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Who I am

Friday, January 5th, 2018


that’s a good question. my name is dan and I’m happy with a three letter name. i reside outside of toronto, canada. i grew up in ajax and now my life has pushed me a bit north of the city. i have been reborn outside a 23 year old relationship that has given me two beautiful kids. my daughter is in Grade 11 and my son will be following her footsteps in a couple of years.

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being on my own has made my life a little blurry… i always have a smile on my face.

things i like in no order: music, coffee, red wine,ben howard, photography, my laptop, women, hollywood redheads, passenger, bon iver, mumford, strumbellas, tiny houses, my camera, mixtapes, freckles, road trips, cafe’s, burgers, salads, movies, instagam, twitter, evernote, ifttt, tennis, raptors, blue jays, downtown toronto, new streets to explore, the rules of a gentleman, sushi, tumblr, blogging, basketball, nike, camping, youtube, love songs, my bike, walking, tents, sleeping bags, facebook, smell of a campfire, grilled cheese, finding new music, ipods, showers, soundhound, long baths with music, doing plan “b” if plan “a” does not work, kissing, black & white photography, MEC, JCrew, smelly candles, old spice swagger, cereal, dr. pepper, did i say freckles?, smiles on people, couchsurfing, kiva, imdb, queen west, king west, cnd women’s soccer + basketball teams, skype with my dad + kids, “over” app, driving on country roads, dinner out, one second everyday video project,  beer on a patio, making love on the living room floor, sunglasses, smell of perfume, tfc soccer, photographing people in love, the scent of a woman’s skin, making videos of my kids, red rocket street cars in the summer, my kids smiles, day-dreaming, the voices of my children, documenting everything, being positive, cats, dogs, pizza, jordan, connecting with old friends, remembering high school, cuddling in tents, hiking, forests, streams, clouds, micro beers, trying new things, driving new roads, hugs, reflection, coffee w/ people, alone time, swimming, playing tag, hide + seek, restaurants, crossing the boarder, quotes, julianne moore, thinking of little miss sweetness, my workout music, flip flops, polica, shorts, t-shirts, hoodies, mazda’s, pasta, fireworks, canada’s wonderland, being near water, trail running, jeans and i could type and type and type. did i say freckles?


when moving in to a little apartment on my own in 2012… i got rid of so many things. i lived lighter. i lived without cable television and it didn’t bother me. i started to loose weight and got rid of many of the clothes i used to wear. (i still have a ways to go) I looked at all the things I took with me and thought about what do i really need. yes i have two rubbermaid tubs with some keepsakes that it’s hard for me to part with.

life is a process + a journey.

i have many untold stories. i know what it’s like to go without things & get rid of things and live simple.

one of the most powerful things i have is my mind. i am so happy with my mind and my thoughts and outlook on life. it never fails me. never lets me down.

i am a positive person that is blessed and so thankful for everything that i have.

i am the type of person that is excited for today. excited for tomorrow.

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i love being outside. i want my kids to love to explore, learn and discover the world around them + far away. i don’t want them to be stuck playing video games. i want them to have memories. i want them to be kids even as they grow into adults. i want to run, laugh, be silly.

i want to be bent over from trying to breathe since i’m laughing so hard and my eyes are watering.

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i am now starting my second life. i’m excited about it and scared. i feel that if i just scale back and live in something that i can own, pay off completely and reduce my monthly living expenses… i can have a bigger life with more money, time and freedom while supporting my kids.

i also think that living with less will give me more.

i will appreciate what i have and also have only the things i truly need in life. i would rather have more money to travel, explore and go on little mini adventures.

i would rather clean the house in 15 minutes and then go out somewhere with my kids and enjoy life.

i want to spend my time with four people. myself | my kids | my future love | my friends

i want to be more active. i would rather go to the gym each morning to lightly workout everyday, connect with news while doing so and shower/shave + get dressed and go to work or out for the day. i want to be healthy. i want to eat better. eat very simple foods.

i want to learn more about the environment and my footprint. i want to have the kids learn from me.

in my lifetime… i would like my kids to be able to tell people in the future that they have gone camping at every provincial park in ontario.

1-tumblr_m0l8rkNrk51qcck88o1_500I would love to find this above. don’t know if i will… but it will be fun to try.

1-tiny life2the kids are excited. dad lives in a clubhouse! lol how cool is that.

life can be simple.

i would rather have a couple of things i truly love than to have a house full of crap that i don’t use or touch.

i don’t need anything big to show off to people.

What I’m building

i just need to have something that is for me and my kids. I want to spend my time when i am away from my kids when they are with their mother with my friends and my future love. I miss having someone to connect with on a higher level. i miss someone to love and be loved back. don’t we all want that? i miss many things like that. i know it will come. it’s exciting to try and meet new people.

i have no idea if you know who i am… feel free to type me a email or call out to me. i’m not shy. hell… let’s meet up for coffee. have a question… just ask.

Happy New Year!

Sunday, December 31st, 2017

Happy New Year!  Quiet Holiday’s.  Looking forward to a new year and trying to blog more and document things on this little personal blog.  Happy New Year!  – jsdoit

Making | Minimalism | The Film

Monday, May 8th, 2017


what a wonderful little doc.  simple and powerful.  i found Matt who directed and filmed it inspiring how he tackled this project.  he created a little series about the film and i wanted to share it.

the film is on netflix so please get a chance to share it.  they visited Toronto for a special little screening.


you can view the trailer and watch the little segments about the making of the film.


Falling In Love In Six Acts

Sunday, February 5th, 2017


In the summer of 1993… Nike had this pull out in women’s magazines.  This one was in Vanity Fair and I was reading it in Karen’s room and I remember I ripped out the pages.  I remember many women loved this spread.  I’m always an ekin.  It’s one of the most effective ads geared towards women.  It was a 12 page ad… which was wild.

At the bottom is a man reading it all in the YouTube vid.







Wired Writer Evan Ratliff Tried to Vanish: Here’s What Happened

Tuesday, November 22nd, 2016



This story is about a 40min read.  I would highly recommend reading it here with photos and video.  This story is one that I’m always sharing and wondering how impossible it would be to fall off the grid. 

August 13, 6:40 PM: I’m driving East out of San Francisco on I-80, fleeing my life under the cover of dusk. Having come to the interstate by a circuitous route, full of quick turns and double backs, I’m reasonably sure that no one is following me. I keep checking the rearview mirror anyway. From this point on, there’s no such thing as sure. Being too sure will get me caught.


I had intended to flee in broad daylight, but when you are going on the lam, there are a surprising number of last-minute errands to run. This morning, I picked up a set of professionally designed business cards for my fake company under my fake name, James Donald Gatz. I drove to a Best Buy, where I bought two prepaid cell phones with cash and then put a USB cord on my credit card — an arbitrary dollar amount I hoped would confuse investigators, who would scan my bill and wonder what gadgetry I had purchased. An oil change for my car was another head fake. Who would think that a guy about to sell his car would spend $60 at Oil Can Henry’s?

I already owned a couple of prepaid phones; I left one of the new ones with my girlfriend and mailed the other to my parents — giving them an untraceable way to contact me in emergencies. I bought some Just for Men beard-and-mustache dye at a drugstore. My final stop was the bank, to draw a $477 cashier’s check. It’s payment for rent on an anonymous office in Las Vegas, which is where I need to deliver the check by midday tomorrow.

Crossing the Bay Bridge, I glance back for a last nostalgic glimpse of the skyline. Then I reach over, slide the back cover off my cell phone, and pop out the battery. A cell phone with a battery inside is a cell phone that’s trackable.

About 25 minutes later, as the California Department of Transportation database will record, my green 1999 Honda Civic, California plates 4MUN509, passes through the tollbooth on the far side of the Carquinez Bridge, setting off the FasTrak toll device, and continues east toward Lake Tahoe.

What the digital trail will not reflect is that a few miles past the bridge I pull off the road, detach the FasTrak, and stuff it into the duffle bag in my trunk, where its signal can’t be detected. Nor will it note that I then double back on rural roads to I-5 and drive south through the night, cutting east at Bakersfield. There will be no digital record that at 4 am I hit Primm, Nevada, a sad little gambling town about 40 minutes from Vegas, where $15 cash gets me a room with a view of a gravel pile.

“Author Evan Ratliff Is on the Lam. Locate Him and Win $5,000.”
—, August 14, 2009 5:38 pm

Officially it will be another 24 hours before the manhunt begins. That’s when Wired‘s announcement of my disappearance will be posted online. It coincides with the arrival on newsstands of the September issue of the magazine, which contains a page of mugshot-like photos of me, eyes slightly vacant. The premise is simple: I will try to vanish for a month and start over under a new identity.Wired readers, or whoever else happens upon the chase, will try to find me.

The idea for the contest started with a series of questions, foremost among them: How hard is it to vanish in the digital age? Long fascinated by stories of faked deaths, sudden disappearances, and cat-and-mouse games between investigators and fugitives, I signed on to write a story forWired about people who’ve tried to end one life and start another. People fret about privacy, but what are the consequences of giving it all up, I wondered. What can investigators glean from all the digital fingerprints we leave behind? You can be anybody you want online, sure, but can you reinvent yourself in real life?

It’s one thing to report on the phenomenon of people disappearing. But to really understand it, I figured that I had to try it myself. So I decided to vanish. I would leave behind my loved ones, my home, and my name. I wasn’t going off the grid, dropping out to live in a cabin. Rather, I would actually try to drop my life and pick up another.

Wired offered a $5,000 bounty — $3,000 of which would come out of my own pocket — to anyone who could locate me between August 15 and September 15, say the password “fluke,” and take my picture. Nicholas Thompson, my editor, would have complete access to information that a private investigator hired to find me might uncover: my real bank accounts, credit cards, phone records, social networking accounts, and email. I’d give Thompson my friends’ contact information so he could conduct interviews. He would parcel out my personal details online, available to whichever amateur or professional investigators chose to hunt for me. To add a layer of intrigue, Wired hired the puzzle creators at Lone Shark Games to help structure the contest.


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A Loss For Words | The Kids

Friday, February 26th, 2016


People that know me… know that things have gone from bad to worse with my ex.  Things were perfect and last summer after going camping with them for a week… things went nuts.

Don’t Tell Mom We Are Camping from Dan Deveau on Vimeo.

Looks like we had a great time.  After that.  She would not answer her phone.  She would not let them call me.  She would not let me call them to talk to them.  She just closed up.

I was suspose to have them for another week to fly them down to Nova Scotia so they can visit their Grandfather.  She would not answer any messages.  I could not book airfare since I didn’t know what was going on.  I had to ask work to push my week vacation since I didn’t want to waste it and I had to take it in November when the kids were in school.   I then flew to Nova Scotia alone to see my Dad.  I wish she didn’t have to wreck that.


Why is she doing this?



She won’t let the kids have messaging apps on their devices.  They don’t have wifi at home.  It’s impossible to message them.  The odd time I get lucky and my daughter connects somewhere like Tim Hortons.


You have no idea when I see her type back.  It feels like Christmas morning.


I’m at a loss for words.  I miss them so much.  It’s just not right.



I miss her.  I miss him.  I am totally shut out of their lives.


I always hear nothing back.  I can send one message per day and do that for 16 days in a row and I don’t get nothing back.  Not a time that I can call them.

It’s just not right.



I’m so frustrated.  I can’t see them.  I can’t communicate with them.  I can’t see how they are doing.  I can’t tell them I love them.  What happens if something happens to me.  What happens if a Drunk Driver kills me in a car crash?  Why does it have to be like this?  It’s one of the reasons I have this blog and make videos.  If something happens to me… it’s the only memories they have of me.  I just wish I could see and talk to them.

I’m at a loss for words.

What do they think?

I know they know that I can’t call them.

They know the reason that when they ask their Mom what the phone number of the landline in the house is and she says “she doesn’t know it”… they know.  They know that she doesn’t want to tell them the phone number that she thinks they will tell me the number and that I can call them.

Why is it so wrong not to allow them to talk to me on a phone?  Does that hurt them?

No… the Mom knows it hurts me.  That’s why.  That’s why it’s a private unlisted number so her Mother and her Sister can call her.  It’s just not right.

How come she calls the police if I show up and knock on the door and ask if they can come out so I can talk to them.  She has done that 3 times.  The last time there was a woman police officer and she could not believe it.  Before I left I asked her if she can go to their Mom and ask her if I can talk to them for 5 minutes.  The Mom said no.

I’m glad she called the police so I could go to the station and get a copy of the police report since it’s proof how stupid this is.

I’m at a loss for words.  Today… I typed a little.

I now have to waste money fighting in courts for her to allow me to talk to them and for her to let me see them and spend time with them.

I honestly don’t know how to put this into words…