Writer Andy Sturdevant put together a booklet of active cafeteria menu hotline numbers throughout the USA. It’s a sort of zine and I consider it to be a true work of art. I like to keep a copy in the studio within an arm’s reach. When I hit a roadblock, I like to pick a number at random to call and check out what’s being served at some hospital canteen. Having been doing this for a while, you notice little things– the voices in the background, a burst of laughter, odd pauses, the mood of the thing. Really though, it’s an anodyne list of daily food options in different places where life unfolds in overlooked ways, which is oddly nice to listen to, like a prank phone call without the cruelty. As an aside– this zine pairs nicely with Letters To Wendys – a book of poetry by Joe Wenderoth. I guess I just like stuff involving bland food.