Looking forward to speaking on a panel at Microsoft BizSpark tonight in Mountain View about Community Development at Airbnb!
Excited to join the conversation about community and design alongside Klout, Babelverse, Learn Capital and Sumazi.
tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
It takes the cool morning mist on the island to blow out the city in my heart.
I spend all year forgetting who I am until I can get the magic to weave myself back together again. Almost every summer I have sat in the same place waiting for the island to put me back together. And it does, everytime.
In 2002, face in hands and sobbing uncontrollably, I was approached by a Canadian boy (as was evidenced by a small flag on his backpack) in the Frankfurt am Main Airport. “Are you okay? Do you need help?” he asked. I explained that I was en route to Madrid as part of a student exchange program and had made a huge mistake. My then boyfriend had slipped a handheld recording device into my carry on. The voice on the tape blurted “I love you”.
Two years later I returned to Spain to visit my friends. After a day of walking around the Alhambra and feasting on tapas, we danced to the songs of musicians we had stumbled across in a square. The figure walking towards me was blurry but I recognised his voice. “The airport in Germany!” he announced. We talked about coincidences and parted ways.
In 2006, I spent 5 months traveling through India. Arms out, spinning on the white marble of the Taj Mahal, I was interrupted by him again. “You’re kidding, right?” he said. We spoke, this time more awkwardly, about the size of the world and again parted.
Two years later, I was saying my goodbyes in Toronto. I would be moving to Berlin the following week and we had a table in the back of Ted’s Bar on College Street. Moving through the crowd, arms above head, I held a bottle and two glasses in each hand. “Soul mate! You’re my soulmate!” he bellowed from across the room. That night I learnt that he was a photographer and that we had several friends in common. When it was time to leave I shouted “Brazil 2010!” in his direction and winked once before exiting. I never made it to Brazil but have heard through the grapevine that his photos of Rio are unbelievable.