programs all over the world I could take part in, and in the beginning I would never have imagined Washington.
Ever since I started college I knew I would end up doing one of these semesters. There was absolutely no way I could spend the ‘entire’ experience on the same campus for four years and I had never felt more led to step out and change my circumstances (much like I felt when I started college and how I’m feeling right about now). Continue reading “if it weren’t for Egypt” »
For Hundreds of years, since the dawn of the printing press, people have never been able to communicate or voice a means of free expression as they do today. The greatest tool for transparency and free speech the world has ever known has only just recently developed in our lifetime. We’re looking at just the very beginning of an era that is arguably much greater and maybe even more significant than the industrial revolution. Today, we are experiencing an information and free expression insurgency.
The lines of journalism are becoming blurred as well as like lines between video, magazine, newspaper, books, blogs, social networks.. it’s all morphing into something.. at a rapidly fast pace and changing almost daily. We’re watching now as people, companies and governments grapple with the most influential source that is not in any way physically tangible but limitless and permanent. Continue reading “#hashtags can change the world” »