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Chapel of Happiness on Broadway too noisy for neighbors
If you read the article, Alvarez waited for some time before reporting the noise, because it was a church. Nothing in the article was said about any attitude about churches or worship in general. Clearly, Fred and all should ignore SpliffAdamz's crass, epileptic invectives. I'll add that we used to live in the downtown Church lofts some years ago, and loved it until an extremely noisy evangelical church moved in next door. They kept their ceiling level windows open at all hours, so we could enjoy bass-driven bands, amped up songfests, and speaking in tongues for several services a day--right through late evening. It was miserable, and my respectful requests to speak to church officials to work it out was met first with suspicion, then disdain and at last, insult. Love thy neighbor? There was nothing to be done. We finally had to move, leaving behind our beloved loft, with its big bay windows and ceilings high enough to play badminton over the water pipes. We can't imagine the frustration Alvarez and her father must feel, having actually purchased this property. Along with Rickeysays, I chime in: "Don't give up!"— March 24, 2009 3:20 p.m.
Undiagnosed
Hi, yes, thanks for responding, Barbarella. I've come to the same conclusion as yourself about the nuts of Chinese origin, though some still claim that like apples, there can be a few "bad" or rancid nuts in the barrel that will take the effect over the top for those with sensitivity. No one had stomach issues, thankfully, though two party guests independently hop-skipped it to the dentist, thinking they had rotten teeth! Everyone has recovered levels of taste previously enjoyed. As an out-of-remission sufferer of Crohn's disease, I can really relate to your symptoms, ER visit, and lots of tasty contrast. I've noticed that there is a dull metallic taste that comes with intense abdominal pain, but don't think it is related to what you experienced. I did wonder if you have occasional IBS (certainly, you don't have to answer that ;). Otherwise, I'd say it was a bit of gastritis, probably from something not properly stored and used in the cooking class? At any rate, more health--and less pine nuts--for all! Suzanne— March 10, 2009 2:07 a.m.
Banker's Hill/Mercy Outpatient
Some of you I think I know; others I'm not so sure. I am starting on a new therapy of self-injections at home, so have more time and space to observe beyond this arbitrary route between my little box on Banker's Hill and the hospital. This neighborhood, like any environment, changes daily, so I am encouraged to write further. Thank you to Lawrence, who now inhabits Mission Hills, to Mr. Knight, who will no doubt continue his excellent volunteer work, providing music for everyone who passes through those sliding hospital doors, and thank you and love to all for your comments. Suzanne— March 8, 2009 11:29 p.m.
Undiagnosed
I just wanted to ask if you know where the pine nuts from the cooking class came from. Last week I took a bag of Trader Joe's raw pignolias to an Italian-themed birthday party, sprinkling a few over my appetizer, and putting the rest of these delicious nuts in a bowl for everyone to snack on. A couple of days later three people are writhing with taste disturbance from the pine nuts, and a week later, they are still suffering. Looking online, I saw that someone else had this reaction from a bag of Trader Joe's pine nuts, and some others were complaining about nuts from a source called "Tesco." I notified TJ's, and hope they pull all of the pine nuts there for the last two weeks from the shelf.— March 5, 2009 6:37 p.m.