Monday, August 3, 2009

Project F(r)eed me NY

Or how to score free food (when desperate)

My journey looking more like I O USA .

Update:

Extra extra

No longer on credit card because credit card is maxed out. Have not found work. Have not been offered a job. In Gizzi's café, on w. 8th where Jessie kindly gave me coffee on an i o u basis. (Starbucks would not).

The last week has been about feeding myself. How am i going to do it and where is this food going to come from; not in any political sense like what farm did my beef come from although those issues have actually come up but on a 'whose going to accept my proposition of blogging for bread and butter.' It's amazing how much bravura we can muster up when we're starving. One week i was living it up at the BBQ on w. 8th ( all day early bird special: soup, big chicken, corn bread and a side for 5$), the next week my credit card is declined and i'm looking for the soup kitchen which i found at a church along with soup - some very Hale and Hearty soup. A nice woman named Susan gave me 20 $ and told me to go get myself a meal - sadly i owed that money for a room.

If starbucks is mad i'm sorry, but what have they done for me lately. I even plugged them a while back in my ' 6 degrees of seperation' and what did i get? Sure they accepted my credit card when others would not ( there is a lot of 'cash only') in this town. so thanks, i got to have my coffee when i had no cash. ( I see button down starbucks looking guys walking by quickly and looking angry - a month of free coffee and the matter is resolved - and maybe a couple muffins, a few frappucinos and a vivanno).

Desperate for coffee:

Jared at the Pret a Manger offered a coffee on the house when i proposed to mention their coffee on my blog for one cup of coffee. 'You don't have to mention us, but have a cup of coffee', he said. I said i noticed that you advertise as fair trade and organic and he said, "we're trying to move forward'. It's the first i've heard of them.

Anyways, Project f(r)eed me NY is about getting fed in exchange for writing a story about whoever feeds me. It's not a hand out. I had to work really really hard the last four days to get fed. Reactions have varied from 'what do you want?' to 'have anything you want'; the latter being what we want to hear.

Extra Extra; extra corn bread please.

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