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Originally posted on pur4103:

I attended the Journalism Interactive conference this past weekend at the Hippodrome in downtown Gainesville. Despite the fact that journalists and pr practitioners occupy specific camps, the conference introduced me to some great new ideas and concepts relative to all those in mass communications. The content focused on data, design, mobile and participation.

Infographics

Alberto Cairo gave an amazing presentation on The Functional Art: Design and Infographics. What I took away from the presentation was the idea that infographics should clarify, not simplify. Cairo defined an infographic as a “visual representation of evidence, a tool for analysis, communication, and understanding.” He then illustrated the idea that an infographic is not just numbers with cute graphics, but should show trends, with form related to probable function. Cairo’s software recommendation for rookie infographic designers is Tableau.

I also came away with a bunch of new books to check out:…

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Creative Sense of Humor Kenya’s Presidential Debate

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Trust a Kenyan’s sense of humor and creativity to turn The First ever Presidential Debate to laughter remedy.

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Originally posted on Gigaom:

Looking to make a new purchase from Amazon, Sony, or Xbox? How about making your purchase through a tweet? A new partnership between Twitter and American Express will allow users to connect their American Express credit cards through the Twitter site and then make purchases from select retailers, the Wall Street Journal is reporting.

Items up for sale through Twitter include American Express gift cards, Amazon Kindle Fire tablets, and Donna Karan jewelry, according to the Journal. Twitter has not yet responded with a comment on the partnership, but a press release from American Express explains how the hashtag purchases will work:

“American Express Cardmembers who sync their eligible Cards at sync.americanexpress.com/twitter and tweet special #hashtags can buy American Express Gift Cards and products from Amazon, Sony, Urban Zen and Xbox 360. American Express’ proprietary Card Sync technology powers the experience. Card Sync first launched on Twitter last March to deliver couponless savings to Cardmembers…

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First Polycom High Definition Telepresence in Kenya

Guests enjoy the telepresence session with Mr. Andrea Recupero of Polycom in Milan at AccessKenya’s Telepresence solution launch at the Tribe Hotel.

Leading Corporate Internet Solutions and IT services Provider AccessKenya Group in partnership with Polycom through its Certified Reseller in the East African region – Sight & Sound Limited – have deployed the first High Definition Telepresence solution at Nairobi’s Tribe Hotel. The telepresence solution is a technology that allows for a feeling of real presence in virtual meetings and is set to elevate Tribe hotel’s global standing as a premier business tourism facility in the region. The solution allows people in different offices around the world to meet virtually via video call and transact business irrespective of distance.

Publishers, your shares data is wrong (part one of two)

Originally posted on Gigaom:

Social is the new SEO.

SEO is still a major traffic driver for publishers, but search is slowly losing its grip — constituting less than 50 percent of traffic sent to publishers — to an exploding number of social referrers. But, as publishers turn to social insights to optimize content and fuel site revenue, they run into a big problem. The data that they’re looking at to make these high and low-level decisions about social is inaccurate.

As the CEO of Parse.ly, a data and analytics platform provider for large-scale content sites, I’ve worked with teams from some of the biggest online publishers to resolve their data challenges. Social shares comprise a new data source that presents technical complexity specific to this market, and I have watched my company’s customers struggle with poor data leading to the wrong decisions.

Historically, publishers lamented over “fly-bys,” readers who discovered a site…

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Wildlife Cameras Capture Austrian Politician Having Forest Sex

Originally posted on NewsFeed:

Wildlife cameras are set up to capture images of animals in their natural habitat. But in Austria, they recorded a politician having sex in the woods.

The unnamed politician from the Austrian state of Carinthia chose the wrong spot for his intimate moment among the damp leaves and ants — right in front of hidden cameras owned by southern Austria’s Carinthian Hunting Society.

The incident has set off a debate about privacy in Austria and whether wildlife cameras should be allowed to operate unmarked. One data-protection activist says the cameras pose a threat to people’s rights. The cameras should “at least be marked with signs,” Hans Zeger, head of ARGE Daten, an NGO focused on data protection, told Der Spiegel. This would enable people in the forest to “adjust their behavior and avoid the monitored areas.”

(MORE:Top 10 Political Sex Scandals)

The Carinthian society says labeling the…

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Raped by My “Dad” Now I’m HIV+ Broken Dreams of a Kenyan Girl

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David Liuija Massimiliano Founder L’Alba Rehab Centre explains how Pauline came to the centre

I was driven to illicit drugs after being raped by my Dad, I’m now HIV positve  cant tell if i got it though sharing Heroin needles or prostitution”

 

 “Dreadful, painful and agonizing events occurred in my life, these events will never fade away, the ghosts of my teen have haunted me all my life. I was betrayed by the one person I should have trusted the most, my Step Father”, said Pauline Wanjiku.

Pauline was born and bred in Githuthurai, Nairobi, in a family of four,  to a single mother. As a child, she grew up in a God fearing family unit. Never lacked any thing her mum single handedly raised them. “My mum married my step dad when I was just 14years. At first i was excited since finally i would have a father figure in the family.” said  soft spoken Pauline . My step dad turned out to be overly loving showering me with gifts and money, then one day when mother was away, i realized that the niceties i was getting had ulterior motive ,my step-father  sexually abused me and raped me “ she paused,  tears running down freely down her cheeks.

At this point i was lost for words in my entire career i have never been this jolted , my collegue Diana Moraa was equally dazed offered Pauline a hankie wiped her tears then held her hand and walked Pauline to the beach nearby while comforting her. Amid sobs Pauline continued “How could my dad rape me,  I trusted him? , my virginity had been raped away from me with his firm grip of hands over my eyes and mouth. The defilement took place daily at our  home. I kept putting off telling anybody about what had happened because I was afraid that nobody would believe me, I suffered in silence and agony. “ Pauline explained sadly

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Pauline Wanjiku shows the scars She got from injecting Heroin

I later gathered courage and told my mother about this incident but, when she confronted him, he denied ever having done the barbaric acts to me. Shock dawned on me when my own mother never believing me and whipped silly accusing me of lying. tormented, dejected, i was alone each night crying myself to sleep dreading the beastly acts when mum would be away.

This really affected my studies i was so traumatized, my heart became detached from all human love. Living through the shame of abuse from a person i call my dad, left me feeling  filthy and scared, how could he take away my womanhood.I became rebellious in school and  alcohol was my only solace to face the daily brutal ordeals. I even started absconding school and was expelled from school for gross misconduct. My mother with advice from my step dad took me to a rehab centre in Malindi where i stayed for three months. There i met and flirted with a boy which was against the rules and we ended up being punished with hard labour at  rehab centre.  We eloped and both in the flight of passion soon relapsed into alcoholism, he then introduced me to hard drugs. i was only16-years-old when I first smoked heroin it was totally in love with heroin and how it treated me. It caressed my soul with gentle floods of warmth in an ecstatic union of love. Heroin seemed so friendly. I had never felt so good before an out of this world feeling. I felt so free, so alive, so in control, so happy and carefree.

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Inside a Drug den in Mombas

But after the heroin wore off the side effects were  an experience i never want anyone to go through. My body was so itchy, dry and  patched mouth, i was feeling so cold yet the sun was blazing hot. Dizzy spells, clouded vision, no eating or drinking, vomiting, diarrhoea, Hallucination, Insomnia, and body shocks. This forced me turn to prostitution to get money for buying my daily doses .  In comfort of  the drug dens i found love and care, my fellow drug addicts were my family, we shared basically everything from food, clothes and best of all snorted , smoked and shared needles to inject the much sought after drugs.

In reality, my life was ruined as I became a relentless chaser of my own lost life.  For two years life became so hard as i had to take care of my lazy boyfriend and our very costly drug lifestyle. Prostitution and heroin were the only life I had in me. When I did not have Heroin i sunk deep into depression, empty darkness would straightaway engulf me and leave me only what could alleviate my aching hurt heart . I visited L’Alba rehabilitation centres so many times as it was the only free rehab centre in Malindi, but all was in vain as i kept running away soon after i felt a little better. I began to see myself as a totally hopeless case. I would inject heroin countless times a day from whatever time I awoke from the sweet highness of the drug. This become my daily routine only punctuated by bouts of prostitution. One day i became so severely ill for about two weeks, i could not be able to go out, eat or get energy to sell my body to raise money. I was evicted from the guest house at night which had been my home for about two years since i could not pay rent and all my personal belongings consficated by the landlord. I was left clad on only in a leso to cover my nakedness. Weak and helpless, drowned in deep thought and stinging pain, it  finally dawned on me I had nowhere to go.

The mere thought of going to live in the drug den was out of the question, i opted to walk 5Km to L’Alba Rehab Centre in Malindi, David Liuija Massimiliano received  me clothed me and took me to hospital. Tears rolled freely, i came to my senses three days after admission, i was diagnosed with Tuberculosis and tested positive for HIV. I cant tell if i got it though sharing Heroin needles or prostitution, I hit rock bottom, how could i be HIV+ I’m only 18years old, i contemplated suicide, my life was fading away right in front of my eyes. I had vivid hallucinations and heard voices from past memories I never wanted to tell anyone my story.

I got re-admitted back to the rehab centre with warm hands, I’m now one months drug free. I want to thank God, David Liuija Massimiliano of L’Alba Rehab Centre and Kenya Red Cross for supporting my treatment and rehabilitation program at the centre,  I now feel loved again. “The ability of people to heal from a damaging experience is related to their ability to confront their own feelings of fear, terror, anger, rage, confusion, helplessness, and vulnerability” said Pauline Wanjiku “ I felt so helpless , still emotionally upset. sometimes I do not want to talk, I just want to cry and I feel so unclean. People do not understand the severity of rape until it happens to them or one of their family members. It is so hurtful to see violence happening every day including rape.  It hurts even more to see people we trust like our parents sitting and not acting, but guarding this secret with their lives.” She continued while we walked on the beach. “ I would like to conclude with one message to young girls, this is in the hope that somebody is really listening out there. There is NO happiness in DRUGS, it is pure illusion! Don’t be cheated! HIV is real”

Pauline Wanjiku is now, a recovering addict is undergoing  a detoxification programme at the Malindi District Hospital and Rehab and counselling at La Alba centre.  By the time we went to press, she was one month free of drugs. She hopes to go back to school and pursue her education and become a Lawyer to champion , child defilement cases . Once fully recovered Pauline wants to become Kenya Red Cross Volunteer and Harm reduction facilitator to mentor Youth on the dangers of Drug Abuse and HIV/AIDS.

La’Alba Rehabilitation Centre  which is located at beach front fishermen village near Malindi  district headquarters is supported by the Kenya Red Cross Harm Reduction project in Mombasa. Kenya Red Cross with funding from IFRC has scaled up,  harm reduction services to coastal residents that save lives and slow the transmission of HIV and other blood-borne and sexually-transmitted infections. Phase one of the Harm Reduction project started early this year with a main focus on prevention of harm related to drug and substance Abuse. High incidence of drug abuse has been noted in most parts of Coast Province with alarming rates in Kwale, Kilifi, Mombasa, Malindi and Lamu. The most affected age group is the youth and young adults who are the reproductive and economically dependent age group of the community. The project has Improved community knowledge, attitudes and practices as regards drug and substance abuse thus promote positive behaviour change in schools, Colleges, communities and Prison. Kenya Red Cross aims to reduce level of stigma associated with drug and substance abuse and facilitate social reintegration for drug abusers who have undergone treatment and rehabilitation program.

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L’Alba Rehab Centre in Malindi which has 25 bed capacity,

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Recovery addicts literature is an invaluable source of help for members, potential members, and those who want to help addicts.

If Men could Menstruate by Gloria Steinen

What would happen, for instance, if suddenly, magically, men could menstruate and women could not?

The answer is clear – menstruation would become an enviable, boast-worthy, masculine event:

Men would brag about how long and how much.

Boys would mark the onset of menses, that longed-for proof of manhood, with religious ritual and stag parties.

Congress would fund a National Institute of Dysmenorrhea to help stamp out monthly discomforts.

Sanitary supplies would be federally funded and free. (Of course, some men would still pay for the prestige of commercial brands such as John Wayne Tampons, Muhammad Ali’s Rope-a-dope Pads, Joe Namath Jock Shields – “For Those Light Bachelor Days,” and Robert “Baretta” Blake Maxi-Pads.)

Military men, right-wing politicians, and religious fundamentalists would cite menstruation (“men-struation”) as proof that only men could serve in the Army (“you have to give blood to take blood”), occupy political office (“can women be aggressive without that steadfast cycle governed by the planet Mars?”), be priest and ministers (“how could a woman give her blood for our sins?”) or rabbis (“without the monthly loss of impurities, women remain unclean”).

Male radicals, left-wing politicians, mystics, however, would insist that women are equal, just different, and that any woman could enter their ranks if she were willing to self-inflict a major wound every month (“you MUST give blood for the revolution”), recognize the preeminence of menstrual issues, or subordinate her selfness to all men in their Cycle of Enlightenment. Street guys would brag (“I’m a three pad man”) or answer praise from a buddy (“Man, you lookin’ good!”) by giving fives and saying, “Yeah, man, I’m on the rag!” TV shows would treat the subject at length. (“Happy Days”: Richie and Potsie try to convince Fonzie that he is still “The Fonz,” though he has missed two periods in a row.) So would newspapers. (SHARK SCARE THREATENS MENSTRUATING MEN. JUDGE CITES MONTHLY STRESS IN PARDONING RAPIST.) And movies. (Newman and Redford in “Blood Brothers”!)

Men would convince women that intercourse was more pleasurable at “that time of the month.” Lesbians would be said to fear blood and therefore life itself – though probably only because they needed a good menstruating man.

Of course, male intellectuals would offer the most moral and logical arguments. How could a woman master any discipline that demanded a sense of time, space, mathematics, or measurement, for instance, without that in-built gift for measuring the cycles of the moon and planets – and thus for measuring anything at all? In the rarefied fields of philosophy and religion, could women compensate for missing the rhythm of the universe? Or for their lack of symbolic death-and-resurrection every month?

Liberal males in every field would try to be kind: the fact that “these people” have no gift for measuring life or connecting to the universe, the liberals would explain, should be punishment enough.

And how would women be trained to react? One can imagine traditional women agreeing to all arguments with a staunch and smiling masochism. (“The ERA would force housewives to wound themselves every month”: Phyllis Schlafly. “Your husband’s blood is as sacred as that of Jesus – and so sexy, too!”: Marabel Morgan.) Reformers and Queen Bees would try to imitate men, and pretend to have a monthly cycle. All feminists would explain endlessly that men, too, needed to be liberated from the false idea of Martian aggressiveness, just as women needed to escape the bonds of menses envy. Radical feminist would add that the oppression of the nonmenstrual was the pattern for all other oppressions (“Vampires were our first freedom fighters!”) Cultural feminists would develop a bloodless imagery in art and literature. Socialist feminists would insist that only under capitalism would men be able to monopolize menstrual blood . . . .

In fact, if men could menstruate, the power justifications could probably go on forever.

If we let them.

Source If Men could Menstruate by Gloria Steinen.

Sexing the Game in Kenya

With the ever swelling interest in Sports and lifestyle whilst no medium in place to fuse these in one package, we saw the need the fill this gap by coming up with this brashly confident and self-assured publication – blending Sports and Lifestyle

Time-Out magazine is funneled at active men and women who strive to go faster, further, and higher. The editorial span appeals to elite men and women in their prime 25-45yrs who want to live life to the fullest, from recent college grads to business executives.

Printed Bi Monthly, the outsized glossy feel gives emphasis to explosive action photography, hard-hitting editorial, insightful interviews and in-depth coverage of the personalities and products that represent the best of sports, informative thought-provoking articles on Lifestyle. And chock-full of the subjects Men and women love most: beautiful women, Rides, Fashion ,Trends and Latest gadgets.

Watch this space

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