Category Archive: Programs Abroad

We’re Surfers

We’re Surfers

We’re Surfers. All of us. The only difference is what we’re surfing for. Some surf for peace, some surf for joy, some surfing for creativity, some surf to be cool, some surf for establishment, some surf against establishment, some surf … Continue reading

 

Saya Tidak Perlu Pipet

Saya Tidak Perlu Pipet

I do not agree with the Buddhist belief that life is suffering. Life is a beautiful, unknowable, and magical time of existence that will never happen again in the same manner that it happens now. Surely though, unconscious life is, … Continue reading

 

Uluwatu, Bali, Indonesia: Round 2

Uluwatu, Bali, Indonesia: Round 2

So, I’m back in Uluwatu, in Bali, Indonesia.  Here’s why.  After teaming up with Conservation International last year, our surfonomics paper showed that Uluwatu brings an estimated amount of 35 million US dollars.  For any place in the world, that … Continue reading

 

Blister Beetle Dermatitis

Blister Beetle Dermatitis

It’s Sunday morning. I’m enjoying a nice lie in (as the Brits say), watching the sun filter in through my mosquito net and catching up on some of the Master of Rome series (almost done Book V, baby!). I roll over to get my glasses, and notice a small tick-like…

 

What happens to Tanzanians when thieves steal their stuff?

What happens to Tanzanians when thieves steal their stuff?

Amina surprised me by kissing me on the lips when she greeted me yesterday. Normally Tanzanians shake hands (in a complicated secret-handshake kind of way). They don’t hug, as evidenced by Gudila (one of the dadas who works at Mama Luce’s, my go-to neighbourhood breakfast joint) asking me who the…

 

And Sometimes Extremists Hack Your Blog

And Sometimes Extremists Hack Your Blog

Well, that was fun. Roman emailed me the other day with a screenshot of my website, asking if there was some joke—instead of a little blog about my thoughts on life and social enterprise in Tanzania, a DOS-command-prompt-from-circa-1995-looking screen greeted me instead. Thanks to some help from Scott (love you! and…

 

How many goats?

How many goats?

Why don’t you bring more American woman here? –I can’t promise that they’d want to come. Tell them how many goats we have. There are so many goats. –Ronan, a Tanzanian at breakfast (who is right about the goats…ladies…)

 

What A Four-Winged Insect Teaches Us about Architecture

What A Four-Winged Insect Teaches Us about Architecture

‘Habari ya jioni!’ Good evening! I called to Filimani, our askari (guard), through the window as he patrolled the perimeter of the house. ‘Salama! Habari, Lulu?’ Peaceful. What’s new with you, Lulu? he replied. ‘Salama kapisa. O! Nina shida kwa nyuki… Subiri kidogo.’ Completely peaceful. O, I have a problem…

 

On Educating Girls

On Educating Girls

I am a feminist. This post started as a desire to write about the kidnapping of 234 girls in Nigeria. Girls who were kidnapped because they were taking a physics exam. Getting an education. My physics education was rife with SpongeBob references. (Thanks, Mr. Gundrum!) I may have resented that I was…

 

Recipe: Mama Luce’s Chai ya Rangi

Recipe: Mama Luce’s Chai ya Rangi

My heart is big. I wonder sometimes whether I have too many loves in this life; how I will ever find the time to fit everything in—experience it all, change all that I wish to change, improve, make better. Language, literature. Conversation. Wine, beer, spirits. Travel. Really inspired business models….

 
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