When I first started blogging back in 2007, I searched for domain names but with a name like Andy Johnson, was unable to find anything related to my actual name. I had worked on a project at one point called “Just Alaska” and one day it occurred to me that “Just Andy” was not only available but worked quite well because I don’t have a middle name and am literally just Andy.
As a domain name, JustAndyBlog.com has served me well. When I learned that the .blog top level domain would become available in late 2016, I began to think that AndyJohnson.blog might actually be the perfect domain for my personal site since my name is easier to remember and .blog describes the purpose of the site.
Over the past few years, I’ve come to believe that the days when having the .com for your site name was critical are going to eventually be a part of internet history. A domain name with a specific extension like .blog or .photo replaces wasted characters like .com with names that describe the intent of the site.
My new domain names are implemented and the old links are setup to redirect. I’m now at AndyJohnson.blog for links to recent work and occasional articles on the adventurous life. I also post longer form photo stories at AndyJohnson.photo. The two sites are designed as similarly as their respective feature sets allow to give the sense of a single web presence across both sites.
After spending some time at Squarespace, I’m back to WordPress and looking forward to engaging here. Have you ever considered changing domain names for your site? Let me know and I would be happy to chat about my experience with this transition and what I learned along the way.
A few months back I captured some headshots for Thaninee Akranavaseri. A rare Los Angeles downpour cut our time short but here are a few of the photos that we were able to capture before the rain shut us down. If you are interested in head shots, feel free to contact me here
“Do you support Chelsea or Man U?” The question was framed as though it was inevitable that I must be a fan of one of the two best football teams in the English Premier League. I had watched a documentary on the Manchester United during a recent flight so I told my new Kenyan friend that I was a Man U fan.
This encounter during one of my first evenings in Nairobi initiated a series of discoveries about football, or soccer as we call it in the US, that have culminated in the following observations about the 2014 World Cup. Many have written about the cultural and sociological reasons behind why Americans are so much less interested in the most popular sport throughout most of the world. I would like to discuss some of the reasons I think that we are becoming more interested in international football than ever.
What would you like to do for your birthday? she asked. I had no idea at the time how complex this question was. Throwing out a number of ideas, some realistic and some silly, she casually included learning to fly. It didn’t begin to occur to me that learning to fly was a serious suggestion.
A few months later Bethany mentioned that she had purchased a surprise excursion that we had to use before the middle of May. When I finally discovered what we were doing I asked why we didn’t do so over my birthday like she had originally intended. “When I asked if you wanted to learn to fly you didn’t answer,” she replied.
Bethany had purchased a flight over LA from Justice Aviation in which we would both have a chance to take off, land and maneuver the plane in the air, under the supervision of a pilot. Bethany took her turn first, taking off from Santa Monica and flying along the coast of Malibu. The views were breathtaking and I sat in the back capturing photos and videos of the experience.
After landing, we switched places and I helped fly the plane over Los Angeles, by the Hollywood sign and around downtown. It was an exhilarating experience to adjust the controls on the plane and to feel it respond. The pilot was engaging and loved to fly. What an amazing way to explore the city that we would move to only six months later!
While preparing for my last trip to East Africa, I reached out for advice from a man who cares for orphaned children living with AIDS in Uganda. Taking advantage of the time that he was living in San Diego while pursuing a Ph.D., we met up to discuss the water project that I was embarking upon in Kenya. After talking through a variety of approaches to the project, I will never forget the advice that he left me with. “Just do something.”
I’ve spent much of the past several years trying to figure out why it takes me so long to get anything done. The objectives that matter most to me always seem to be stuck in a holding pattern. I’m starting to realize that these indefinite holds have much to do with misunderstanding the relationship between clarity and courage.
I remember the day when I pulled a magazine off the shelf at Barnes and Noble and started reading an article about how to start a blog. It described the basics steps involved in joining Blogspot and creating your first post. I was living in Homer, Alaska at the time as part of a two week visit that turned into a year-long stay.
Homer is a town of about five thousand people and nicknamed “The End of the Road” because it is the farthest western town connected by road to the rest of North America. Visiting Anchorage, a four-hour drive away, gave us a chance to catch up on what we had missed at the end of the road and the biggest bookstore around was always a must-visit.
Someone once told me that the older you get the faster time goes by. Every passing year seems to make this statement truer than ever. We often try to figure out how long ago something occurred and realizing that it was longer ago than we thought, we say, “Wow! Time flies, huh?”
The speed of time can often make us feel that our lives are out of our own control. Life doesn’t seem to slow down long enough to let us exert intention and control over how we spend our time. This makes the future come so quick that we don’t formulate a plan in time to handle it. It also makes the past seem so distant that we fail to reflect upon what has happened to us. Both planning and reflecting require intentional effort.
A few years ago my family came up with a bizarre idea for a New Years tradition. Each year one of us chooses a subject, we all build it out of Popsicle sticks and then burn it to the ground at midnight. The first few years we built the Eiffel Tower, a hot air balloon and a Trojan horse large enough for a child to sit on its back.
This year it was my turn to decide what we would build so I chose an old ship modeled after the Santa Maria. At first I worried that it would be too complicated but I shouldn’t have doubted my family’s creative talent.
Back in the mid-90s, there was a band called East to West that sang a song that said, “I want to live like I’m leaving.” The idea in these lyrics has never left me. How different would our lives be if we lived as though we were leaving? Although the song referenced leaving this life for eternity, I have been thinking about living like I’m leaving the places that I take for granted now.
The reality is that we are leaving. We’re leaving jobs, cities, friends, family and eventually this life. Wherever we are in our lives, it is only a matter of time before we will leave. We often act as though we have all the time in the world to enjoy places, try new adventures and express our love for the people in our lives. Living like we’re leaving means making the most of the time that we have wherever we are at in life.
During our last trip to Kenya at the end of 2012, we set out to find products in Nairobi’s markets that would interest people back home. Most of the souvenirs that you find would be interesting primarily to tourists who’ve visited the region. Our hope was to find products that people would buy because they wanted them, rather than just because they wanted to help our cause.
With the help of some local advice and Rebekah’s excellent taste, we found tea, bracelets, handmade bags and fabric to make additional products. We nearly sold out of everything at our first event, the Flood Church Christmas Shoppe in 2012. This year a friend traveled back to Kenya and brought us two boxes of goods.
Our products received another great response at this year’s Christmas Collective. We made sure to have more than we needed this year so that we could post the rest of our products online. Today we are excited to launch our new Yadumu Project Online Shop. 100% of the profits from our products will go toward the water project in Rakwaro, Kenya. We also have a new donate page so if you want to contribute but aren’t interested in purchasing any products, you can donate here.
Our products are a combination of items that we found in Kenya and collaborations with businesses that we admire like A Well Traveled Brand, Fait la Force, Leaf & Kettle and Coffee & Tea Collective. We hope you find something that you love. Thank you for supporting our efforts to bring clean water to Rakwaro!
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