Note: a version of this article appeared in Verge Magazine’s Spring 2015 issue. At 23, I moved to Mumbai. Though I knew nothing about India, I was as excited as I was self-assured. I had spent the prior year in Washington, D.C., working with an organization that supports social entrepreneurs globally. When our India… Read More Seduced by Good Intentions
The pig was the size of a small hippopotamus. She shared the shed with about 15 others, though they all seemed miniature in comparison. The big sow had an enclosure all to herself; her squealing piglets occupied an adjacent pen.
I’m honored to be published in Issue 7 of Artisan Magazine. The article, Refashioning the Instruments of War, is based on “Bombs and Gongs,” a post I wrote after visiting a traditional metalsmith outside of Hoi An. Tuan crafts gongs using the same methods his family has employed for the past 400 years, except his… Read More Bombs and Gongs Illustrated
We’re back in Ho Chi Minh City after a month on the road. Wherever we stopped, I interviewed at least one social entrepreneur, each of whom operates a restaurant or retail store that trains, employs, and supports a marginalized group of people. The parallels between the various initiatives gave me the sense of a nascent… Read More What gives you the right?
Tuan is a 42 year old Christian who operates a small metalworking factory in his front yard. He and his family craft gongs using the same methods that his ancestors have employed for the past 400 years. The only modern concessions are the electric fans that replace hand-pumped billows. That, and the fact that all… Read More Bombs and Gongs
We arrived in Da Nang almost a week ago. We hadn’t planned on spending more than two or three days here, but then we met Tien. By the time we reached Da Nang, our fascination with Vietnamese folk music had become all-consuming. We’d seen black-and-white photos from the 60’s of soldiers playing nylon string guitars.… Read More Da Nang Bohemian
We set out to find the oceanfront leprosy hospital late one morning. Walking as far as the Quy Nhon beach would take us, we then turned up a narrow road into the hills.