Actionbound. Run around for research.
a digitized treasure hunts for research.
‘Don’t collaborate unless you have to’ (!!??$%*@#&!!!)
‘Don’t collaborate unless you have to’ (!!??$%*@#&!!!)
A reflection on organizational collaboration.
Bringing research to life with Forum Theatre
The term ‘launching’ makes me think of throwing the report at somebody. The report ‘From Rhetoric to Action’, published in January this year, is a compilation of 18 researchers, tapping into 18 corners of the world, 18 perspective, 18 questions. This report was a lot, a lot of work. But now what? The advocacy piece […]
Resist in your free time…
Dear Liam, I miss you! Are you coming next week to CIVICUS’ Civil Society Week in Bogota’? I so want you to help me untangle all the clues that I am collecting on the puzzle of youth civil society in Medellin. This week I kept thinking about the interview we did that Saturday morning two summers […]
Dear Dounia my dearest,
A letter to Dounia.
Pillows, cultures and other random thoughts
[youtube //www.youtube.com/watch?v=-E4ZyRzS8Z8&w=420&h=315] Dear Aditi and Olivier (read Holly), I just had a beautiful night of chats. I think often, and with lots of saudaje, about the endless nights we spent sitting on the floor of your apartment. We should get a price for solving all the world’s problems in the infinite space between our […]
Reflections from a morning in bed.
Queridos of the Brighton Gang, It is Monday morning, and I am chilling in bed. I did a meditation, drank a smoothie, and allowed myself to just focus on the feeling of the blue sheets on my back. I need a break. My room has (finally) acquired the geometry of cuddles. I bought a […]
Day 1: Honeymoon Moments
Few moments from my first 30 hours in Bogotá.
More Bombs. #syriavote
Dear Gioel, Tonight, the British Parliament authorized airstrikes in Syria 397 to 223. More bombs. Bombs that kill Bombs that destroy history, heritage, schools, children, dogs, cats, trees. They’ll destroy anything, but ideas. How do bombs even work nowadays? Still like they did when they taught us in school humanity fucked up in the previous […]
One, No One and One Hundred Thousand
I am sitting in a room with about 12 PhD students typing in front of their laptops. Next to me a big window, and the most picturesque English countryside: large grey-bluish clouds, a timid sun playing hide and seek, and the brightness of the green. I’m in a ‘writing retreat’. The clock just started ticking […]