g33k4jesus: Talking to Strangers in Strange Lands

not much to say... fortunately, anyWare, (the program regulating the amount of time i spend on the computer to no more than what i paid for) is telling me i have 22 minues, so i can't put too much anyways. This cafe is reminding me of the ones described in Cory Doctorow's book titled for the win, but much more chill. its this rather asian place and its mostly gamers; if there were keyloggers installed, my log would probably be the only one to contain actual text. its pretty awesome. (17 minutes left. gotta hurry) anyways, down to buisness

so it's been a pretty great day so far. first we hit the art gallery (can't remember the name of it, but its an art gallery in Ottawa; 'nuff said). t'was a beautiful building. i might buy more time at this cafe and upload pics later, im not sure.
(at this point my text will become unfiltered and riddled with typos, my apologies. but i would rather not spend another 2.50. i'll edit later if i have time)
there was this great film called "the journey that wasn't" by Pierre Hyughe. it was brilliant, one of those videos where a bunch of seemingly random things come together. and there were also paintings. along with this, there was this garden in the middle of the building with this perfect array of flowers and a diagonal pattern of trees, and this cool re-configurable interactive metal sculpture. i spent a good deal of time arranging the sculpture into this awesome symbolic pattern that i will not bother to go on about.
after that and some lunch, i went wandering around the streets. talked to a bunch of street people. I feel kinda bad about the prejudices that i have had in the past; they were really friendly and positive. I think the thing we often forget about is that everyone has a story. I was bored one time and hanging out with one of my friends, so we decided to tell one another our complete, unabridged life stories. he was someone whom i had previously assumed to be a neat person with whom to hang out, but not someone with an epic life story or anything. and i was wrong. even the most average people have an epic tale they are living out. people on the streets are no exception. The only difference being that their tales are probably more epic, and they are more friendly (in general).
(quick side note, i just bought another 30 mins of time, as well as a chocolate bar. snickers, to be exact.)
i also had an interesting conversation with an animal rights activist on the street; as a result i have a list of authors to check out.
speaking of authors, i ran into "Crazzy" Dave Dessler, a street poet, outside of Chapters. He was selling and signing his book titled "Mindlessly Adrift", and i picked up a copy. i plan on reading it later today. from the bit i've read, its pretty awesome. It contains samples of his poetry, as well as interviews with him. if you want to contact him, or purchase one of his books, here is the back page of the book which contains contact info: