by Andrew Quitmeyer | Apr 16, 2016 | Andrew Quitmeyer, Blog The Philippines, The Philippines
Once I land in the Philippines (after a 30+ hour series of flights from Atlanta), I have 29 days to fit in as much as I can. So I have to hit the ground running. Luckily we managed to assemble an awesome team before I left! Loushan (Yatta): Logistics Lead Loushan has...
by Andrew Quitmeyer | Apr 10, 2016 | Andrew Quitmeyer, Blog The Philippines, The Philippines
In March, I had both my first scouting trip for the Arts Incubator as well as my first experience ever with life, culture, and nature in the Philippines, and more specifically, in Dumaguete. As an outsider, I wanted to collect my initial impressions of this...
by Andrew Quitmeyer | Jan 28, 2016 | Andrew Quitmeyer, Blog The Philippines, The Philippines
Orientation is fast and crazy. ZERO1 is a triumph of biting deep into projects and rolling with what you are actually able to accomplish. Big public projects almost always need to play by a certain set of rules. People aren’t going to give you money unless you can...
by Andrew Quitmeyer | Jan 2, 2016 | Andrew Quitmeyer, Blog The Philippines, The Philippines
I’m just starting up a new adventure with art, technology, and the natural environment in the Philippines. It’s a project managed by ZERO1 in partnership with the U.S. State Department’s Bureau of Educational and Cultural Affairs! The goal will be to launch several...
by Felipe Castelblanco | May 7, 2015 | Blog The Philippines, Felipe Castelblanco, The Philippines
Today is my last day in the Philippines. A few hours ago I landed in Manila, after waiting for over an hour while the Presidential airplane was landing at the Bacolod airport. I was already installed in my airplane seat, all buckled-up, and through the tiny window I...
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by Felipe Castelblanco | Apr 20, 2015 | Blog The Philippines, Felipe Castelblanco, The Philippines
It’s a hot Saturday afternoon and I feel my voice resonate strongly inside my chest while my hearing still recovers from the pressurized cabin of the airplane. I can even hear an echo leaking through the century-old walls of the Negros Museum in Bacolod… Well, the...
