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Tropical Islands Resort | Krausnick, Germany

Wednesday, November 8th, 2017

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In Germany… just about a hour south of Berlin is this gem.  This building is the fifth largest usable space by volume and it was established in 2004.  After Casey made a little video about it has become popular with North American’s coming across the ocean to check it out.

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It’s open at 6am and it doesn’t really close.  People swim in the pools all night long.  At 1am if you are still inside you are charged for another day.  There is accommodations all around on the inside and the outside of the park in the summer time with trailers and cabins to rent.  Inside is bunkie’s and tents.  The Sauna area is by gender and it’s a protected nude area.  You can wear a towel if you want.

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Two balloons you can tour the park in.  One of them is walked as you circle the resort and one of them will drift around.  The place is massive.  Price for a tent that sleeps 4 is 157 euros and that includes the cost of the water park for the two days.  That’s the cost for Chantal, Noah and myself when you stay a Sunday or 200 euros for another day.  Tents are lockable and you also can store valuables in lockers in the change rooms.  You can take a train from Berlin and it’s a 7min walk from the train station or you can take the shuttle.

Can’t wait to hit this waterpark with the kids.  You can view Casey’s video of him and Owen checking out the waterpark here.

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Casey In Toronto

Tuesday, October 3rd, 2017

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Casey did the keynote at BufferFestival in Toronto on the weekend so I picked up some tickets to see the short films after Casey’s talk.

( I loved Melanie Murphy’s short film about abortion and the struggle women in Ireland face  BTW at Buffer Festival)

The kids went downtown Toronto since we were going to hit the all night art fest.  I’m a Casey fan on how he documents things and his storytelling.  This past July… he did a keynote and I wanted to post it below if you ever wanted to listen to him a little more.

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Casey Neistat is an American film director, producer, developer, and creator of popular YouTube videos. Neistat attained commercial success with the HBO series The Neistat Brothers and indie film Daddy Longlegs. With ten years of experience in creating TV commercials, Neistat took his story-telling ability and married it with his commercial experience to re-define branded content on the internet with companies such as Mercedes and Nike. Most recently, Neistat’s technology company, Beme, was acquired by CNN.

Two videos.  Above is the storytelling on how he jumps around to tell a story that is shot by just him.  How he moves the camera around to get a different POV and help with focus on different parts.  How he uses music and old footage of him.

Below:  Yes a quick trip but just how he films traveling which is tough and he tries to capture it a different way by counting down the hours.  His cuts and how he moves the camera around to capture from a different POV.

 

Peterborough Folk Festival 2016 | Dan Mangan

Monday, August 29th, 2016

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This year… I was working during this years festival.  Saturday night… ended up going afterwork up north to a cottage to watch the Tragically Hip’s last concert on CBC.  Afterwork on Sunday… I went to sit on the hill to watch Royal Wood perform followed by Dan Mangan.

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This year the lineup was pretty good.  Dan was who I wanted to see.  He was great stripped down with his guitar man by his side and he played a great selections of songs.  It was great to see Shay on the Sunday and catch up with her and to my left was a PTBO Tumblr peep Rachel and her BF.

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When the festival gave Dan the nod to wrap it up he came off the stage and played two more songs standing on a chair.  Robots is one of the fan faves to close things down.  I was impressed with so many people knowing the words. 🙂

I will knock Dan off my list of 30 artists to watch live on my101 list.  Below is “Robots”

Snakes & Lattes | Toronto

Friday, August 12th, 2016

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Toronto is a city where something wacky is lurking around every corner. The city is full of hidden gems, and there is never a shortage of unique (and sometimes strange) places to eat, chill and play around.

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This popular board game café is Toronto’s first of its kind. From outside the café, you could just as easily walk past it. A quirky but otherwise neutral banner doesn’t let on to the mind games, drawing against the clock and all-out (yet all in good fun) war games taking place behind the doors. Once inside, it’s like no other café in Toronto and will leave you bringing your friends, kids or the girl you want to kiss back for a rematch.

Wall-to-wall board games coupled with a clean, rustic design gives this hot spot a comforting feel. A knowledgeable staff that can teach you to play any game and the Youtube videos on the channel introduce you to new games that get’s you out of your normal games you grew up with since that’s what everyone else played.

Unfortunately Snakes and Lattes does not take phone reservations. You’re required to leave your name with the host, and you’ll receive a phone call when your table is ready. This can be troublesome for the anxious diners that can’t get there before 8:00 p.m., especially with the café’s rising popularity. It would be best to leave your name on a day that you’re already planning to be downtown so you’re not left waiting outside, since wait times can reach up to two hours during the dinner rush. The café offers an average selection of food, but nothing on the menu is over $10.00. You will never wear out your welcome with access to unlimited games for just $5.00. The $5.00 charge is a game fee that does not cover food but allows guests to play as many games as it takes to avenge their losses or collect their winnings. With a wide selection of board games to choose from and they boast they have around 3,000 different games. it’s always more fun to go with a large group. Cafés in the city that are similar to Snakes and Lattes include Castle, Roll Play Café, Go Lounge and Snakes and Lagers Board Game Bar (owned by Snakes and Lattes). Get your game on at 600 Bloor St or check out the one on College.

We have been to both 😉

You can check out one of our visits in my OSE video starting at the 2:50 mark here.

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Thug Life | The Series

Thursday, June 16th, 2016

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Just for fun with the kids we watched some Thug Life Meme’s and also some vines and we thought we would play around with the iPod and make some little Thug Life’s with each one of us sharing the role as the Thug.

You can find them on YouTube here.  It helps us goof around and gives me something to do with editing them up.  They are pretty lame.  You can click the video below and cycle through them by hitting the “next” arrow.

Wanderlust | Let’s Get Lost | Casey Neistat + Owen | Your Bond With Kids

Sunday, October 25th, 2015

I watched this again this morning… loved it. i just love how he documents things and comes back from the trip and puts together little shorts.

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LEAP INTO THE UNKNOWN Casey Neistat, jumping after a wildlife tour in Namibia, will likely end up in the Guinness Book of World Records in a category that doesn’t even exist yet. His son, Owen, is more reserved.

Taken from the New York Times by Jesse Ashlock | By chasing a gonzo new adventure every summer, the viral filmmaker Casey Neistat and his son, Owen, embrace the unfamiliar and forge a closer bond.

Far in the distance, a tiny figure stands atop a sand dune rising higher than many skyscrapers, waving his arms. “He looks like every lost-in-the-desert movie ever made,” says Casey Neistat, snapping away with an enormous Canon outfitted with a telephoto lens. Neistat, 32, directs and stars in online ad campaigns for clients like Nike and Mercedes, and in YouTube shorts that get millions of views. The subject in his viewfinder is his 15-year-old son, Owen, who in a few days will begin his sophomore year of high school in Connecticut. Each summer, they embark on a grand adventure together. That’s what has brought them to Sossusvlei, Namibia, an otherworldly place where giant dunes rise over a wide salt plain dotted with groups of springbok, oryx and ostriches. Having already climbed the dunes that tourists generally climb, Owen has gone on to the dune behind them, where there are no footprints. Like his dad, he enjoys going places he’s not supposed to be.

“O.K., that is Owen,” Casey narrates, shooting video. “He just made it up to the apex of that dune.” Casey pans along the landscape. “And this is how far he walked.” Owen makes it back down, flushed and exuberant, his Nikes full of sand. “Well done, boy!” Casey exclaims. “That is definitely a Facebook-profile-picture-worthy photo.”

Silhouetted against the desert sky, the two cut different figures. Casey, a triathlete, is muscular and tightly coiled, with a showman’s face that’s all planes and angles; in another era, he might have been a Borscht Belt entertainer. Owen, a runner, is taller than his dad and still gangly, with a natural sweetness about him. But the resemblance is impossible to miss. Casey says, with obvious satisfaction, that they’re often mistaken for brothers, and sometimes it’s easy to forget just who is the parent and who is the kid. Casey is the one who has braces. (They’re gold.) He’s also the one in perpetual motion, while Owen will let you know when he’s tired. Casey becomes anxious when he goes too long without checking Instagram or Twitter or Facebook. Owen uses his phone mainly to prepare for the school year by listening to textbooks on tape. And Casey takes all the pictures. He looks for photogenic locations where he can put his camera on a tripod and set the timer for a father-son selfie. Still, in many ways, Owen — who lives with his mom during the week and at Casey’s apartment in Manhattan or at his house in New London, Conn., on the weekends — is a typical teenager. He loves Starbucks, American Eagle and the mall. He gets bored easily. Casey, meanwhile, is fond of pronouncing paternal nuggets of wisdom (“Let a boy cry — don’t coddle him”) and tales of great deeds (“I’ve charmed my way out of Middle Eastern prisons”). The kidlike qualities in Casey are the same ones that have made him such a successful adult, despite having dropped out of high school, and then having a child at 17. “He was born with an extra battery,” says Max Joseph, the co-host of MTV’s “Catfish: The TV Show” and a frequent collaborator. “It’s what you need to have to be a professional athlete.”
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When Casey was growing up in New London, his mother taught him that possessions were more valuable than travel, because they lasted forever. After a trip to Paris at 18, his first outside the United States, he concluded that she was wrong, and decided to dedicate his life to having experiences — a favorite word of his. “He’s trying to find the ultimate adventure,” says the creative director Andy Spade, who hired Casey and his brother Van to make short films for the fashion lines he was overseeing, Kate Spade and Jack Spade, and later co-produced a feature film with Casey. “He’ll end up in the Guinness Book of World Records for a category that doesn’t even exist yet.”

In Owen, Casey has found a willing confrere. “The only guy I’ve encountered who enjoys flying as much as I do?” he asks. “This guy.” When Owen was little, Casey sometimes scraped together extra money working as a dishwasher to buy lessons at a flight school. “Owen would have his lunchbox,” he says. “He’d be eating an apple in the back.” Their first real trip was a package deal to the Bahamas when Owen was 4. As Owen got older, the trips — to Paris, St. Barts, Central America — got more elaborate.

 

VIDEO PREMIERE Casey Neistat presents “My Kid and Me,” an autobiographical new short documenting his first grand summer adventure with his teenage son, Owen, in which the duo trekked the Andes to Machu Picchu in 2011.

Casey’s career was taking off. He went to work for the artist Tom Sachs, running his studio and making short films with Van for Sachs’s exhibitions. In 2003 the duo ventured out on their own as the Neistat Brothers. One of their first projects was “iPod’s Dirty Secret,” an Internet short that called out Apple for its user-unfriendly battery-replacement policy. It garnered national attention, earning the brothers a reputation as Internet provocateurs, as well as commercial clients. Spade remembers marveling at Casey’s precociousness. “His son would have the idea to make a monster movie on the beach, and he’d just make it. ”

That monster movie appears in the first episode of “The Neistat Brothers,” a 2010 HBO series that showcased the brothers’ homemade, autobiographical style. It was not a success. The brothers split after it aired and now speak infrequently. Casey went solo, making more shorts in the Neistat Brothers vein and taking on increasingly remunerative commercial work. “Van was my best friend and partner in crime,” Casey says. “When he left, Owen became that.”

Two years ago, the father and son trekked through the Andes for five days to Machu Picchu. Last year, they rode motorcycles through Vietnam. This year, Casey says, “I wanted to show the kid Africa Africa. That thing where you get to do something for the first time? I try to make all our trips that.”

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The Kulala Desert Lodge, a collection of thatched dwellings set in the middle of a vast plain surrounded by mountains, makes an ideal vantage point. Sweeping vistas of grassland stretch in every direction, giving way to achingly blue skies. It’s possible to spend hours watching wildlife during the day and the Milky Way at night.

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But Owen isn’t impressed. It’s the second desert lodge of the trip, and he’s not enthused about going on another game tour and listening to the guide drone on about how to tell if an oryx is male or female. “I’d much rather be riding a motorcycle in the mud,” he grouses, while Casey checks his email on the lodge computer. The next day, the two fly in a Cessna to the coastal resort town of Swakopmund. The rest of their adventure is supposed to consist of activities like catamaraning and sand-surfing. But the following morning, in the lobby of the hotel, Casey says, “Owen had an idea that was kind of interesting, which was that we rent a car” to explore the country further, without the pilot or a driver. No cars are available, however, so Casey and Owen huddle on a sofa with Casey’s laptop for a while, whispering conspiratorially. Finally, Casey looks up. “I think it’s about to get weird,” he says, “and possibly dangerous. I think we’re going to Zambia.” Owen’s face lights up in a grin.

Casey had already visited Zambia in 2012 with Max Joseph, for Nike. According to Casey, they were supposed to make an Internet ad for the brand’s FuelBand fitness tracker that showed how regular people “make it count.” Instead, they traveled to 13 countries in 10 days — until their budget ran out — filming themselves making it count. They’d seen a picture on the Internet of the Devil’s Pool, a naturally occurring infinity pool at the top of Victoria Falls where you can swim safely without being swept over the edge. But when they arrived, they learned they couldn’t swim in the Devil’s Pool at that time of year. The moment Casey and Owen’s plane lands in Livingstone, Casey begins asking everyone he meets about the Devil’s Pool. On the way from the hotel to Victoria Falls National Park, the driver informs Casey that the pool can be reached this time of year, but discourages him from trying. “Every year, a few bodies go down on the Zambian side and wash up on the Zimbabwean side,” he explains.

“Do they need visas for that?” Casey asks. If the driver gets the joke — or finds it unfunny — he doesn’t let on. In Victoria Falls National Park, Casey runs around consulting maps and asking uniformed personnel where the pool is. Even in the dry season, the falls stun the senses, forming a mile-wide, 355-foot-high liquid curtain that glides down into a long gorge, with a plume of spray rising at the western end to welcome the setting sun. One of the best views for Casey’s constant photos is from the Knife Edge Bridge, a mist-enshrouded span suspended before the falls’ eastern side. There, Casey spots Kenneth, a local guide he had enlisted during his Nike trip. After a hug and an introduction to Owen, Kenneth assures Casey that he can arrange a visit to the elusive pool.

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The next morning, a tourism official tells Casey that the Devil’s Pool can only be visited by boat, and that trips are sold out. But Casey finds Kenneth near the gift shops inside the park entrance, and he makes good on his promise. Vinda, a guide with dreadlocks and bare feet, arrives to lead the way. He starts by striding past a sign that instructs visitors to go no farther, right into the shallows of the Zambezi. There is no path: The only way to get to the Devil’s Pool is to wade through the river and scramble over wet rocks. Vinda tells everyone to form an “African chain.” But Owen doesn’t want to hold hands, so everyone makes his own way.

“See, Owen,” Casey says, so excited he’s almost vibrating. “Persistence and endurance will make you omnipotent.” He explains after a minute that he’s paraphrasing the “Tenacity Prayer,” popularized by the McDonald’s founder Ray Kroc. Upriver, an elephant trumpets. The Devil’s Pool is in sight. But to get to it, everyone has to swim through open water against a swift current. Vinda leads the way on a kickboard. The guys clamber onto a rocky outcropping before jumping, one by one, into the pool. At its front is a slick basalt wall, with an inch or so of water passing over it to create the infinity-pool effect. Once Casey and Owen reach it, Casey pulls out his iPhone in a LifeProof case and turns on the video recorder. “This is us,” he says. Then he raises it to show the abyss behind them. “Those are the falls.” An enterprising local balances on the precipice, shooting photos for tips. Casey poses on the very edge, as if he were going over, while Vinda and I hold his feet. When Owen’s turn comes, Casey insists that all three of us hold onto his son as he peers over Victoria Falls.

This is what I thought of when I heard we were going to Africa,” Owen exclaims afterward. For a rare moment, Casey is silent, basking in his son’s pleasure. And then it’s time to swim back through the river and climb over the rocks as quickly as possible, because the flight out of Livingstone is leaving soon. We arrive at the airport in our wet trunks. After the plane takes off, I turn around. Casey and Owen are seated a row behind me, both already passed out, their heads tilted slightly toward each other. Casey has on big studio headphones and sunglasses, his mouth open wide in sleep. Owen is wearing earbuds and a serene expression. You really could, right at this moment, mistake them for brothers.

My notes:  I miss my kids.  This video hits home more…

Who is Casey? Below is his story:

i wish I could draw.