Some inspiration for your personal projects
I’ve always been a fan of Ze Frank, his 1 year video blogging project was funny, insightful, and he’s always seem to have a great outlook on life and a creativity spilling out of him at every step. I recently got a chance to watch his talk at Webstock 2009, and I realized he’s not just fun and creative, but wise and inspiring to boot. I hope you like it too. =)
Update: Weak apparently Vimeo wont’ let me repost the video directly… Check it out here.
You Tell Em, Bill!
Make that last thought a good one
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Budapest Day Two
After a long 12-13 hour sleep, Dad and I woke up in Budapest ready to throw ourselves out into the city. My Dad and I have never been on a father son trip before this one, and so I think we were both excited to see what we would learn about each other and see what we were each like when travelling. The first thing to note is that my dad *loves* travelling, I do too, but my dad totally lights up when seeing or about to see new stuff. This was both wonderful, and good to know, as my Dad often will forgo things like breakfast or sticking to any kind of regular schedule for meals. Anyhow off we went to our first attraction a little “Vunicular” that ran up the side of Castle Hill in Buda up to the Castle. To get there we had to walk across the Danube over the “Chain Bridge” to the Buda side of the city. The line for the Vunicular was surprisingly long for 11 am on a Saturday (or maybe not I guess?) and the day was not nearly as warm as Friday. Eventually a little sprinkle of rain came down and a nice German couple in line behind us saved our place so Dad and I could run under the awning of a shwag dealer until the shower past. That challenge surmounted we eventually got into the Vunicular ticket area and found out (in what was turned out to be a series of disappointing moments) that our Budacard did not get us on the Vunicular for free, nor did it grant a discount. Ohh Well! 1,200 Florint’s later we found ourselves in the Vunicular on our way up the hill. The view as we went up was quite nice, and it was a quaint and cute way to start the trip off. (My dad had ridden one in France, and remembered it fondly. In general I’ve only travelled with my father in Europe to France, and this seems to be no coincidence as the first few days tended to include hopes that things would both be like France or to do similar activities to ones he had enjoyable memories of in France.)
