If you’ve been biting your nails waiting for the next installment of “In Search of Blue Water,” please don’t worry–it’s coming. And the pictures of sea lions and gratuitous sailing vessels will be worth your time. For now though, I must talk about more recent events.
The Arthur Burns Fellowship has had be tied up and tired for a couple of weeks now. A whirlwind orientation in Washington D.C. brought an unbelieveable amount of context to heading abroad. Speakers, bankers, politicians, lawyers, and regular ole journalists all piled into the German Marshall Fund to help 20 journalists find their way to being foreign correspondents.
Editor’s Note: This is the first of three narrative accounts of a journey at sea. More dispatches to land in the coming days.
It’s sometimes hard to swallow: the stinging reality of things we can’t change. As regular readers of this site know, my best friend Joe is heading to Iraq on a 1-year deployment.
I’ve known him for many years, since our days teaching at a Boy Scout camp in the Inland Northwest. Joe taught lifesaving, and I taught rowing, but we both cherished sailing. We were both introduced to harnessing wind by a laughing coworker pushing us into a small boat, alone.
Those coworkers are long gone, most never having sailed again. Joe and I…are sailors.
The good folks at Deutsche Welle’s “Money Talks” ran my story about Southern Arizona foreign investment today. To read the script, see pictures, and hear the story just click here.
Deutsche Welle is Germany’s national broadcaster, sending news from and about Deutschland to the far corners of the globe. DW in Bonn, Germany will also be my home while I’m abroad for the Arthur Burns Fellowship.
It’s a reality you must face relatively quickly if you move to Arizona: it’s hot. I’ll subscribe to the common rebuttal now: Yes, it’s a dry heat. But that doesn’t negate the fact 10 minutes outside will dehydrate you, or 3 minutes in the sun will give you a nasty burn.
Most people know this, and that makes indoor activities all the more important. Movie theaters, malls, pet stores, etc, all fill to the brim on warm Arizona days. Another option for those who like to wager, is the casino.
Time is an interesting concept. On the one hand, it’s finite: How long until this is over? Or when do we get to eat? Or even, how many days are left in the school year? On the theological hand, time is a contradiction: Our time is eternal and immeasurable due to our faith in the Lord of Hosts, and eternity. But even with this belief that time is–in the grand scheme–insignificant, all of our days seem to be centered around the clock; beginning with the alarm in the morning, arrival at work, school bells when we were kids, lunch hour, meeting times, television show times, and even bed time. We can’t escape time.
I struggle with devoting mental energy to time when countless people through history have already done so, though to no sure conclusion. I can say for a fact, however, that I revere few things more than my reverence for time.
I’ll begin by saying, “I have good news,” and I’ll spare you a Geico joke (though I did save money by switching car insurance.) The really good news, though, is: I’m a Burns Fellow! The International Center for Journalists accepted my proposal to look at immigration issues in Germany as compared to the Southwest United States . With the Arthur Burns fellowship I’ll head to Germany for two months, beginning in July, and I’ll act as a member of a host organization’s news team.
Details on where I’ll be, and specifics on host organization are soon to come. I’ve requested to be based in Berlin (near the Turkish enclaves of Kreuzberg and Neukölln.) My second choice is to be stationed in Bonn or Cologne , the hub of Deutsche Welle’s radio operation—DW being the national broadcaster of Germany .
I’ve been mulling a post about the role of digital media, and how bloggers, online video, and similar devices should be infusing journalism, instead of causing it’s slow stagger toward the respirator, and a ready-to-be-pulled plug. While that sour jolt of professional pride may still be forthcoming, I thought I’d share instead a small victory in another quest of mine: learning German.