For the past few months I’ve been working on a book oriented towards people in nonprofit marketing. There’s a huge potential for those in the nonprofit industry to learn more about the nuts and bolts of marketing: common business principles aren’t often put to enough use in the world of nonprofits, and it would be a smart move for a lot of entities to consider integrating more sustainable practices in their operations. Continue reading Nonprofit Marketing: Telling Stories With Faces
The largest slum in South Africa, Khayelitsha, is a township just outside Cape Town. It’s composed of around 400,000 residents, most of which are Xhosa.
It’s so much different from the expected mental image of an African slum, as it’s both on the beach and cold and windy. Residents walk around in parkas rather than t-shirts, at least in the winter, and the ground is white sand rather than clay or mud. Continue reading Khayelitsha, South Africa
It’s always been amazing to me that a slum in Central America looks exactly the same as a slum in Uganda which looks exactly the same as a slum in India. The omnipresence of corrugated tin is staggering. But the residents of the slum don’t notice that. They’re a part of it. You’ve got to step outside of it to fully understand it. Continue reading Barter & Trade In Developing Markets
In late September to early October 2014, I traveled to Liberia to document the ebola outbreak for a few nonprofits (through Silent Images for SIM and Samaritan’s Purse). I covered most of the ebola stuff in my previous post.
There wasn’t a lot of free time in this trip. I’m normally able to cram in a few free days on a trip, to wander around and see the country. And, after all, there’s not a whole lot of quality sightseeing to do in ebola-afflicted Liberia. The furthest I went solo from the SIM/Doctors Without Borders ELWA compound was taking Dr Fankhauser’s Mitsubishi Pajero out for a quick joyride to get b-roll shots of Monrovia, and that almost ended in jail due to a few eager Liberian cops who saw a big white dollar sign driving down the road. Continue reading Looking at Slums From The Hotel Ducor
“If I spin it just right, I’m in Wellington until tomorrow seeking venture capital. That sounds pretty impressive. It’s technically true-ish, because I’m always seeking venture capital.”
Whenever someone asks me my favorite place, I never hesitate. It’s New Zealand. Objectively and subjectively the most beautiful place on earth, probably because it’s as far away from the rest of the world as possible and, thus, a high threshold of entry for humanity. If you get there, you’ve wanted to get there. Continue reading The Nicest Restaurant In New Zealand
Drive a couple hours south of the Texas border, and Mexico is more like a medieval Tuscan village than the violent images conjured in our media. Continue reading Guanajuato, Mexico
I kicked off my two weeks in New Zealand by flying into Wellington, at the southern tip of the North Island. I travel frequently, but this flight had wiped me out. Four connections and forty-seven hours later, not to mention a seventeen-hour timezone difference, and I was ready to crash. I drove my little subcompact rental car to the hotel and fell headfirst into bed. Continue reading New Zealand’s South Island