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2008.06.28 20:02 Connect-I-Cut

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2023.06.04 04:20 reject_sensi-versity Rutgers vs. Pomona

For PreMed Track (Major: Molecular Bio)
Pomona - Very high med school acceptance (85%) w/ grade inflation + accessibility to their pre-health resources - Ability to explore the 5Cs - Has the prestige (in terms of grad school). Next to major city (LA) - Love the liberal arts feel— I am not overwhelmed, I get to know my professors, and I can learn to love learning
Cons - Not sure if Pomona is known to be good with appealing financial aid. - $36k a year ?!!?!?????!? - Location is beautiful but it’s in a quaint old-person town (which is also kind of a pro) - Transportation is limited, cost of living is high
Rutgers Pros - If I were to be the TOP premed student at Rutgers, I would have the same chances as anyone for med school - Probably lots of volunteering considering how close its university hospital is - East coast and NY-NJ-PA tristate is good, better than West Coast for jobs (will go back for med school) - Cheaper ($8k/year) - Better accessibility to food (it’s a college town with common-name stores + restaurants) - Traditional feel - Most important: I graduate nearly debt-free
Cons: - Too large 💀, I feel like I’ll miss catching the bus to class all the time - NJ is depressing - Student body isn’t a great fit for me - Asbestos in the dorms, SA assault cancels Orientation Week, Professor Strike— Reputation is….. scary. - More competition with other people for access to resources, less time with professors -Some have told me their premed advisors discourage some med school applicants - Might burn out easily then consider switch
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2023.06.04 03:57 RadRyan527 I belonged to the same gym as Russillo.

This was when he was at ESPN. The gym was New York Sports Club in West Hartford, CT. Not too far from the Bristol studios.
I WANT to tell you we were lifting buddies. Like, "How much you bench today, brah?" was a frequent exchange between us. But that never happened. I was always over by the cardio equipment or doing laps in the pool like all the other beta cucks.
But I did see/hear him in the locker room a few times. He was always on his phone. I would catch snippets of convo. The one I remember is, "The NBA is boring". this is unfair of course. I'm taking an out of context statement from a conversation with God knows who. And this was probably in late winteearly spring, so maybe he just meant it was boring with teams coasting to the playoffs or tanking. BUT I still wonder if this was a startling confession! Maybe Russillo is actually bored to tears by the league he makes his living discussing!? This might explain a lot actually.......
PS--Bill Walton also belonged to this same gym. Heard him one day talking to another dude in the locker room. Same super upbeat attitude you hear on the air. I also walked into the bathroom while he was walking out of the shower totally butt naked. He had the towel wrapped around his shoulders! If you've never seen a 7 foot pasty white redhead walking out of a shower, let me just say that's something you won't easily unsee.
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2023.06.04 02:09 steve198970 Gluten Free Restaurant Recommendations (Celiac)

Happy Saturday everyone. We aren’t from OK, but our son will be attending OU this fall. He has Celiac Disease, so we would enjoy having recommendations for restaurants that would be safe for him. Thanks!
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2023.06.04 01:30 blegoo94 28 [M4F] St. Louis, MO / US / EU - Seeking genuine connection in a swipe-right world

Hey there! Ryan from the Gateway to the West here. I'm on a mission to find my happily ever after, you know, the kind of love that'll make us both say "why didn't we do this sooner?" So, if you're looking for a partner in crime to take on the world with, you've found your guy!
Physically, I'm 6 feet of pure charm, with a smile that'll make you swoon, and a bald head that's perfect for a good luck rub. And let's be real, we both know you're wondering if the beard is as soft as it looks (spoiler alert: it is).
When it comes to relationships, I'm all in. I'm 100% monogamous and committed to building something that'll last. So, if you're looking for a player, you're in the wrong place. But if you're looking for someone who will hold your hand, cuddle with you on the couch, and steal kisses every chance he gets, then I'm your man.
I'm a total sap and proud of it. My love language is physical touch and quality time, so be prepared for lots of hand-holding, back rubs, and tickle fights (yes, I said tickle fights). And yes, I'm a butt-touch enthusiast, but don't worry, I won't be offended if you call me a p e r v e r t (in an endearing way, of course).
When I'm not cozying up with my special someone, I love getting my nerd on with PC gaming and programming. But I'm also a fan of taking things offline and enjoying DIY projects, exploring the great outdoors, and trying out new restaurants.
If you're emotionally mature, honest, and have a 50/50 attitude, I think we could be a great match. And hey, if you've got a feminine personality to match my teddy bear tendencies, even better.
A little more about me: I'm politically liberal, an atheist, child-free, and super non-judgmental. And while an LDR isn't out of the question, I'd prefer if you were in the US or EU.
So, what do you say? Are you ready to join me in a lifetime of love, laughter, and butt-touches?
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2023.06.04 01:30 blegoo94 28 [M4F] St. Louis, MO / US / EU - Seeking genuine connection in a swipe-right world

Hey there! Ryan from the Gateway to the West here. I'm on a mission to find my happily ever after, you know, the kind of love that'll make us both say "why didn't we do this sooner?" So, if you're looking for a partner in crime to take on the world with, you've found your guy!
Physically, I'm 6 feet of pure charm, with a smile that'll make you swoon, and a bald head that's perfect for a good luck rub. And let's be real, we both know you're wondering if the beard is as soft as it looks (spoiler alert: it is).
When it comes to relationships, I'm all in. I'm 100% monogamous and committed to building something that'll last. So, if you're looking for a player, you're in the wrong place. But if you're looking for someone who will hold your hand, cuddle with you on the couch, and steal kisses every chance he gets, then I'm your man.
I'm a total sap and proud of it. My love language is physical touch and quality time, so be prepared for lots of hand-holding, back rubs, and tickle fights (yes, I said tickle fights). And yes, I'm a butt-touch enthusiast, but don't worry, I won't be offended if you call me a p e r v e r t (in an endearing way, of course).
When I'm not cozying up with my special someone, I love getting my nerd on with PC gaming and programming. But I'm also a fan of taking things offline and enjoying DIY projects, exploring the great outdoors, and trying out new restaurants.
If you're emotionally mature, honest, and have a 50/50 attitude, I think we could be a great match. And hey, if you've got a feminine personality to match my teddy bear tendencies, even better.
A little more about me: I'm politically liberal, an atheist, child-free, and super non-judgmental. And while an LDR isn't out of the question, I'd prefer if you were in the US or EU.
So, what do you say? Are you ready to join me in a lifetime of love, laughter, and butt-touches?
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2023.06.04 01:13 TheParamoreFamily June 7th Paramore Family Meetup prizes!

June 7th Paramore Family Meetup prizes!

Toronto family! You are in for some amazing gifts. Some were even donated by the family. Swipe to see the prizes. Paramore Family meetup. June 7th In Toronto at Harbour Square Park West (2PM start time)

The list of free eligible prizes are(while supplies last)

50 The Paramore Family 2.25 inch pins My current logo designed by @vale_tortorici

North American tour magnet by @ohmayohmy

15 Saint Hayley candles 50 Paramore Keychains by @migueljore

Beautiful prints and stickers by @meduclau

Custom engraved metal medals for the top 3 Paramore trivia winners.

A metal Hayley neck pain shirt by @radicalgoodsshop (more are available for purchase)

Many Paramore themed gag gifts (joke gifts) Thank you to:@juanparamore who designed the banner and hairless Paramore@remheath for letting me use her art for the Toronto flyer.

I could never host an event without help from the family. Please follow the talented artists I named above.
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2023.06.04 01:11 slothhprincess A local gluten free vegan restaurant in Pleasentville NY makes incredible sliced bread and baguettes

Also lasagna, beet burgers, Caesar salads, pizzas etc.
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2023.06.04 00:01 tinyhooligan Traveling through

Hey folks! I'm gonna be in your city for a bit tomorrow for a concert. Any cool spots that are worth checking out beforehand? Coffee shops, thrift stores, cemeteries, antiques, etc.? Oh! And any restaurants y'all would recommend? My boy is gluten free unfortunately so I have to accommodate that Thanks in advance yall
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2023.06.03 23:37 skittles_4_life fmgf!!

I just wanted to let you guys know about an amazing app called find me gluten free, it shows u restaurants with gluten free option where u are ( it also accommodates other food sensitivities if u have them) it so useful for travelling.
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2023.06.03 23:16 I_am_A_Rando Best restaurant with gluten free options

I will be traveling in a few weeks with my family. I have Celiac Disease, but am the only one GF. What are your best restaurant recommendations? We’ll be in Galway, Inishmore, stop in Adare, Castlemaine, Dingle peninsula, Killarney, Mallow, near Cashel, and Dublin.
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2023.06.03 19:23 TheBarnacle63 Quantitative Analysis of Weis Markets, Inc. (XNYS:WMK)

Here is my quantitative analysis for Weis Markets, Inc. ($WMK).

Snapshot for Weis Markets, Inc.

Sector: Consumer Non-Cyclicals
Industry: Food and Beverage Retail
Country: USA
Current Price: $62.93
Weis Markets, Inc. is engaged principally in the retail sale of food in Pennsylvania and surrounding states. The Company’s retail food stores sell groceries, dairy products, frozen foods, meats, seafood, fresh produce, floral, pharmacy services, deli products, prepared foods, bakery products, beer, and wine, fuel, and general merchandise items, such as health and beauty care and household products. The store product selection includes national, local, and private brands, including natural, gluten-free, and organic varieties. The Company operated over three stores in Delaware, approximately 49 stores in Maryland, over six stores in New Jersey, about nine stores in New York, over 118 stores in Pennsylvania, about nine stores in Virginia, and over three stores in West Virginia, for a total of approximately 197 retail food stores operating under the Weis Markets trade name. The Company owns and operates distribution centers in Milton and Northumberland, Pennsylvania.

Financial Health for Weis Markets, Inc.

Altman Z-Score: 5.63
Financial Health: SAFE

Revenue Analysis for Weis Markets, Inc.

Regressed Revenue Growth: 7.32%
Future Revenue Growth: 7.88%
Based on historical valuations and revenue, the present value for Weis Markets, Inc. is:

Revenue Growth

Income Analysis for Weis Markets, Inc.

Regressed Net Income Growth: 29.52%
Future Net Income Growth: 39.25%
Based on historical valuations and net income, the present value for Weis Markets, Inc. is:

Earnings Growth

Free Cash Flow Analysis for Weis Markets, Inc.

Cost of Equity: 6.60%
Weighted Average Cost of Capital: 6.38%
Based on sensitivity analysis, the fair value for Weis Markets, Inc. is:

Free Cash Flow Growth

Dividend Analysis for Weis Markets, Inc.

Current Yield: 2.16%
Historical Yield: 2.40%
Regressed Dividend Growth: 2.07%
Future Dividend Growth: 10.66%
Based on historical dividends, the fair value for Weis Markets, Inc. is: $80.23

Dividend Growth

Final Ratings for Weis Markets, Inc.

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2023.06.03 19:05 happypotato77 28 [F4M] California/Anywhere - Looking in US/UK/Europe, friends, gaming/texting buddy or something more?

Hey hello! Looking to make some new friends and meet some cool people out there, and potentially some deeper connections. Thinking starting with a friendly chat and see where it takes us, no assumptions whether it turns out to be friends/gaming buddies/casual fun/something more intimate or even romantic, or a combination of some of those. If you’re looking for something specific let me know so we’re on the same page!
If we’re in the same city we can maybe hang out some time after we know each other a little more, check out the local restaurants, a movie night, or go for a hike maybe? Also really need someone to go to concerts and movies with! I moved to my current city during covid which didn’t help with making new friends at all so any kind of friendship would be great. Of course if it goes well I don’t mind us becoming even closer and spend more time together.
If you’re on the other side of the world that’s great too if not better, I’m very open to long distance and people from anywhere else in the world. Always curious to learn what it’s like on the other side of the world and that’s why I travel a lot. We can text or chat over the phone, talk about our days, maybe play games or watch shows together, and we’ll see how things go! You never know what the future holds. And if we click I don’t mind we get more intimate, but I’ll leave the details to when the right time comes;) There’s always this idea in my mind that I want to move somewhere else one day so if we’re really lucky to find us really compatible with each other and got something serious going on I think the distance wouldn’t be a problem.
A little bit about me: - 5’6”, average/slim body shape, moved to the States a couple years ago and now living in the west coast - Love music and can play a few instruments. Mostly listening to hip pop/r&b/pop/rock and also a lot more - More of a homebody than a outdoor person so a nice lazy weekend would be like binging shows on Netflix with hot chocolate, preferably with cuddles if available;) - I also play video games casually, for single player I enjoy a lot of building/simulation games like Stardew or Rimworld, but also play a lot on Switch and Nintendo games especially multiplayer games. - That doesn’t mean I don’t like going out tho, I really enjoy going on a short hike or having a walk on the beach. I’m not a big sports person and not so great at it, but I do keep a light regular schedule to stay healthy. - I travel quite a bit, have been to 10+ countries across Asia/North America/Europe and would love to do more! - Big tea drinker, coffee lover, and definitely a foodie. Never learn how to properly cook tho so if you do you already caught my attention - Dogs >>>>>> cats (but both cute I agree), generally love animals. If you have a dog and got pics feel free to spam me as much as you want - If it’s gonna be something IRL than just online: I don’t drink but don’t mind if you do, I won’t join you but I can drive you home:) I don’t smoke or do any kind of drugs and I’m looking for you to be the same. - The rest I’ll leave it to our private conversation, I’m an open book so feel free to ask
I’m looking for 25-35, single, anywhere in North America or Europe works for me, my time is flexible. Preferably we can chat over a phone call some time, for me it’s a much better way than texting to get to know a person and build a connection.
If interested hit me up in chat/DM with some intro about you (age, location, looks, what you like, what you wanna chat about, and anything else you’re willing to share). Pictures are always welcomed and if you send one I’ll return with mine too! Hope to hear from you:)
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2023.06.03 18:24 jlemien Sausage and bun length

Does anyone have an explanation for why in the USA hot dogs ("sausages") are roughly the same length as bun, while in Germany the sausages tend to be several centimeters longer than the bun? I'm wondering if there was a 'split' at some point in history when Americans decided to have sausages and buns of equal length.
I know that most people nowadays would simply answer "because this is how we do it" for a lot of cultural norms/practices like this, but I'd like to dig just a little bit deeper than the superficial explanations of "it is just culture" or "our parents taught us this way" or "this is how we've always done it."
EDIT: I'm thinking of something like this picture (sausage extending beyond the bread) as opposed to this picture (sausage a similar length to the bread). I ate something similar to the first picture at a festival in Olympiapark in München, so this was not a seated meal at a restaurant, but something to eat while standing or walking.
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2023.06.03 15:38 obeliskposture Short story about bad times & bad jobs

I've shared fiction here before and it didn't go altogether too poorly, so I'm going to press my luck and do it again. This was written about a year ago, and I'm tired of trying to peddle it to lit magazines. Might as well share it here, know that it met a few eyeballs, and have done with it.
It's relevant to the sub insofar as it's about urban alienation and the working conditions at a small business run by IN THIS HOUSE WE BELIEVE people. (I tried to pitch it as a story of the great resignation with a momentary flicker of cosmic horror.) It's based on a similar job I took on after getting laid off during the lockdown, and the circumstances of the main character's breakup are faintly similar to one I went through several years back (her job sucked the life out of her).
Without further ado:
* * *
It was getting close to midnight, and the temperature outside was still above 80 degrees. We’d locked up the shop at 10:15 and walked over to Twenty, the dive bar on Poplar Street, where a single wall-mounted air conditioner and four wobbly ceiling fans weren’t putting up much resistance against the July heat baking the place from the outside and the dense mass of bodies giving it a stifling fever from within.
Just now I came close to saying it was a Wednesday night, because that was usually when the cyclists descended upon Avenue Brew, the gritty-but-bougie craft beer and sandwich shop I was working at back then. Every Wednesday between March and November, about fifteen to twenty-five Gen Xers dressed in skintight polyester, all packages and camel toes and fanny packs, locked up their thousand-dollar bikes on the sidewalk and lined up for IPAs and paninis. They reliably arrived around 8:00, an hour before we closed, making it impossible to get started on the closing checklist and leave on time at 10:00. The worst of them were demanding and rude, and even the best got raucous and stubborn after a couple drinks. There were nights when bringing in the sidewalk tables couldn’t be done without arguing with them. Most were sub-par tippers, to boot.
After Wednesday came and went that week without so much as a single 40-something in Ray Bans and padded shorts stopping in to double-fist two cans of Jai Alai, we dared to hope the cyclists had chosen another spot to be their finish line from there on out. But no—they’d only postponed their weekly ride, and swarmed us on Friday night instead.
I was the last person to find out; I was clocked in as purchaser that evening. The position was something like a promotion I'd received a year earlier: for twenty hours a week, I got to retreat from the public and sit in the back room with the store laptop, reviewing sales and inventory, answering emails from brewery reps, and ordering beer, beverages, and assorted paper goods. When I put in hours as purchaser, my wage went up from $11 to $15 an hour, but I was removed from the tip pool. On most days, tips amounted to an extra two or three dollars an hour, so I usually came out ahead.
This was back in 2021. I don't know what Avenue Brew pays these days.
Anyway, at about 8:15, I stepped out to say goodbye to everyone and found the shop in chaos. Friday nights were generally pretty active, the cyclists' arrival had turned the place into a mob scene. The line extended to the front door. The phone was ringing. The Grubhub tablet dinged like an alarm clock without a snooze button. Danny was on the sandwich line and on the verge of losing his temper. Oliver was working up a sweat running food, bussing tables, and replenishing ingredients from the walk-in. The unflappable Marina was on register, and even she seemed like she was about to snap at somebody.
What else could I do? I stayed until closing to answer the phone, process Grubhub orders, hop on and off the second register, and help Danny with sandwich prep. After the tills were counted out, I stayed another hour to take care of the dishes, since nobody had a chance to do a first load. Oliver was grateful, even though he grumbled about having to make some calls and rearrange Sunday's schedule so I could come in a couple hours late. Irene and Jeremy, Avenue Brew's owners, would kick his ass if he let me go into overtime.
Danny suggested that we deserved a few drinks ourselves after managing to get through the shift without killing anyone. Not even Marina could find a reason to disagree with him.
The neighborhood had undergone enough gentrification to support an upscale brunch spot, an ice cream parlor, a gourmet burger restaurant, a coffee and bahn mi shop, and Avenue Brew (to name a few examples), but not yet quite enough that the people who staffed them couldn’t afford to live within a ten-minute walk from the main avenue where all these hep eateries stood between 24-hour corner stores with slot machines in back, late-night Chinese and Mexico-Italian takeout joints with bulletproof glass at the counters, and long-shuttered delis and shoe stores. Twenty on Poplar was the watering hole set aside for people like us. It was dim, a bit dilapidated, and inexpensive, and usually avoided by denizens of the condos popping up on the vacant lots and replacing clusters of abandoned row houses.
When we arrived, Kyle waved us over. He didn’t work at Avenue Brew anymore, but still kept up with a few of us. He was at Twenty at least four nights out of the week.
So there we all were. I sat with a brooding stranger freestyling to himself in a low mumble on the stool to my left and Oliver on my right, who tapped at his phone and nursed a bottle of Twisted Tea. To Oliver’s right sat Marina, staring at nothing in particular and trying to ignore Danny, who stood behind her, closer than she would have liked, listening to Kyle explain the crucial differences between the Invincible comic book and the Invincible web series.
I recall being startled back to something like wakefulness when it seemed to me that the ceiling had sprouted a new fan. I blinked my eyes, and it wasn’t there anymore. It reminded me of an incident from when I was still living with my folks in South Jersey and still had a car, and was driving home from a friend’s house party up in Bergen County. It was 6:30 AM, I hadn’t slept all night, and needed to get home so I could get at least little shuteye before heading to Whole Foods for my 11:00 AM shift. I imagined I passed beneath the shadows of overpasses I knew weren’t there, and realized I was dreaming at the wheel.
I was pretty thoroughly zombified at that point. Heather and I had broken up for good the night before, and I hadn't gotten even a minute of sleep. Calling out at Avenue Brew was tough. Unless you found someone willing to cover your shift on like six hours' notice, you were liable to get a writeup, a demotion, or your hours cut if you couldn't produce a doctor's note. So I loaded up on caffeine pills and Five-Hour Energy bottles at the corner store, and powered through as best I could.
I finished the last thimbleful of Blue Moon in my glass. Oliver wiped the sweat from the back of his neck with a napkin and covered his mouth to stifle a laugh at the KiwiFarms thread he was scrolling through. Pool balls clacked; somebody swore and somebody laughed. The TouchTunes box was playing Bob Dylan’s “Rain Day Woman #12 & 35,” and enough bleary 40-something men around the bar were bobbing their heads and mouthing the words to make it impossible to determine which one of them paid two bucks to hear it. A guy by the cigarette machine who looked like a caricature of Art Carney in flannel and an old Pixies T-shirt was accosting a woman who must have been a toddler when he hit drinking age, and she momentarily made eye contact with me as she scanned the area for a way out. Danny was shouting over the bartender’s head, carrying on a conversation with the Hot Guy from Pizza Stan’s, who was sitting on the horseshoe’s opposite arm.
I never got his name, but when Oliver first referred to him as the Hot Guy from Pizza Stan’s, I knew exactly who he meant. Philly scene kid par excellence. Mid-20s, washed-out black denim, dyed black hair, thick bangs, and dark, gentle eyes. He was only truly alluring when he was on the job, because he seldom smiled then—and when he smiled, he broke the spell by exposing his teeth, stained a gnarly shade of mahogany from too much smoking and not enough brushing.
“How’s Best? Marcus still a joker?” Danny asked him.
“Yeah, you know Marcus. You know how he is.”
So the Hot Guy had been working at Best Burger (directly across the street from Avenue Brew) ever since Pizza Stan’s owners mismanaged the place unto insolvency. (Afterwards it was renovated and reopened as a vegan bakery—which incidentally closed down about a month ago.) Danny used to work at Best Burger, but that ended after he got into a shouting match with the owner. I happened to overhear it while I was dragging in the tables and collecting the chairs from the sidewalk the night it happened. It wasn’t any of my business, and I tried not to pay attention, but they were really tearing into each other. A month later, Oliver welcomed Danny aboard at Avenue Brew. I hadn’t known he’d been interviewed, and by then it was too late to mention the incident. But I’d have been a hypocrite to call it a red flag after the way I resigned from my position as Café Chakra's assistant manager two years earlier—not that we need to go dredging that up right now. Let's say there was some bad blood and leave it at that.
Anyway, I was thinking about giving in and buying a pack of cigarettes from the machine—and then remembered that Twenty didn’t have a cigarette machine. I looked again. The Art Carney-lookalike was still there, fingering his phone with a frown, but the girl was gone—and so was the cigarette machine.
I had only a moment to puzzle over this before Danny clapped me on the shoulder and thrust a shot glass in front of me.
“Starfish!” he said. (Danny called me Starfish. Everybody else called me Pat.) “You look like you need some juice.”
He distributed shots to everyone else. Marina declined hers, but changed her mind when Kyle offered to take it instead.
She and Kyle had stopped sleeping together after Kyle left Avenue Brew to work at the Victory taproom on the Parkway, but Marina was still concerned about his bad habits, which Danny delighted in encouraging.
We all leaned in to clink our glasses. Before I could find an appropriate moment to ask Marina if I could bum a cigarette, she got up to visit the bathroom. Danny took her seat and bowed his head for a conspiratorial word with Kyle.
I watched from the corner of my eye and tried to listen in. Like Marina, I was a little worried about Kyle. He got hired at Avenue Brew around the same time I did, just before the pandemic temporarily turned us into a takeout joint. He was a senior at Drexel then, an English major, and sometimes talked about wanting to either find work in publishing or carve out a career as a freelance writer after graduating. But first he intended to spend a year getting some life in before submitting himself to the forever grind.
He read a lot of Charles Bukowski and Hunter Thompson. He relished the gritty and sordid, and had already been good at sniffing it out around the neighborhood and in West Philly before Danny introduced him to cocaine, casinos, strip clubs, and a rogue’s gallery of shady but fascinating people. (None were really Danny’s friends; just fellow passengers who intersected with the part of his life where he sometimes went to Parx, sometimes came out ahead, sometimes spent his winnings on coke, and sometimes did bumps at titty bars.) Kyle recounted these adventures with a boyish enthusiasm for the naked reality of sleaze, like a middle schooler telling his locker room buddies about catching his older brother in flagrante and seeing so-and-so body parts doing such-and-such things.
Marina hated it. She never said as much to me, but she was afraid that the template Kyle set for his life during his “year off” was in danger of becoming locked in. The anniversary of his graduation had already passed, and now here he was trying to convince Danny to contribute a couple hundred dollars toward a sheet of acid his guy had for sale. He wasn't doing much writing lately.
I was the oldest employee at Avenue Brew (as I write this I’m 37, but fortunately I don’t look it), and when Kyle still worked with us I felt like it was my prerogative to give him some advice. The longer he waited to make inroads, I once told him, the more likely he’d be seen as damaged goods by the publishing world. He needed to jam his foot in the door while he was still young.
I could tell the conversation bored him, and didn’t bring up the subject again.
The bartender took my glass and curtly asked if I’d like another drink.
“No thanks, not yet,” I answered.
She slid me my bill.
I missed the old bartender, the one she’d replaced. I forget her name, but she was ingenuous and energetic and sweet. Pretty much everyone had some sort of crush on her. Sometimes she came into Avenue Brew for lunch, and tipped us as well as we tipped her. Maybe three months before that night—Danny witnessed it—she suddenly started crying and rushed out the door. Everyone at the bar mutely looked to each other for an explanation. (Fortunately for Twenty, the kitchen manager hadn’t left yet, and picked up the rest of her shift.)
She never came back. None of us had seen her since. But drafts still had to be poured and bottlecaps pulled off, and now here was another white woman in her mid-twenties wearing a black tank top, a pushup bra, and a scrunchie, same as before. Twenty’s regulars grew accustomed to not expecting to see the person she’d replaced, and life went on.
“How’re you doing?” I asked Oliver, just to say something to somebody, and to keep my thoughts from wandering back to Heather.
“Just kind of existing right now,” he answered. His phone lay face-up on the counter. He was swiping through Instagram, and I recognized the avatar of the user whose album he hate-browsed.
“And how’s Austin been?” I asked.
“Oh, you know. Not even three weeks after getting over the jetlag from his trip back from the Cascades, he’s off touring Ireland.” He shook his head. “Living his best life.”
He’d hired Austin on a part-time basis in September. We needed a new associate when Emma was promoted to replace a supervisor who'd quit without even giving his two weeks. There was a whole thing. I'm having a hard time recalling the guy's name, but I liked him well enough. He was a good worker and he seemed like a bright kid, but he was—well, he was young. Naïve. One day he found Jeremy sitting in the back room with his laptop, and took advantage of the open-door policy to ask why the store manager and supervisors didn’t get health benefits or paid time off. Jeremy told him it "was being worked on," and that he couldn’t discuss it any further at that time. I understand the kid got argumentative, though I never knew precisely what was said.
Irene started visiting the shop a lot more often after that, almost always arriving when the kid was working. No matter what he was doing, she’d find a reason to intervene, to micromanage and harangue him, and effectively make his job impossible. A coincidence, surely.
It’s something I still think about. By any metric, Jeremy and Irene have done very well for themselves. They’re both a little over 40 years old. I remember hearing they met at law school. In addition to Avenue Brew, they own a bistro in Francisville and an ice cream parlor in Point Breeze. They have a house on the Blue Line, send their son to a Montessori school, and pull up to their businesses in a white Volkswagen ID.4. But whenever the subject of benefits, wages, or even free shift meals came up, they pled poverty. It simply couldn’t be done. But they liked to remind us about all they did to make Avenue Brew a fun place to work, like let the staff pick the music and allow Oliver and me to conduct a beer tasting once a day. They stuck Black Lives Matter, Believe Women, and Progress flag decals on the front door and windows, and I remember Irene wearing a Black Trans Lives Matter shirt once or twice when covering a supervisor's shift. None of the college students or recent graduates who composed most of Avenue Brew's staff could say the bosses weren't on the right team. And yet...
I'm sorry—I was talking about Austin. He was maybe 30 and already had another job, a “real” job, some sort of remote gig lucrative enough for him to make rent on a studio in the picturesque Episcopal church down the street that had been converted into upscale apartments some years back. Austin wasn’t looking for extra cash. He wanted to socialize. To have something to do and people to talk to in the outside world. He wanted to make friends, and all of us could appreciate that—but it’s hard to be fond of a coworker who irredeemably sucks at his job. Austin never acted with any urgency, was inattentive to detail, and even after repeated interventions from Oliver and the supervisors, he continued to perform basic tasks in bafflingly inefficient ways. Having Austin on your shift meant carrying his slack, and everyone was fed up after a few months. Oliver sat him down, told him he was on thin ice, and gave him a list of the areas in which he needed to improve if he didn’t want to be let go.
When Austin gave Oliver the indignant “I don’t need this job” speech, it was different from those times Danny or I told a boss to go to hell and walked out. Austin truly didn’t need it. He basically said the job was beneath him, and so was Oliver.
It got deep under Oliver’s skin. He did need the job and had to take it seriously, even when it meant being the dipshit manager chewing out a man four or five years his senior. He earned $18 an hour (plus tips when he wasn’t doing admin work), had debts to pay off, and couldn't expect to get any help from his family.
The important thing, though, the part I distinctly remember, was that Oliver was looking at a video of a wading bird Austin had recorded. An egret, maybe. White feathers, long black legs, pointy black beak. Austin must have been standing on a ledge above a creek, because he had an overhead view of the bird as it stood in the water, slowly and deliberately stretching and retracting its neck, eyeing the wriggling little shadows below. As far as the fish could know, they were swimming around a pair of reeds growing out of the silt. The predator from which they extended was of a world beyond their understanding and out of their reach.
The video ended. Oliver moved on to the next item: a photograph of the bird from the same perspective, with a fish clamped in its beak. Water droplets flung from the victim's thrashing tail caught the sunlight. And I remember now, I clearly remember, the shapes of like twelve other fish stupidly milling about the bird's feet, unperturbed and unpanicked.
Danny peered at Oliver’s phone and observed a resemblance between the bird—its shape and bearing, and the composition of the photograph—and a POV porn video shot from behind and above, and he told us so. Elaborately. He made squawking noises.
“And mom says I’m a degenerate,” Oliver sighed. “Can you practice your interspecies pickup artist shit somewhere else?” Oliver flicked his wrist, shooing Danny off, and held his phone in front of his face to signal that he was done talking.
Danny sagged a little on his stool and turned away. I sometimes felt bad for him. For all his faults, he had the heart of a puppy dog. He really did think of us as his tribe. There was nobody else who’d only ever answer “yes” when you asked him to pick up a shift, and he did it completely out of loyalty.
He was turning 29 in a week. I wondered how many people would actually turn out to celebrate with him at the Black Taxi. Kyle probably would—but even he regarded Danny more as a source of vulgar entertainment than a friend.
Then it happened again. When I turned to speak to Oliver, there’d been a pair of pool cues leaning side-by-side against the wall a few stools down. Now they were gone.
This time it might have been my imagination. Somebody passing by could have casually snatched them up and kept walking.
But a moment later I seemed to notice a second TouchTunes box protruding from the wall directly behind me. I let it be.
Marina returned from the bathroom. Danny rose and offered her back her seat with an exaggerated bow. Before she got settled, I asked if she’d like to step outside with me. She withdrew her pack of Marlboro Menthols from her canvas bag, which she left sitting on the stool to deter Danny from sitting back down.
Marina never minded letting me bum cigarettes from time to time. I couldn’t buy them for myself anymore; it’s a habit I could never keep under control, and was only getting more expensive. Like everything else in the world. About once a month I reimbursed her by buying her a pack.
The air out on the sidewalk was as hot as the air inside Twenty, but easier to breathe. After lighting up, Marina leaned against the bricks and sighed.
“I wish Oliver would fire Danny already and get it over with.”
I nodded. Marina rarely talked about anything but work.
“He sneaks drinks and doesn't think anyone notices he's buzzed,” she went on. “He steals so much shit and isn’t even a little subtle about it. He’s going to get Oliver in trouble. And he’s a creep.”
“Yeah,” I said. These were her usual complaints about Danny, and they were all true. “At least he’s better than Austin.”
“That’s a low bar.”
Three dirt bikes and an ATV roared down the lonely street, charging through stop sign after stop sign, putting our talk on hold.
“Remind me. You’ve got one semester left, right?” I asked after the noise ebbed.
Marina was a marketing major at Temple. She’d had an internship during the spring semester, and her boss told her to give her a call the very minute she graduated. Her parents in central Pennsylvania couldn’t pay her rent or tuition for her, so she was a full-time student and a full-time employee at Avenue Brew. Her emotional spectrum ranged from "tired" to "over it." She’d been waiting tables and working at coffee shops since she was seventeen, had no intention of continuing for even a day longer than she had to, and feared the escape hatch would slam shut if she dallied too long after prying it open.
She’d considered majoring in English, like Kyle. She went for marketing instead. I couldn’t blame her.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “You’ve been kind of off all day.”
“I’m terrible.”
I gave dodgy answers, but she asked precisely the right follow-up questions to get me going about what happened with Heather the night before.
It was the new job. Before the pandemic, Heather worked as a server at a Center City bar and grill. (That's where I met her; we were coworkers for about a year, and then I left to work Café Chakra because it was quieter and closer to where I lived.) When the place closed its doors and laid everyone off during the lockdown, she got a stopgap job at the Acme on Passyunk, and hated it. Then in March, she found a bar-and-lounge gig in a ritzy hotel on Broad Street. Very corporate. Excellent pay, great benefits. Definitely a step up. But her new employers made Irene and Jeremy look like Bob and Linda Belcher by comparison. It was the kind of place where someone had recently gotten herself fired for leaving work to rush to the hospital after getting the news that her grandmother was about to be taken off life support, and not finding someone to come in and cover the last two hours of her shift.
Heather seldom worked fewer than fifty-five hours a week, and her schedule was even more erratic than mine. At least once a week she left the hotel at 1:00 or 2:00 AM and returned at 9:00 the next morning. Neither of us could remember the last time she’d had two consecutive days off, and it had been over a month since one of mine overlapped with one of hers. She’d spent it drinking alone at home. All she wanted was some privacy.
I’d biked to South Philly to meet her when she got home at 1:30. The argument that killed our relationship for good began around 2:30, when I complained that we never had sex anymore. Heather accused me of only caring about that, when she was so exhausted and stressed that her hair was falling out in the shower. Quit the job? She couldn’t quit. The money was too good. She had student loans, medical bills, and credit card debt, and for the first time in her life she could imagine paying it all off before hitting menopause.
So, yeah, I was cranky about our sex life being dead in the water. Say whatever you like. But at that point, what were we to each other? We did nothing together anymore but complain about work before one or both of us fell asleep. That isn’t a relationship.
She said my hair always smelled like sandwiches, even after bathing, and she was done pretending it didn’t turn her off. I told her she was one to talk—she always reeked of liquor. As things escalated, we stopped caring if her roommates heard us. “You want to be a father?” she shouted around 4:00 AM. “Making what you make? That poor fucking kid.”
We fought until sunrise, and I left her apartment with the understanding that I wouldn’t be coming back, wouldn’t be calling her ever again. I biked home and sat on the steps facing the cement panel that was my house’s backyard. After my phone died and I couldn’t anaesthetize myself with dumb YouTube videos or make myself feel crazy staring at the download button for the Tinder app, I watched the sparrows hopping on and off the utility lines for a while.
At 11:40 I went inside. One of my roommates was already in the shower, so the best I could do was put on a clean Avenue Brew T-shirt before walking to the shop and clocking in at noon to help deal with the lunch rush.
“That’s a lot,” Marina finally said. “Sorry.”
I don’t know what I was expecting her to say. She was sixteen years my junior, after all, and just a coworker. She didn’t need to hear any of this, and I definitely didn't need to be telling her. But who else was there to tell?
She’d already finished her cigarette. I still had a few puffs left. She went inside.
I decided to call it a night.
The second TouchTunes box was gone—naturally. Danny had taken my stool, and regarded my approach with a puckish you snooze you lose grin. I wasn’t going to say anything. I’d just pay my bill, give everyone a nod goodnight, and walk the five blocks back home.
And then Danny disappeared.
One second, he was there. The next—gone.
Danny didn’t just instantaneously vanish. Even when something happens in the blink of an eye, you can still put together something of a sequence. I saw him—I seemed to see him—falling into himself, collapsing to a point, and then to nothing.
You know how sometimes a sound is altogether inaudible unless you’re looking at the source—like when you don’t realize somebody’s whispering at you, and can then hear and understand them after they get your attention? I think that was the case here. I wouldn't have known to listen if I hadn't seen it happen. What I heard lingered for two, maybe three seconds, and wasn't any louder than a fly buzzing inside a lampshade. A tiny and impossibly distant scream, pitchshifted like a receding ambulance siren into a basso drone...
I don’t know. I don’t know for sure. I’m certain I remember a flash of red, and I have the idea of Danny’s trunk expanding, opening up as it imploded. A crimson flower, flecked white, with spooling pink stalks—and Danny’s wide-eyed face above it, drawn twisting and shrinking into its petals.
For an instant, Twenty’s interior shimmered. Not shimmered, exactly—glitched would be a better word. If you’re old enough to remember the fragmented graphics that sometimes flashed onscreen when you turned on the Nintendo without blowing on the cartridge, you’ll have an idea of what I mean. It happened much too fast, and there was too much of it to absorb. The one clear impression I could parse was the mirage of a cash register flickering upside-down above the pool table.
Not a cash register. The shape was familiar, but the texture was wrong. I think it was ribbed, sort of like a maggot. I think it glistened. Like—camo doesn’t work anymore when the wearer stops crouching behind a bush and breaks into a run. Do you get what I’m saying?
Nobody else seemed to notice. The pool balls clacked. A New Order track was playing on the TouchTunes box. A nearby argument about about Nick Sirianni continued unabated.
Finally, there was a downward rush of air—and this at least elicited a reaction from the bartender, who slapped my bill to keep it from sailing off the counter.
“Danny,” I said.
“Danny?” Kyle asked me quietly. His face had gone pale.
“Danny?” Oliver repeated in a faraway voice.
After a pause, Kyle blinked a few times. “You heard from him?”
“God forbid,” said Marina. “When he quit I was like, great, I can keep working here after all.”
“Oh, come on—”
“Kyle. Did I ever show you those texts he sent me once at three in the morning?” The color had returned to Oliver’s face.
“No, what did he say?”
Oliver tapped at his phone and turned the screen toward Kyle.
“Oh. Oh, jeez.”
“Right? Like—if you want to ask me something, ask me. You know? Don’t be weirdly accusatory about it…”
I pulled a wad of fives and ones from my pocket, threw it all onto the counter, and beelined for the exit without consideration for the people I squeezed through and shoved past on the way.
I heard Marina saying “let him go.”
I went a second consecutive night without sleep. Fortunately I wasn’t scheduled to come in the next day.
The schedule. It’s funny. Oliver was generally great at his job, and even when he wasn’t, I cut him a lot of slack because I knew Irene and Jeremy never gave him a moment’s peace. But I could never forgive him those times he waited until the weekend to make up and distribute the schedule. This was one of those weeks he didn’t get around to it until Saturday afternoon. When I found it in my inbox, Danny’s name wasn’t anywhere on it.
As far as I know, nobody who hadn’t been at Twenty that night asked what happened to him. We were a bit overstaffed as it was, and everyone probably assumed Danny was slated for the chopping block. The part-timers were, for the most part, happy to get a few additional hours.
Oliver abruptly quit around Labor Day after a final acrimonious clash with the owners. I never found out the details, and I never saw him again. Jeremy and Irene took turns minding the store while a replacement manager was sought. None of the supervisors would be pressured into taking the job; they knew from Oliver what they could expect.
About three weeks after Oliver left, I came in for my purchasing shift and found Jeremy waiting for me in the back room. I knew it was serious when he didn’t greet me with the awkward fist-bump he ordinarily required of his male employees.
“You’ve seen the numbers,” he said. Business for the summer had fallen short of expectations, it was true, and he and Irene had decided to rein in payroll expenses. My purchaser position was being eliminated. Its responsibilities would be redistributed among the supervisors and the new manager, when one was found. In the meantime, I'd be going back to the regular $11 an hour (plus tips of course) associate position full-time.
Jeremy assured me I'd be first in the running for supervisor the next time there was an opening.
I told him it was fine, I was done, and if he’d expected the courtesy of two weeks’ notice, he shouldn’t have blindsided me like that.
“Well, that’s your choice,” he answered, trying not to look pleased. His payroll problem was solving itself.
I racked up credit card debt for a few months. Applied for entry-level museum jobs that might appreciate my art history degree. Aimed for some purchasing and administrative assistant gigs, and just for the hell of it, turned in a resume for a facilitator position at an after-school art program. Got a few interviews. All of them eventually told me they’d decided to go in a different direction. I finally got hired to bartend at Hops from Underground, a microbrewery on Fairmount.
I’m still there. The money’s okay, but it fluctuates. Hours are reasonable. I’m on their high-deductible health plan. There’s a coworker I’ve been dating. Sort of dating. You know how it goes. In this line of work you get so used to people coming and going that you learn not to get too attached. I walk past Avenue Brew a few times a week, but stopped peering in through the window when I didn't recognize the people behind the counter anymore.
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2023.06.03 14:45 SchlesingerMindy323 [HIRING] 25 Jobs in CT Hiring Now!

Company Name Title City
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Five Guys Shift Manager Newtown
Bunzl Class A Driver Orange
Bunzl CDL A Driver Orange
UnitedHealth Group Medical Receptionist Plainville
STV Inc Assistant Project Manager Poquonock
UniFirst Route Service Manager - UniFirst Stratford
UniFirst Maintenance Custodian - UniFirst Stratford
Connecticut Institute for Communities, Inc. School Based Health Center Patient Registrar Waterbury
Five Guys Crew Member - starting at 16.50 Brookfield
Minerals Technologies Operations Manager Canaan
Open Systems Technologies AVP - UX Designer Greenwich
UnitedHealth Group Coding Auditor Hartford
Five Guys Crew Member - starting at 16.50 New Milford
Five Guys Crew Member - starting at 15.00 Oxford
Harman International Industries Director - Tax Controversy Stamford
Conair Corporation Director, Creative Stamford
Rhone Apparel VP, Sales Stamford
Conair Corporation Director, Brand Design - Cuisinart Stamford
Legrand North America Territory Sales Manager Unity Plaza
Five Guys Crew Member - starting at 16.00 Westport
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State of CT Judicial Branch Network Engineer East Hartford
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Hey guys, here are some recent job openings in ct. Feel free to comment here or send me a private message if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!
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2023.06.03 13:00 RocMaker Gluten Free in Rudesheim?

We are on a Viking river cruise and would like to have dinner in Rudesheim tonight. One member of our group has to eat gluten free and the rest of us do not want to go to a vegetarian restaurant.
Would you please recommend a restaurant if you can?
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2023.06.03 09:07 No-Helicopter-9672 Mother road 🇺🇸❤🍀

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2023.06.03 05:34 Locutus_of_borg_1 Sharp ongoing pain lower right side

I figured I would post here since I haven’t had much help from my doctors. For the past two years or so I will randomly get a sharp right pain in my lower right abdomen near my hip bone. The first time it happened I thought it might have been appendicitis, but I was still hungry and the pain went away. The issue is it keeps coming back and even though I have a pretty high pain tolerance it is enough to hurt quite a bit. I’ve had an ultrasound done, a colonoscopy, a pill cam and even at ct done and my gastro hasn’t been able to find anything. I was prescribed hyoscyamine but never officially diagnosed with ibs. I tried going gluten free to see if that was the cause but it’s not. Does this sound relatable to anyone? Any tips? The doctors seem to be out of ideas
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2023.06.03 05:24 No-Scheme2867 TLDR// feels like a never ending flare up that’s been going on for 2 years and only getting worse

Hi, I have had hypo for like 8-10 years I wanna say. I’m a 20 y/o F. About 5 years ago I got diagnosed with hashis. These last 2 years have been HORRENDOUS, it’s been like an ongoing flair with absolutely no end and it’s only been getting worse. It started after I got my 2nd Covid vaccine dose thingy of Moderna. I was at college, having a great time-doing band camp and living my dreams. Then about 3 hours after my vaccine I was rushed to the ER because I thought I was having a heart attack, I had a sinus infection that wasn’t going away, had recently gotten sun poisoning. Overall, I just wasn’t feeling well. I had a doctor on campus I was seeing regularly and they couldn’t figure out what was going on…I had appointments almost every 2 days at that point. I was in and out of the ER for the next month, and had decided I couldn’t keep doing college so I medically withdrew and went back home. Fast forward a few months I had started working again, trying to push through and ignore the issues at hand. Then I planned my wedding and got married to my husband and made a cross country drive to AZ from NC. Then I started having troubles with driving (beforehand I was super tired at night and thought I would fall asleep behind the wheel multiple times)- up until I moved to AZ I was on 100 mcg of Levothyroxine (this was like all of 2021- early 2022). My hands started cramping, and now i have trouble using my hands, I don’t drive at all anymore and I can barely walk currently. I am a mil spouse so I started doing kickball, then twisted my ankle and that went from ankle, to hip pain, to back pain. This happened about 8 months ago now. When I went to the dr she upped my dose of levothyroxine to 125mcg, and put me on some pain meds (nothing crazy, basically it was ibuprofen). Okay, now that we have some of the back story down let’s go to today. The back/hip pain is severe. I can barely walk 10 steps without shooting pain. I’ve had numerous MRI/X-RAYS/CT scans and blood work done. Nothing comes up. Im currently on 200 mcg of Levothyroxine, taken how it’s supposed to. I have barely any appetite, severe insomnia, severe fatigue, and I’m freezing all the time. Im on meds that are supposed to help me sleep, an anti anxiety, and anti depressant, vitamin d, prenatal, and pain meds as needed (flexeril). I can’t work, or drive, and I feel like my eyes are also getting worse? I’ve been having headaches all the time, sometimes even migraines and the last thyroid panel I did my levels were normal range. Im having a really hard time with my mental health because we are struggling financially and I can’t help out currently. We aren’t even gonna start on the memory loss. My doctor is currently trying to figure out if I have another autoimmune disease or something. She’s suspecting potential fibromyalgia.
I apologize for the super long post. All of this is to say that I feel really alone and I barely have any friends out here for support. It’s really just my husband. I’ve tried gluten free but it didn’t help. I’m just really lost and feel super alone that I’m the only one dealing with this. I don’t feel like I want to label myself as having a disability but is hashis a disability? I dunno my mental health is just getting really bad because I don’t know what to do to help myself anymore, my doctor is aware of all of this as well.
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2023.06.03 04:19 skittylover666 gluten makes me feel like i have the flu?

when i eat gluten over long periods of time, i vomit and get very nauseous. these days i eat gluten free but when i accidentally get cross contaminated as i live in a shared kitchen household, i tend to feel like i have the flu. it lasts for about two hours then goes away. if it's more than just a crumb of gluten, like when i ate something from a restaurant and didn't realize the item had crumbs all over the bottom from the oven (i was still learning how to eat gf pls don't attack me), it lasted 6 hours. i have taken out covid tests when i get like this because of how i just feel like i have the flu.
it is possible that it's not gluten making me feel like this, and instead it's something like mcas or me/cfs. but i don't know what to make of it. anyone have this experience and is it from gluten or potentially should i ask my doctor about other autoimmune conditions? i take covid seriously and wear a strong mask everywhere and don't go out except to the grocery store so i don't know if it's actual sickness. it feels like i'm sick, yet also that i'm not? i don't know because it only lasts a few hours
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2023.06.03 01:27 next3days For those in Blacksburg: Weekend Event Rundown

For anyone in town for the summer who's looking for events to enjoy this weekend, here's 25 local events you can enjoy and participate in on Saturday & Sunday.
1. 2023 Pulaski County Spring Flea Market New River Valley Fairgrounds, Dublin Saturday, June 3, 2023 and Sunday, June 4, 2023, 7:00 AM - 5:00 PM Admission: $2.00, Kids 6 and Under: Free The Dublin Lions Club presents the 2023 Pulaski County Spring Flea Market celebrating 48 years. With over 20,000 visitors and 700 vendors spaces, more than a dozen different food vendors offering varied food options and the chance to eat a few of the famous "Lion Dogs", you will not want to miss this event. Check out vendors with crafts, antiques and more at the semi-annual Pulaski County Flea Market. Although over 100 spaces are under roof, it is a largely an outdoor event. The terrain is varied from asphalt, gravel and grass. Parking is free. All proceeds go to the Dublin Lions and their numerous community causes such as eyeglasses for the needy and hunger relief in the community. The event is rain or shine. Link:
2. Kunga Fest 2023: Two-Day Donations Yoga Festival In Balance Yoga Studio, Blacksburg Friday, June 2, 2023, 4:00 - 10:00 PM and Saturday, June 3, 2023, 8:30 AM - 5:00 PM Yoga classes and events are by donation. In Balance Yoga Studio presents their 10th Kunga Fest, a two-day Donations Yoga Festival with 100% of the donations donated to directly support the Homes of Hope Orphanage in India. Homes of Hope is a safe space for orphaned, abandoned, or trafficked young girls in India. In Balance Yoga is offering 15 donation-based classes throughout the two-day event. Hot yoga, ariel yoga, yoga classes with live music and gentle flow, are just some of the options offered. A silent auction will also be offered with bidding open until 6:00 PM on Saturday, June 3rd. Over 20 items are in the auction including a private ariel yoga session, a one-hour reiki session, an acupuncture session and more! Yoga classes and events are by donation though registration is required. Membership is not required to attend however new students will have to create an online profile in order to register. Link:
3. National Trails Day: Appalachian Trail Volunteer Trail Work Pearis Cemetary / Appalachian Trailhead Parking, Pearisburg Saturday, June 3, 2023, 9:00 AM - 4:00 PM Admission: Free The Outdoor Club at Virginia Tech is hosting Appalachian Trail Volunteer Trail Work for National Trails Day meeting at the Appalachian Trailhead Parking at Pearis Cemetary. The first Saturday of June each year is designated as National Trails Day, a day to celebrate our National Trails. There are a variety of volunteer opportunities available throughout the Trail. Essential trail maintenance helps protect natural resources and improves the hiking experience. Activities planned for the day include removing tress that have fallen across the Trail and are obstructing its path, cleaning out water bars and other trail tread structures of debris so that they can effectively divert water from the Trail and continue to help reduce erosion, as well as trimming back woody bushes that might be encroaching on the sides of the Trail. This work will be taking place on Hemlock Ridge, the stretch of Trail between the Celenese plant and Clendennin Road. There will be a shuttle planned to allow for a 3-mile hike through, performing work along the way. No previous experience required and all ages are welcome. The club will provide tools, training, and personal protective equipment. While it is free to volunteer, registration is required to ensure enough supplies will be available. Link:
4. American Red Cross Blood Drive with Brunch Meadowbrook Public Library, Shawsville Saturday, June 3, 2023, 9:00 AM - 2:00 PM Admission: Free Meadowbrook Public Library and the Meadowbrook Center hosts an American Red Cross Blood Drive. Help save a life by donating blood. Brunch will be provided for donors and they may select a used book to take home. Books compliments of Friends of the Library-Meadowbrook Chapter. The blood drive is sponsored by Craighill Masonic Lodge and Meadowbrook Library. Link:
5. CIMA Open House Christiansburg Institute Museum and Archives, Christiansburg Saturday, June 3, 2023, 10:00 AM - 2:00 PM Admission: Free Christiansburg Institute Museum & Archives staff will lead museum guests on a behind the scenes tour of our archives and explain the digitization process. Explore the history of Christiansburg Institute and African American history in Southwest Virginia. No registration is required. Link:
6. Survival Skills Workshop Series: Part 2: Edible and Medicinal Plants Pulaski County Library, Pulaski Saturday, June 3, 2023, 11:00 AM - 12:00 PM Admission: Free The Pulaski County Library continues their Survival Skills Workshop Series with "Part 2: Edible and Medicinal Plants". Learn about edible and medicinal plants and enjoy some pine needle tea. Join them to learn important survival skills from a Claytor Lake ranger. This is the second part of a four-part course that will help you to brush up our survivalist knowledge and skills. All are welcome but these will be gauged for adults. Link:
7. 2023 Gospel Sing St. Luke and Odd Fellows Hall, Blacksburg Saturday, June 3, 2023, 12:00 - 4:00 PM Admission: Free Blacksburg Museum and Cultural Foundation presents the annual Gospel Sing. The afternoon will be filled with singing, dancing, and fellowship as six local groups including Simple Gifts, Indian Run, Glorylanders and soloists perform their favorite current and old-time gospel favorites. Food and beverage will be available for purchase. Link:
8. Historic Smithfield's June Crafters' Stitch Along Historic Smithfield, Blacksburg Saturday, June 3, 2023, 12:00 - 3:00 PM Admission: Free Historic Smithfield presents June's Crafters' Stitch Along. You don't have to stitch to participate. Bring whatever craft you would like to work on and feel free to bring your paints, pencils, hooks, yarn, needles or fabric. This event is free to attend though pre-registration is appreciated. Link:
9. Music at the Villa with Craig Vaughn Villa Appalaccia Winery, Floyd Saturday, June 3, 2023, 1:00 - 4:00 PM Admission: Free Relax and enjoy some great music along with great wine and food. Craig Vaughn is a musician that combines extraordinary musicianship with heavy-duty fun. His high energy blend of rock, blues, pop and acoustic music equals unforgettable moments for audiences. He seamlessly goes from playing Bob Marley to The Eagles to Johnny Cash to Tom Petty to Ed Sheering to Journey to Newgrass to The Steve Miller Band without missing a lick. Kids and well-behaved dogs welcome. Link:
10. Genealogy Saturdays Alexander Black House & Cultural Center, Blacksburg Saturday, June 3, 2023, 1:00 - 4:00 PM Admission: Free Ancestry experts will be on hand to assist you as you explore your family tree. Come with questions about research and discovering your roots. Join them on the first Saturday of every month for Genealogy Saturdays. Link:
11. Puzzle Swap Christiansburg Library, Christiansburg Saturday, June 3, 2023, 1:00 - 3:00 PM Admission: Free Bring your puzzles to swap for new-to-you puzzles. Please make sure that all pieces are there. Link:
12. June 2023 Cruiser Night Scoops Arcade, Pembroke Saturday, June 3, 2023, 5:00 - 8:00 PM Admission: Free Scoops Arcade continues their Cruiser Nights on Snidow Street in downtown Pembroke, VA. Show off your classic, modified, or new cars, trucks and bikes. Ride in style down the street and/or park and enjoy the atmosphere and oldies music. All vehicles and spectators are welcome. Hotdogs, corndogs, pizza, nachos, drinks and Scoops old fashion hand dipped ice cream and shakes will be available inside Scoops. Link:
13. Bobby and Blake Parker in Concert Rising Silo Farm Brewery, Blacksburg Saturday, June 3, 2023, 6:00 - 9:00 PM Admission: Free Rising Silo Farm Brewery presents Bobby and Blake Parker playing cozy folk music, blues and ragtime on 6- and 12-string guitar and more. Link:
14. Chico and Willie in Concert Outerspace, Floyd Saturday, June 3, 2023, 6:00 - 9:00 PM Admission: Free Chico & Willie perform Americana music to make you smile outside at Outerspace. Link:
15. John McEuen & The Circle Band in Concert Floyd Country Store, Floyd Saturday, June 3, 2023, 7:00 - 10:00 PM General Admission: $38.00, Reserved Seating: $45.00 John McEuen has performed for 50 years worldwide with his banjo, fiddle, guitar, and mandolin. Often referred to as ‘the String Wizard’, he humorously weaves stories of his travels and family life (he has raised 7 kids), taking us on a multi-media show through where his musical path has taken him. A founding member of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band in 1966, John realized his teenage dream: to record with Earl Scruggs and Doc Watson. When he initiated the 1972 classic "Will the Circle Be Unbroken" album with his band the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Earl and Doc with Roy Acuff, Mother Maybelle Carter, Jimmy Martin, Merel Travis, Vassar Clements, Norman Blake gathered for an historic week in the studio. The album has been inducted in to the Library of Congress as "one of America’s most important recordings" and the Grammy Hall of Fame. John has continually performed since 1963, doing over 11,000 concerts, 300 television shows, 10,000 interviews and flown more than 4 million miles. McEuen’s rich history of creating, producing and preserving original and traditional folk music earned him the 2013 Charlie Poole Lifetime Achievement Award. He has made over 46 albums (7 solo) that have earned four platinum and five gold records, multiple Grammy Awards and nominations, CMA and ACM awards, an Emmy film score nomination, IBMA record of the year award, and performed on another 25 albums as guest artist. Link:
16. The CC Coates Band in Concert Dogtown Roadhouse, Floyd Saturday, June 3, 2023, 8:00 - 11:00 PM Admission: $8.00 The CC Coates Band performs blues, soul and rock n roll. Sung by the real deal and backed by a hell of a band. Link:
17. 2023 Check Farm Trail Downtown Check, Check Sunday, June 4, 2023, 10:00 AM - 6:00 PM Admission: Free Floyd Country Tourism presents the 2nd Annual Check Farm Trail at seven participating farms and businesses throughout Check, Virginia including Lil Valley Farm, Weathertop Farm, Grateful Produce, I-Tal Acres, Seven Spring's Farm and The Soup Shop. This family-friendly experience is an up-close chance to learn about agriculture through demonstrations, tastings and farm tours and more. Food and/or products will be available for purchase at most of the farms and businesses. Times and available hours vary by farm and tour stop. Link:
18. 2023 Rotary Club of Floyd Dog Show Warren G. Lineberry Memorial Park, Floyd Sunday, June 4, 2023, 12:15 - 3:00 PM Dogs: $5.00 entry per class, Spectators: Free though donations encouraged The Rotary Club of Floyd County presents their 4th Annual Rotary Dog Show. Bring your dog, puppy, and/or faithful canine friend to compete in one or more of the dog show classes and ribbons will be awarded for each class. Classes for Dog Show include Best Tail, Best Treat Catcher, Best Smile, Best Owner-Dog Look-a-Like Contest, Best Trick, Cutest Puppy Under One Year Old, Best Bark, Best Mixed Breed Dog, Best Purebred Dog, Best Child Handler Under 12 Years Old and more. All dogs must should be on a short leash and up to date on vaccinations. The Humane Society will also have a table and possibly dogs to adopt. Adults and children ages 9 and older are welcome to participate with their dog in the various classes. Proceeds will be used to help build a dog park in Floyd. Link:
19. Music Jam and Car Cruise-In Wildwood Farms General Store, Floyd Sunday, June 4, 2023, 1:00 - 4:00 PM Admission: Free Enjoy a cruise-in with a variety of classic cars, motorcycles and other vehicles from 1:00-4:00 PM. All are welcome to bring their vehicles. And, bring your instruments and join in the music jam from 2:00-4:00 PM. Admission is free and all are welcome including non-musicians. The event is weather permitting. Link:
20. Clay Blevins in Concert Buffalo Mountain Brewery, Floyd Sunday, June 4, 2023, 1:00 - 4:00 PM Admission: Free Clay Blevins performs a signature mix of old and new country, pop and singer songwriter tunes. Link:
21. Book Club Meeting: Corkscrew Blacksburg Wine Lab, Blacksburg Sunday, June 4, 2023, 1:00 - 3:00 PM Admission: $40.00 Blacksburg Wine Lab presents their June Book Club Meeting featuring the book "Corkscrew" by Peter Stafford-Bow. Josh from Well Crafted Wine has picked this book specifically for the book club and will be hosting the event. The book includes a whole chapter on South Africa and Josh is inspired to share a tasting of his favorite bottles with participants from this region, along with a selection of crafted bites from Chef Bryan. The ticket price includes the wine tasting, book discussion and crafted bites to accompany the wine. RSVP is required. Link:
22. Matt Mullins in Concert Rock House Marina, Pulaski Sunday, June 4, 2023, 3:00 - 5:00 PM Admission: Free Matt Mullins performs multiple genres of music and now resides from Beckley, West Virginia after a stay in Southwest Virginia. A loud and sometimes profanity filled personality, you can't help but love to hate his shake, rattle, and roll nonsense. By spending the better part of the last decade creating songs with some of his favorite artists, (in particular The Boatmen) it has helped shape this songwriters methodology. Relating to back porch memories, and moving listeners to undoubtedly feel that he's got music in his bones. Link:
23. Sunday Mountain Music Series with Kris Hale Mountain Lake Lodge, Pembroke Sunday, June 4, 2023, 4:00 - 6:00 PM Admission: Free Kristopher Hale is a native of Roanoke, Virginia. Currently a Adjunct Professor of Music at both Radford University and Lynchburg College in Virginia, he also teaches guitar and music theory privately throughout the New River Valley and Roanoke areas. He is a sought after performer, appearing in public and private events throughout Virginia playing classical music to The Beatles. Stop by Salt Pond Pub every Sunday starting Memorial Day weekend through Sunday, August 20th for live music and delicious food and drinks. Perfect for relaxing with the whole family (furry friends welcome too). Link:
24. Open Mic Night (Family Friendly and 18+ Segments) The Beast of Blacksburg Pizzeria & Bar, Blacksburg Sunday, June 4, 2023, 4:00 PM - 01:00 AM Admission: Free The Beast of Blacksburg Pizzeria & Bar kicks off their Open Mic Nights with two segments offering a full evening of local talent. From 4:00-8:00 PM, family friendly material will be performed and then from 9:00 PM - 1:00 AM, the open mic is open to adult material for ages 18 and up. Note: Any group acts of more than two performers should message them on Facebook to make the necessary arrangements. Link:
25. Mist on the Mountain in Concert Palisades Restaurant, Eggleston Sunday, June 4, 2023, 5:00 - 7:30 PM Admission: Free Mist on the Mountain is an Irish Traditional Music group based in the New River Valley of southwest Virginia. From lively jigs and reels to heartbreaking laments and rollicking ballads, Mist on the Mountain provides great Irish music for any occasion. Reservations are not required, but recommended for dining area seating. Link:
Have a great weekend and thanks for reading!
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2023.06.03 00:25 SegaStan Restaurants that are nearly or entirely gluten free/friendly?

My girlfriend has a gluten intolerance and she's getting progressively more and more upset with restaurants that have few or no gluten free options.
Does anyone know any good places that are predominately gluten free, where nothing is off limits?
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