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Concrete Caisson Foundations: A Comprehensive Guide by Foundation Solutions

When it comes to constructing sturdy and reliable structures, the foundation plays a pivotal role in ensuring long-term stability and safety. One of the most effective methods for supporting heavy loads and navigating challenging soil conditions is the use of concrete caissons. At Foundation Solutions, we specialize in providing top-quality concrete caisson foundation services, tailored to meet the specific needs of each project. In this comprehensive guide, we’ll delve into the basics of concrete caissons, their applications, benefits, and why Foundation Solutions is your go-to provider for exceptional foundation services.

What Are Concrete Caissons?

Concrete caissons, also known as drilled shafts, are deep foundation elements constructed by drilling a cylindrical hole into the ground and filling it with reinforced concrete. These structures are designed to transfer heavy loads from a building or structure to deeper, more stable soil or rock layers. Concrete caissons are commonly used in various construction projects, including bridges, high-rise buildings, towers, and other heavy structures.

The Construction Process of Concrete Caissons

The construction of concrete caissons involves several key steps:

Site Assessment and Planning: Before construction begins, a thorough site assessment is conducted to evaluate soil conditions, load requirements, and any potential challenges. This information is crucial for determining the size, depth, and number of caissons needed.

Drilling the Shaft: A specialized drilling rig is used to create a cylindrical hole in the ground. The diameter and depth of the shaft depend on the load-bearing requirements and soil conditions.

Installing Reinforcement: Once the shaft is drilled, a steel reinforcement cage is lowered into the hole. This cage provides additional strength and stability to the caisson.

Pouring Concrete: Concrete is poured into the shaft, encasing the reinforcement cage. The concrete is typically poured continuously to prevent the formation of cold joints, ensuring a uniform and strong foundation element.

Curing and Inspection: After pouring, the concrete is allowed to cure and harden. The caisson is then inspected for any defects or irregularities.

Load Testing: In some cases, load testing may be performed to verify the caisson’s load-bearing capacity and ensure it meets design specifications.

Applications of Concrete Caissons

Concrete caissons are versatile foundation elements suitable for a wide range of applications, including:

Bridges: Caissons provide the necessary support for bridge piers, transferring loads to deeper, more stable soil layers.

High-Rise Buildings: For skyscrapers and other tall structures, caissons offer a reliable foundation solution capable of handling heavy vertical and lateral loads.

Towers and Masts: Communication towers, transmission masts, and similar structures benefit from the stability and strength of concrete caisson foundations.

Marine Structures: In coastal and offshore construction, caissons are used to support docks, piers, and other marine structures.

Retaining Walls: Caissons can be used in the construction of retaining walls, providing stability and preventing soil erosion.

Benefits of Concrete Caisson Foundations

Concrete caisson foundations offer numerous benefits, making them an ideal choice for various construction projects:

High Load-Bearing Capacity: Caissons can support extremely heavy loads, making them suitable for large and complex structures.

Versatility: They can be used in a wide range of soil conditions, including soft soils, loose sands, and even underwater environments.

Reduced Settlement: By transferring loads to deeper, more stable soil layers, caissons minimize settlement and ensure the long-term stability of the structure.

Resistance to Lateral Forces: Caissons provide excellent resistance to lateral forces, such as wind and seismic activity, enhancing the overall safety of the structure.

Durability: When constructed with high-quality materials and proper techniques, concrete caissons are highly durable and require minimal maintenance.

Cost-Effectiveness: Despite the initial investment, caissons can be cost-effective in the long run due to their durability and minimal maintenance requirements.

Why Choose Foundation Solutions for Concrete Caisson Services?

At Foundation Solutions, we pride ourselves on delivering top-notch foundation services, including concrete caisson construction. Here’s why we stand out from the competition:

Experienced Team: Our team of professionals has extensive experience in designing and constructing concrete caisson foundations for a wide range of projects.

Advanced Technology: We use the latest equipment and techniques to ensure precision and efficiency in every project.

Customized Solutions: We understand that every project is unique, which is why we offer customized foundation solutions tailored to meet your specific needs.

Quality Materials: We use only the highest quality materials, ensuring the durability and longevity of our foundation solutions.

Customer Satisfaction: Our commitment to customer satisfaction is unmatched. We work closely with our clients to ensure their needs are met and expectations exceeded.

Case Study: Successful Concrete Caisson Project

One of our recent projects involved the construction of a high-rise office building in an area with challenging soil conditions. Our team conducted a thorough site assessment and determined that concrete caissons were the best solution for supporting the structure’s significant load requirements. We successfully drilled and installed multiple caissons, providing a stable and reliable foundation for the building. The project was completed on time and within budget, with the client highly satisfied with the results.

Contact Foundation Solutions Today

If you’re planning a construction project that requires a reliable and durable foundation, contact Foundation Solutions today. Our team of experts is ready to provide you with top-quality concrete caisson services tailored to your project’s needs. With our experience, advanced technology, and commitment to excellence, we guarantee a foundation that will stand the test of time.

At Foundation Solutions, we are dedicated to providing superior foundation solutions for all your construction needs. Trust us to deliver the expertise and quality you deserve, ensuring the stability and safety of your structures for years to come.

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Unmasking Mil: The Imperative Sub-Fractional Unit Of Measurement

Born out of the necessity of precision in various industries, units of measurement have established themselves as essential elements for numerous professions. Among these rudimentary parts of technical and scientific verges, lies the frequently used yet often misunderstood unit called ‘mil.’ Not to be mistaken with its phonetic twin ‘mile,’ this minuscule unit plays a major role in defining thinness and thickness in several fields. Fundamentally, one ‘mil’ equals 1/1000 (0.001) inch – a seemingly minute detail that everyone from industrial CNC machinists to electronics engineers can’t afford to overlook.

[collapsedsquid]

The plan was simple: The state would buy the tiny homes. The California National Guard would help prepare and deliver them, “free of charge and ready for occupancy.” Los Angeles was promised 500 tiny homes, Sacramento 350, San Jose 200 and San Diego County 150. In October 2023, Newsom’s office gave its first concrete update: It revealed the six companies it contracted with to supply the tiny homes. They ranged from Pallet, a Washington-based company that specializes in sheltering unhoused people and already has multiple sites up and running in California; to AMEG, a company based outside of Sacramento that does disaster recovery and modular home building, but hasn’t built a community for homeless residents before.  But the project’s parameters changed. Instead of buying and delivering the units, the state decided to send several of the cities cash grants and let them order the tiny homes themselves. In San Jose, this left the city on the hook for more money than anticipated. The state awarded the city $13.3 million. Building the planned tiny homes for 200 people will cost $22.7 million, according to Mayor Mahan. 

It's great that we have different tiers of government finding new ways to scam each other.

[oneshotnewbie]

hello :)

can you please write athena grant x fem reader where y/n saves athena's life by taking a bullet for her with a happy ending and love confession?

thank you!

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topics of bullet wounds and blood and the plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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The morning sun cast a golden glow over the streets of Los Angeles as you and Athena Grant patrolled the streets in the patrol car. It was one of those rare days when the weather was perfect and the city seemed surprisingly quiet. Athena enjoyed the peace and your company. You had known each other for years and had been through countless missions together, which had led to a very deep friendship and tacit understanding between you.

"So, y/n," Athena began as they drove through the streets and she tapped the steering wheel to the soft melody of the radio. "Do you have any plans for the weekend yet?"

You laughed quietly and glanced at her sideways, your head leaning on your hand that was placed by the window. "Nothing concrete yet. I'm thinking about finally going to the cinema again. There's that new Marvel film and I thought I'd take Harry and May with me?"

Athena grinned. "But only if you take me with you? You know I can never say no to a nice day with the kids and you."

"Perfect, then that's a plan. I heard this movie is excellent and the animations are supposed to be awesome!" you nodded contentedly, your body shaking in the passenger seat with excitement. Athena could only shake her head, you were a total nerd when it came to the Marvel universe and even though she knew absolutely nothing about it, she loved hearing you talk about it.

The conversations between you flowed easily and effortlessly, switching from work to personal anecdotes and back. You teased each other and laughed about shared memories. Despite the many years in the service, you were still able to make Athena laugh and she appreciated your company more than she wanted to admit.

"Okay, last question," you said as you stopped at a traffic light, adjusting your sunglasses. "If you weren't a cop, what would you be doing?"

Athena thought for a moment and then answered casually, her gaze strictly focused on the traffic. "I'd probably open a café. I love coffee and I like helping people, so that would be the perfect combination."

You laughed out loud. "That honestly sounds like a dream. I would definitely be your regular customer." you said and shortly afterwards Athena drove the car into a parking lane in front of a bank. "I have to go in for a moment to sort out something personal. Are you coming with me?"

You nodded and got out of the car. You went into the bank together, where Athena went to the counter to take care of her affairs. You waited nearby and let your gaze wander around the banks. It seemed to be a completely normal morning - customers standing in line, employees working behind the counters and a general business atmosphere.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, three masked men burst into the bank, armed with assault weapons. A shrill scream broke the silence as one of the men fired the gun into the air. "Nobody move! This is a robbery!" one of the masked men yelled.

Athena exchanged a quick look with you and felt her body immediately tense as her training and experience took over. She knew this was an extremely dangerous situation and any wrong move could have disastrous consequences.

"Everyone on the floor!" one of the robbers ordered as the other two began to check the customers and employees.

You both obeyed and slowly lowered yourselves to the floor, your eyes always wandering between you and the robbers. Athena knew she would need a plan to defuse this situation, but for now you had to stay calm and wait for your chance.

One of the robbers went from person to person, collecting cell phones and carefully making sure that no one tried to set off an alarm or call the police. So far they hadn't noticed that two police officers were already in the bank. Athena watched the main man closely and noticed that he was nervous. His hands were shaking slightly and his chest was rising and falling quickly.

You, who had crawled towards Athena unnoticed, whispered almost imperceptibly. "We have to find a way to get the situation under control."

Athena nodded almost imperceptibly. "Wait for my instructions. We can't rush anything." she said and the minutes seemed to stretch on endlessly as the robbers continued to gain control of the bank. One of the men went to the vault while the other two kept an eye on the customers.

Athena felt her heart beating faster, but she forced herself to stay calm. She knew that every movement, every word could be decisive now. Her eyes wandered around the bank, looking for a possible opportunity to overpower the robbers.

"Hey, boss!" one of the robbers suddenly shouted, waiting until he got the larger man's attention before pointing the gun at Athena. "We have cops in the bank."

Athena remained calm as she slowly rose to her feet, her hands above her head. "Stay calm," Athena said in a firm and controlled voice.

The situation became chaotic in a matter of seconds. The robber, nervous and obviously mentally distressed, pulled a woman to her feet, a gun pointed strictly at her head while he screamed wildly. "No tricks, got it? You will shut up and try nothing, or you will be the first to lose your life. I'm not afraid of shooting fucking cops."

"Release the hostage and we can solve this peacefully," she spoke carefully and in a calm tone, but the robber didn't understand and continued to shout at her. "You don't understand! Nobody understands! I have nothing left to lose!"

The tension rose as the robber looked around wildly. Athena saw the gun start to shake in his sweaty hands and knew that the situation could escalate at any time and suddenly, the gun was no longer aimed at the woman, but directly at her.

You reacted instinctively. Without hesitation, you pushed yourself up from the ground and threw yourself in front of Athena. There was a loud bang - a shot had been fired. Then another shot, and for a moment time seemed to stand still. You felt the stabbing pain as the bullet hit you and you fell to the ground.

Athena's heart skipped a beat and she had to act quickly. When the robber was inattentive for a brief moment, Athena took the opportunity and ripped the gun from his hand. A fierce fight broke out while everyone else took cover. She managed to quickly overpower and arrest her opponent. You had shot the other in the shoulder from your position on the ground to give your partner cover.

When the two were handcuffed, Athena turned to the frightened bank customers and employees. "Reinforcements will be here soon. Everything will be fine. Please stay calm." she said and turned back to you. "Y/n!" she whispered as she knelt down. Blood seeped through your uniform and she knew it was serious. You weren't wearing a protective vest and the wounds on your upper and lower body looked serious.

While Athena desperately tried to stop the blood flow, the SWAT team ran in and overpowered the last robber, who went back into the main room of the bank. "Stay with me, y/n. You can't give up now."

You smiled weakly, your eyes filled with pain as you tried to take short breaths. "I... won't... 'thena."

Paramedics rushed in behind the SWAT team and began treating you. Athena didn't leave your side, her hands pressed tightly to your wounds as she continued to try to stop the blood loss. "We need to get her to the hospital immediately." one of the paramedics said as they placed you on a stretcher.

Athena followed the stretcher out and got into the ambulance. Her mind was racing and she couldn't hold back the tears. "Please, y/n, hold on."

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The ambulance sped through the streets of Los Angeles, its sirens blaring and its lights flashing in frantic patterns. Athena held your hand tightly, her eyes full of worry and fear. Blood seeped through her fingers and dried on the sleeves of her police jacket. "Hold on, y/n," she whispered again, her voice shaking with emotion. "You can't give up now. Not after everything we've been through."

You weakly opened your eyes, briefly coming back from unconsciousness. "I'll try, Athena. For you."

When you reached the hospital, you were immediately greeted by a team of doctors and nurses and taken to an operating room. Athena was left alone in the lobby, hands smeared with your blood and shaking. All she could do was pray and hope that you would make it.

Hours passed in slow motion. Athena sat in a sterile waiting room, her thoughts racing. Memories of missions together, of conversations and of moments when you had saved her life flooded her mind. She couldn't imagine life without you. Not now, not ever.

Hours later, a doctor finally made his way to her. "She's stable," he said briefly, disinfecting his hands. "It was close. The bullet missed some important organs and arteries, but she lost a lot of blood. She'll make it, but it will take a while until she's fully recovered."

Tears of relief streamed down Athena's face. She knew she had almost lost someone who meant more to her than she ever wanted to admit. "Thank you," she whispered, unable to find more words. "Thank you for saving her."

The next few days were a test of patience and hope for Athena. She visited you regularly in the hospital, sat by your bed and held your hand. She spoke to you, even though you were often too weak to answer. But she knew you heard her, and that gave her strength.

One afternoon, when the sun shone warmly through the window of the hospital room, you awoke from a deep sleep. Athena sat by your side, quietly reading from a comic that Harry had brought for you. When she noticed that you were awake, she put the comic aside and smiled.

"Hey, you," she said gently. "How are you feeling?"

"Better now that you're here." You blinked and smiled weakly. Athena felt her heart beating faster. She had thought a lot over the last few days and had come to an important realization. She could no longer hide her feelings. It was time to tell you the truth.

"Y/n.." she began, her voice anxious and not what you were used to. "I have to tell you something. Something I've been feeling for a long time, but never had the courage to say it."

You looked at her carefully, your eyes full of curiosity and affection. "What is it, Athena?"

She took a deep breath and squeezed your hand tighter. "I... I love you, y/n. I always have, but I never admitted it to myself. But when I thought I might lose you, I realized how much you really mean to me. You are not only my best friend and partner, you are the person I can't imagine my life without."

Tears came to your eyes and you smiled. "Athena, I love you too. For so long. But I was always afraid that you wouldn't feel the same. That I could ruin our friendship."

Athena leaned forward and kissed your forehead gently. "Our friendship is strong enough to survive anything. And I'm ready to take a new path with you. Together."

Your smile grew wider and you pulled Athena closer to you with all your strength. "Then let's walk this path together, 'thena. No matter what happens, we will get through it together."

In the weeks and months that followed, you recovered slowly but steadily. Athena was always by your side, supporting you and encouraging you every step of the way. Your relationship deepened and you found comfort and strength in your love for each other.

One evening, as you sat together in the hospital garden and looked at the stars, you took Athena's hand and kissed it gently. "Thank you for being with me," you whispered. "You are my rock, Athena. With you by my side, I can do anything."

Athena smiled and leaned on your shoulder. "And you are my heart, y/n. Together we are unbeatable."

You knew that life would continue to hold challenges for them, but you were both ready to face them together. Your love was stronger than any danger, and you would always be there for each other, no matter what.

[power-chords]

This is not simply or strictly a gangster cool, though ever since Peter Weir’s The Year of Living Dangerously, and again with the 2012 documentary The Act of Killing, Jakarta has loomed in the Western cultural imaginary as a tropical noir, an urban heart of darkness. Joseph Conrad actually did write a 1915 novel set on Java, called Victory: An Island Tale, and, in tandem with the Dutch classic of political awakening, Max Havelaar, anonymously penned in 1860, it portrays Indonesia as the Asian colony in extremis. Much like the films, both novels are rife with complex cultural misunderstandings, moments of startling clarity, and undercurrents of unfathomable cruelty. Yet none of these works delves much into the spatial character of Batavia, old or new. In contemporary culture Jakarta registers now as a vague haven of criminal reinvention (see Blackhat, by Michael Mann), just as Los Angeles did for much of its history, bathed in the seductive shadows of ill repute. In both cities, though, one finds as much sunshine as noir — and in Jakarta far more day-to-day consideration than corruption.

Abetting their outlaw casting, Jakarta and Los Angeles are both cities of systems, rather than boundaries. Indeed, Jakarta is shaped by the same two dynamic forces as Los Angeles, and their corollary infrastructures: waterflow, though measured in deluge rather than drought; and traffic, though more constant and intense here than in L.A. Either an excess or scarcity of water requires intensive hydro-systemic management, so both cities are coursed by many canals running from their highlands down-basin to their harbors. Too big to bury but too meager to provide riverfront causeways or esplanades, the many concretized and cordoned “creeks” of both cities form a kind of urban subconscious in plain view, reminders of how nature was bought off early, but not forever, by the Dutch East India Company or the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers.

[0crooked-arcade0]

'WHATS WRONG WITH YOUR DOG?'

A short introduction to former District Attorney Alexander Duvall.

As long as anyone can remember, there's been a void where the once well respected lawyer once stood within the city's government. Weather it be the effects of time itself, or the outside meddling of those who'd see their memory erased, not much is publicly known about who they once were.

Well, that was until about three years ago, when their name started appearing on advertisements and product copyright forms throughout the Los Angeles industrial bio-med sector.

Rumor seemed to soak the scene to its core until a rather sudden and horrific technical interruption at a yearly influencer based convention in Calabasas County finally broadcasted confirmation of their return, along with a rather pointed threat directed at a well respected local actor.

Alexander Duvall, now simply known by the moniker of Doctor Glass, currently stands as a corporate powerhouse rivaling firms such as I.R.I.S itself. Their ownership of the once direlect 'Plier Corperation' cementing their place in the city heigherarchy.

The public perception of them is wary at best however, as despite the rather varied species of the common citizenry, Alex stands out as something almost indescribable. Nothing like an android or even a member of the undead, but a menagerie of broken bones and stolen parts. Raising many questions as to how they got so mangled in the first place.

The only concrete fact known to the public is their rather short and turbulent marriage to the aforementioned Actor, taking place in the years after his divorce form his first wife and preceeding their dissaperance (which rumor has it he was responsible for). Aside from that, any connections they have outside the company are purely speculation.

One of the few bright minds spearheading the efforts to somehow fix the ongoing series of temporal anomalies plaguing the current timeline, there's not much they wouldn't do to see that goal through to completion, even if it means breaking a few people under their heel.

(What do you mean 'YouTube cut this content' and '3SG' doesn't connect to cannon? Cannon isn't real.)

[zaenight]

Silent promises chapter 3

Rosaleigh smiled as she sat by bobo's grave leaving some flowers for him, before staring at the sky.

She should stop by the library to see if April needs anything, letting out a smile she patted bobo's little memorial stone, before running off halfway into town.

Rosaleigh spotted a very familiar man get off his motorcycle as she ran past the barbershop, as he looked at her with a small smile she waved.

"What the fuck was that smile for, you got yourself a girl or what." Angel said spotting the girl as she ran past.

"Just being friendly bro, you should try it sometime, maybe then girls would like you more." Ez stated as they walked into the barbershop.

"Fuck you Ezekiel." Angel said muttering how girls did like him, and they liked assholes better than goody goodies.

"Whatever you say bro." Ez said rolling his eyes.

------

Rosaleigh huffed, turns out April was out sick, and Serenity had taken Omari on a weekend trip to charming to visit an uncle of hers that had re-connected with her.

And so, Rosaleigh made her way into town, heading towards the local food truck owned by Big Benny who had dropped off tacos and drinks earlier in the morning.

She observed the numerous 'Los Olvidados' flyers scattered across the walls and the ground, shaking her head.

 A man and woman bumped into her as she was knelt down picking up a Flyer, they apologized before rushing off.

Rosaleigh shook off the weird encounter as she went to Benny thanking him for earlier, rushing off to visit Felipe.

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After a stare down between her and Felipe, he finally let her help out, this girl was stubborn.

Ez entered the shop, not noticing Rosaleigh who was wiping down counters.

"I got that, Pop." Ez said helping Felipe out with the box.

"Thanks." Felipe said as Ez caught sight of Rosaleigh.

"Tu novia es muy terca" Felipe stated heading to the back to give them some alone time.

[Your girlfriend is very stubborn]

Rosaleigh stared at Ez Raising a brow.

Ez cleared his throat, before pulling out a notebook and pen.

"How have you been?" Ez spoke as he wrote, Rosaleigh could read his lips just fine, but she loved how considerate he was.

GOOD

Rosaleigh wrote as she signed, giving him a soft smile.

"Hey maybe later on you could stop by, teach me sign language." Ez said noticing her reading his lips.

Rosaleigh nodded happily, he wanted to learn, it was surprising, and very exciting to her.

Ez chuckled as her expression was filled with joy, he doesn't know why she made him feel this way, it was different than what he felt for Emily.

"Look pops might act like he doesn't like people, but I can tell he enjoys your company."  Ez said as he wrote it down.

IS THIS YOUR WAY OF TELLING ME TO HANG OUT WITH YOUR FATHER? 

Ez chuckled as Rosaleigh wrote in her notebook, he shook his head before writing.

Maybe I just want to know if your safe out there, if you hang with pops I could stop by and see you too.

Ez wrote as Rosaleigh let out a soft laugh, and dios mio he fell in love with the sound, even if she couldn't hear it.

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Later on, Rosaleigh had gone to check up on April to see how she was feeling, the older woman had a slight fever but other than that she was doing ok.

She then went to check how Benny and his son where doing, however as people were frozen or running from the scene she froze.

 Infront of the food truck, two burned bodies laid with those los olvidados flyers in their mouths. 

Big Benny and Little Benny were no more, as they lay forever still on the concrete ground.

As Rosaleigh looked up, she caught sight of Ez who was already staring right back at her, he just wanted to comfort her as he saw the look in her eyes.

Angel, Coco, and Adelita, all saw him staring at the girl.

Angel glanced at his brother with a look in his eyes, this was the same woman who ran past them earlier, one thing Angel noticed was the lack of shoes on her feet, strange woman.

"I don't think this is the kind of smoke you were talking about." Angel said to Adelita looking at the burned bodies.

The chilling music filled the air as Rosaleigh headed towards Carnicería Reyes, she knew Ez was following right behind her.

------

"Lo siento, no one should ever witness something like that." Ez said writing on a piece of paper before entering the shop.

When they were fully in the shop Ez turned around, pulling Rosaleigh into a hug, Rosaleigh was shocked at first before wrapping her arms around him.

She the grabbed his hands before messing with his fingers, he then realized she was showing him how to sign something.

He watched as she then did it with her own fingers and motioned for him to do the same.

As he did the same motion she had done, she then wrote on a piece of paper.

NOW YOU KNOW HOW TO SIGN 'IT'S OK'

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Now Rosaleigh was watching as Ez was fixing something for Felipe, handing him tools.

 "Don't tighten it too much, you'll bend the copper." Felipe said to Ez as Rosaleigh held the flashlight.

"I know." Ez said as a knock was heard.

Rosaleigh however felt the vibrations of a car pull up, as she looks at Ez confused.

Rosaleigh saw Felipe open the door, a beautiful blonde woman coming in, Emily Galindo, Wife of Miguel Galindo.

Now he's someone you didn't want to mess with, and as she looked at Ez she knew there was some history.

She nodded her head towards Emily before following Felipe.

"That's Rosaleigh, she's been coming around and helping pops out." Ez said noticing her stare.

"You care for her?" Emily asked, the woman seemed kind, and she swears she's seen her at the bakery where she gets cupcakes.

"...Yeah Em, I do." Ez said as the two then spoke about what happened to her son, she wanted his help.

And then with her Roast in hand she left, noticing how Ez stared softly at Rosaleigh.

She's glad that he found someone, even if he himself doesn't know it yet.

[lorem-text]

Good evening, Night Owls.

Tonight, I write to you from a weather-worn bench, seeking refuge from tonight's downpour beneath the balcony of an old, condemned block of flats, dwarfed by the looming giants of modern urban architecture that crowd it. Even this balcony now bears the scars of time, its tiles cracked and worn, and I'm kept alert by the occasional raindrop that sneak through the tired concrete. But come sunshine or hurricane, this journalist's work must go on.

In tonight's news, Mystery Persists in Case of the Unsigned Letters; LAPD Urges Caution.

The investigation into the case of the unsigned letters continues, with no suspects or motives identified as of yet. However, forensic reports from earlier today suggest that the blood used in Mr. Pierce's letter is most likely of animal origin.

The Los Angeles Police Department has issued a public advisory urging vigilance. Citizens are encouraged to report any unsigned letters received in the forthcoming days to their nearest police station and are advised against direct contact. If handling the letters is unavoidable, the use of plastic gloves is strongly recommended for safety and to preserve potential evidence.

Furthermore, if any unusual odors emanate from the letters, immediate contact with the nearest police station is advised for prompt and secure extraction.

The search for answers in this odd case persists, with the LAPD requesting public cooperation and caution during this ongoing investigation. More on this story as it develops.

Well, dear readers, the rain seems to have finally died down a bit so I'll book it to the nearest bus stop. With any luck, I will be back at the station before it picks up again. But, either way, I will be with you soon on your radio, to keep you company through another dark and stormy night.

Until then, goodnight, Night Owls. Stay safe.

[badatwritingstuff]

do you guys want to hear about some Black-owned seed shops?

Yes? Okay!

Aina Company (Hawai’i) [1]

Backyard Garden Seeds (Olive Branch, MS) [1] [2]

Big Fig N Vegetables on Etsy (Richmond, VA) [1] [3]

Black Thumb Seed Co (southern FL) [2]

Chef Ietef (Oakland, CA) [1] [3]

Coco and Seed on Etsy (Chandler, AZ) [1] [3]

Concrete Garden Seeds (Port Orange, FL) [2]

God’s Garden Girl (Newnan, GA) [2] [3]

Grow the Block Girl (website unavailable?) [1] [2] [3]

The Farmer Ken Shop on Etsy (Los Angeles, CA) [1]

The Hood Garden (zone 6b lol) [1] [2] [3]

I Grow Shit! (???) [1] [2]

Ivy Leaf Farms (Houston, TX) [1] [2] [3]

Let’s Gro the Garden Life [2]

Melanated Organics (south GA) [1] [3] [4]

Microbes by Marco (central VA) [1] [2]

Naturally Dope also on Etsy (Columbia, MD) [3]

Okra Lady Seed Shop on Etsy (San Antonio, TX) [1] [3]

Overflow Farms (Riverside, CA) [2] [3]

Polycultured [3]

Renaissance Farms (southern IN) [2] [3]

Seed Mail Seed Co. (West Palm Beach, FL) [1] [2] [3]

Sistah Seeds (Philadelphia, PA) [3] [4]

Soil Vibes on Instagram (New York, NY) [2] [3]

Soul Gardener 74 on Etsy (on hiatus) [1] [2] [3]

Tennessee Tropicals (Springfield, TN) [3]

True Love Seeds (Philadelphia, PA! AND ON TUMBLR!!!) [3]

Urban Farms Garden Shop (Zionsville, IN) [2] [3]

Urban Garden Project (Houston, TX) [3]

bonus Asian veggie seed vendors:

Kitazawa Seed Co. [1] [4]

SeedLoversVA21 on Etsy (Annadale, VA) [4]

References:

[1] What MJ Loves

[2] Princess Cole (aka the proprietor of Backyard Garden Seeds!)

[3] Black Girls Gardening in Containers

[4] me (peep some of my favorite Etsy shops)

@crip-walking-on-sunshine

@ladyknighttime

@spiralsketchbook ​

@tchallasbabymama <3

[sidewalkstamps]

J. Tomei Contractor 1928 (Photo taken by me in December of 2020 in Los Angeles).

This one is very confusing. I am not clear if it’s separate from the Tomei Cons Co. I photographed previously. At least I know Tomei Cons Co. is also in the L.A. area, whereas “J. Tomei & Co.” seems to be based in Washington state (Contractor, Volume 23, McGraw Publishing Company, 1916). There is also J. Tomei Construction Co. based in Van Nuys, CA (Construction Methods and Equipment, pg. 58, McGraw-Hill, 1957). And a “J. Tomei & Sons Construction Co.,” described as a “’native-son’ outfit” in southern California (The Excavating Engineer, Volume 49, Excavating Engineer Publishing Company, 1955). J. Tomei and Sons was also based in Van Nuys in 1955 (Pacific Road Builder and Engineering Review, 1955). It’s possible of course that J. Tomei just moved around a lot, as most of these different addresses are also divided by decade.

J. Tomei lost the contract to construct a vitrified pipe sewer system for the City of Brea, California (Western Construction, Volume 1, 1926).

In 1927, J. Tomei, at the time based at 599 Madison St. in Culver City (not an address that currently exists), got the contract for a “concrete storm drain, etc. in Benedict Canyon Dr.” (Engineering News-record, Volume 98, McGraw-Hill, 1927). Tomei Construction Company was listed at 4160 Madison Avenue in Culver City in 1937, having won the contract “for installing 10 in. vitrified clay sewer pipe, instead of existing 6 in. vitrified clay pipe, in alley at rear of Hawthorne School, Beverly Hills, California” from the Beverly Hills City Clerk. According to Redfin, this address is still a house that was built in 1925. In the same year, they also were awarded the contracts to grade and pave “on Crenshaw Blvd., betw. Westmont Ave. and 700 ft. south” and “for grading and paving Pico St. at Main St.,” both by the Los Angeles Board of Public Works (Western Construction News, Volume 12, King Publications, 1937).

[burdened-boy]

2086 :: death rings thru my cell phone

Limbo, on a whim, journeys out to the wasteland to kill a random guy in cold blood. For money, of course.

Death Rings Thru My Cell Phone

I can imagine the orange sunlight painting the grass and dirt around me as fire. Gasoline pumped into the eternally hungry Toronado, the price of this fillup soaring into the three figures in under a minute. Even out in the wastelands, fuel of the most impotent quality was still so fucking expensive. Me and the car were alone at the sketchy old Gulf station, an empty concrete island floating in the aforementioned burning landscape around me. The flames around me raged on, giving way to a nighttime that was as dark as nuclear winter.

Silently, I watched the little wheels of the gas pump spin faster and faster, like a slot machine. On further thought, gassing up my car here was a lot like gambling; who knew if my supercharged block of 1970s iron would even run on this soup of various ethanol, additives and detergents?

Feeling a buzzing sensation on my thigh, I slid my phone out of my pocket. My cracked glass screen displayed a grim message: there was an open contract in my area. A future victim, running on borrowed time from the moment I felt my phone vibrate. I ruminated on the message for a moment, debating if I wanted to even bother with this clown or let someone else have it. Harsh white LED lights cast a shadow from my hand and wrist and onto the concrete slab on which I stood. Noticing the natural sun setting, I decided not to rest on my laurels just yet. The moment I stop is the moment I lose touch. 

With a click, the car was full. Jackpot. I nonchalantly slammed the nozzle back onto the pump, and muscle memory naturally lifted my finger to press the “no receipt” button. However, for a brief moment, instead of asking me if I even wanted a receipt, the phrase, “YOU WILL REAP WHAT YOU SOW” suddenly appeared, flickering and jarring like an old VHS subtitle. Heart jumping, I took a second look at the message, only to find that it was instantly gone. The screen on the gas pump went black all together after that, leaving me to look at my own reflection, completely dumbfounded. There was nobody around, not even an attendant to mention this to at this credit-card-only station.

The open can of Red Bull in my cup holder still fizzed as I eased myself into the driver’s seat. With a turn of the key and quick pump of the gas pedal, the supercharger before me whirred to life as I started the car, confused, and wondering if what I had just seen was even real. My head unit switched on and started playing my music, but as I eased out onto the desolate highway and floored it, I turned the volume all of the way down. I wasn’t planning on making some money tonight, but then again, idle hands are the devil’s playthings.

Hits in out in the wasteland are rare, which, come to think of it, make bugging out here a pretty solid idea if someone ever wants you dead. Just don’t expect much company. Or running water. My headlights sliced through the gloom as I sailed further and further away from the gray walls of Los Angeles, and out into the irradiated wasteland. 

A few minutes later, and the last verse of Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now slowly faded away. In my peripheral vision, a small flash of light gets caught by my rear view mirror. It was an ultralight aircraft, a flimsy, triangular job existing somewhere between the form of an airplane and a powered paraglider. The mystery aviator was positioned at what was roughly my eight o’clock, and traveling in the same direction as me. Deep in my electronic brain-bucket, my eyebrows frowned, and my stomach dropped. I glanced at my surroundings, pondering just how desolate they were. A small, low-flying aircraft, out at this hour, over the dangerous wastelands? My first instinct was the raiders. They were reconnoitering me, and coordinating a roadblock not too far ahead. In this scenario, I would have tried to shoot the plane down, and use the hopefully injured pilot as a bargaining chip. This, in reality, was delusional, though. For one, none of my guns could reach that far. It was also entirely possible that this was some insane, incompetent hobbyist, and I would be wasting ammunition and courage on someone that was completely oblivious to what was happening. Even if it was a civilian, they shouldn’t have been out here.

Worse still, I couldn’t even turn off my headlamps. It was getting dark, and barreling into a raider blockade at highway speeds was obviously not how I planned to die tonight. I sighed, loaded my shotgun, and turned this into a race. According to my GPS, I was only on this empty highway for about fifteen more minutes. If I could shave some time off my ETA, maybe I would reach my target’s house before the hypothetical blockade would be completed. Then again, that was assuming they weren’t already ready for me, and more than fifteen minutes out. There really wasn’t all that much I could do, other than to be ready for a sudden stop and an armed confrontation. I wondered if these scrawny, meth-crazed jackals knew who they were dealing with.

Nevertheless, I pushed on, the yellow glow of my headlamps burning like eyes in the night. Gradually, the little airplane began to slip away, but it remained in my peripheral vision like a floater in my eye. Dread pinched my stomach, but it slowly began to fade into a dull numbness. The white lines of the highway blurred into a translucent beam, dashing past my mirror while the engine droned in my ears. I yawned; paranoia is exhausting. 

Suddenly, I saw something. Instantly, my foot went to the brake, and both hands gripped the wheel. On the left side of the road, a large, rectangular object, with the outline of a pickup truck parked beside it. I braced myself, ready to broadside a possible assailant and let them have it with my gun. Closer and closer it crept, my supercharger whooshing as I let off the gas. Noticing motion on my phone’s screen, I glanced down, and immediately felt like an idiot. I had arrived at my destination. There were no raiders, no blockade. All I had to worry about was murdering someone. 

I let the shiny black door of my Olds clap shut, kicking up a puff of grit into the air. By now, the sun was just barely peeking out from behind the horizon, and darkness had taken over for the most part. The air was cool, and my surroundings peaceful. Silently, I thanked my lucky stars that this hit didn’t appear to involve a dog. In my worries about the raiders, I had forgotten to consider that I might have to contend with a German Shepherd as soon as I pulled up. If you live in a dangerous area, your most vital asset is a dog. Tiny begged me to set up this space-age security system in our house that probably wiretaps our conversations and steals her fingerprints, but I think the best way to protect your shit is to buy a mean looking dog from the pound.

After checking for tripwires, a few good whacks turned the trailer’s paper-thin door into tinfoil, and I’m inside. The flashlight on my shotgun is already on, flooding the pitch black single-wide with holy white light. It was two paces to the drab trailer’s only bedroom, and a single steal-toed kick to the door sent it open. My target, asleep and surrounded by empty bottles, barely stirred as I leveled the shotgun at his face. I squeezed the trigger, my gun letting out two consecutive booms. The murder shakes glass, soils sheets, and pounds my eardrums, but as soon as the violence is here, it’s over. My stomach flooded with a familiar soup of satisfaction and easily-dismissed disgust with my actions. Another faceless stranger wasted by another faceless stranger, all because I opened a text on Telegram. I didn’t even check to see if there was anyone else in the trailer; this settlement’s design was far too rudimentary to even bother. The master bedroom didn’t even have a closet - my target’s clothes were scattered on the floor amongst aforementioned booze and codeine cough syrup bottles. 

In the kitchen, I could already hear my colleagues calling me a coward for killing a man in his sleep. Let it be known now that I am beyond caring. After all, the other guy having a gun or a knife doesn’t get me any more money. Their jeering voices prattled on in my head as I cranked all of the knobs on the stove wide open, and stepped outside. For good measure, I popped one of the lines off the trailer’s air conditioner, and let the flammable refrigerant out. My movements were robotic and methodical as I assembled a molotov cocktail out of some junk I found strewn across the property, and as glass shattered and the house burned, I checked my phone. The pictures of the crime scene I had sent had been received, and the precious bounty for tonight’s work was instantly deposited into my bank account. The transaction was labeled “second hand Macbook Pro.”

Slowly turning around, my heart jumped as I spotted the ultralight from earlier. However, instead of stalking me from above, its skeletal outline was comically parked in front of my car. Swallowing, and steeling myself for further confrontation, I drew my 9mm and pointed it at the masked occupant unbuckling themselves from the seat. The pilot must have seen me, because their body language hardly changed upon having a gun brandished at them. 

“It looks like the early bird gets the worm, Mr. Limbo,” a female voice cooed. She reached up to take her helmet off, but by the first syllable of her quip, I already knew what this was. I recognized this assassin’s tone, but I didn’t know her personally. 

“Yeah, but the second mouse gets the cheese,” I muttered, walking towards my car. 

“Your pictures were incredible,” the aviatrix called out after me, “I just saw them now. You’re so…efficient.”

Oh, geez, thank you, I wanted to pipe up sarcastically, but I could already feel the adrenaline fading. Instead, I remember muttering something under my breath and slipping away in my car. 

[forabeatofadrum]

Ljubim te (7/24)

AO3 | S&C  

– 

GRIND

Blaine is definitely jealous of this whole Boni system. Kurt picked a restaurant called Sarajevo 84, which also has a venue in Ljubljana, and the amount of food that he gets for a small price is insane.

“This makes me want to start studying again,” Blaine jokes. He has to pay full price, although prices in Slovenia also aren’t that high all the time. “But I think my time at Yale was enough.”

“What did you study again?”

“Business,” Blaine answers.

“And Quinn did the same, right?”

Blaine nods.

“I am also glad to be working, though,” Blaine says, “College was fun, but this is the real world. And it brought me here to Slovenia.”

“What exactly will you do?”

“I will just help out. I am only starting in my dad’s company,” Blaine explains, “Higher ranking members will do most of the heavy lifting. I just need to be here to represent the family and all the formal stuff. Maybe one day I will lead a part, like my brother Cooper, but I’m not there yet.”

“That’s ambitious,” Kurt says, “I like ambitious people. It’s worth the occasional grind, because I hope it pays off.”

“Do you want Broadway, is that why you’re in New York?”

Kurt nods eagerly.

“It’s a shot in the dark, I know, but I hope to make it.”

“I am sure this extra work at UoL will look good.”

They move on to other topics and when they finish their lunch, they walk back to the pier. There’s a small beach area, but it’s too cold in February.

“We can come back when it’s hotter,” Kurt suggest, “There are little beaches everywhere. I like the beach. Swimming and tanning, it’s great.”

“Maybe back home you can visit Los Angeles.”

“Yeah.”

Blaine thinks about Kurt at the beach, lying on a towel with fancy sunglasses and getting tan. Or him getting into the sea, wearing nothing but designer trunks, because that’s Kurt’s forte. He wonders what Kurt would look like, shirtless and shiny from the sunscreen.

Wait.

“Blaine?”

“Huh?” Blaine gets pulled out his thoughts.

“Shall we make a final stroll and head to Piran?” Kurt suggests.

“Y-yeah, sure.”

--

Blaine’s standing in the middle of Tartinijev trg and he’s making one big panorama photo of all the gorgeous buildings surrounding the square. He definitely understands why tourists come to this place.

After Kurt and Blaine made enough photo’s, they walk to the hill with St. George's Parish Church.

It’s a beautiful spot and you can see the Italian and Croatian coastlines from it. You also get a better view of the beach and the city.

“We can get an even better view,” Kurt says. He’s reading something on his phone. “The Bell tower has 146 steps and it gives a great aerial view of the plaza.”

Kurt was right and the view is so worth it. If they thought that the view from the church was great, than this is outstanding. They make a lot of photo’s, also with each other. Blaine can’t wait to send them to Quinn. He’s been telling her all about Kurt.

They then walk towards the medieval walls, a little bit outside of the centre. It’s a climb and luckily it isn’t too hot in February, so it’s fine. A ticket to walk the walls only costs €1.

Eventually, they go back to the centre and they explore some more. Just like Koper, there are a lot of smaller roads to explore. There’s also a lot of Venetian architecture and Blaine hears a lot of Italian speech.

The boulevard is another highlight and there are a lot of seafood restaurants here. Unfortunately for Kurt, there is no Boni in Piran.

“Blasphemy!” he says as he scrolls through his Boni app.

“Isn’t there a four hour interval between Boni?”

“Yes, but I wanted to check for later, but alas, no Boni.”

“We can also go back to Ljubljana and grab dinner there.”

“That sounds like a great idea.”

--

“Arrivederci, Pirano!” Kurt yells as he accelerates.

“I liked it. Both Koper and Piran were really nice. I’d like to come back here.” When it’s warmer, so they can go to the beach.

“With Quinn?”

“Hm?”

“Go there with Quinn?”

“Oh. Right. Possibly.”

He hadn’t thought of that yet. He hasn’t made concrete plans and Quinn won’t be here till April anyway. They do want to explore nature, since Quinn loves hiking and there are a lot of mountains more up north, but Blaine’s only gotten to Ljubljana a few days ago. He needs time to find stuff.

Luckily, Kurt can help him. He and take Kurt everywhere to make sure it’s good. Blaine suggests it.

“You want to take me on potential dating places to visit with your girlfriend to test if they are date-worthy?” he sounds confused.

“Well, when you put it that way it is indeed a bit weird.”

“Blaine, no worries, I’d love to travel with you. Today was fun and I needed it, so thank you.”

--

They run into Sunil in Ljubljana and when Kurt tells him that they’re looking for another place to eat, Sunil happily accompanies him to his favourite Chinese restaurant.

“I discovered this one on my second day here in the city and their dim sum is to die for!”

The three of them walk towards the restaurant and Sunil has his arm slung over Kurt and he listens to Kurt recounting what happened today and Blaine feels bad. He wanted it to be just the two of them. Sunil is cool, but dinner with Kurt would be a great way to end a day with Kurt.

It’s rude, since Sunil and Kurt clearly like each other.

Blaine wonders if they also like each other. That makes him uneasy, which in turn makes him feel more uneasy. It’s kind of  homophobic to not like the idea of Kurt with another guy. Oh, and Sunil with another guy as well. He didn’t think he’d be uncomfortable with it. Guys should like guys. Nothing bad there.

Blaine chastises himself and he swears to not let his discomfort show. He likes Kurt as a friend, so he needs to be a good friend in return. Kurt deserves that

–  

End notes: The Chinese restaurant is called Zhong Hua and I actually miss it a lot. They had some good food there.

[strangcbchavior]

( MELISA PAMUK / 32 / CIS WOMAN / SHE/HER ) — did you see THE IA DETECTIVE ASSIGNED TO HOPE MERCER’S CASE, AILYA ŞAHIN, wandering around the mercer hollow today? i heard around town that the INTERNAL AFFAIRS DETECTIVE is RESILIENT and METICULOUS, but also INSENSITIVE and HEADSTRONG. people say that they remind them of TO-DO LISTS, THE SMELL OF OLD BOOKS, and A BLAKE LIVELY POWER SUIT, but how well can you ever really know someone in mercer hollow? ( admin jay / 26 / mst /  she/her )

✧*･ﾟ𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚

character inspo: chloe decker (lucifer), temperance brennan (bones), amy brookheimer (veep), katara (atla), lisa simpson (the simpsons), belle (beauty and the beast), monica (friends) 

ailya was born in turkey and into the lap of luxury. her mother was the classic combination of an heiress and a socialite, and her father was the founder of a successful petrochemical company. her mother obtained dual citizenship when ailya was a toddler so that she could pursue ailya's dance career in new york and los angeles. for the first thirteen years of her life, ailya lived and breathed dance. she was homeschooled in order to spend extra time in her company’s studio, and she was a national title holder for most of her life. her mother was convinced that she could have a lifelong career in dance and a future in modeling. 

ailya, however, disagreed. she was a serious child; the kind of kid who always used the steps to get into the pool (( after checking the water temperature first, of course )). she tried to get control of her life in high school. she devoted countless hours to her academic interests in order to get into an ivy league school for pre-law. her mother was devastated. she was only allowed to go if she chose a school close to their pent house in new york. 

she earned her undergrad from columbia so that her mother could ensure that she still spent time in the dance studio before and after classes. quinn wriggled out from under her thumb when she graduated early and was accepted into yale for law school. her parents footed the insanely expensive tuition and rent bills in exchange for a promise that when she got this 'working girl' fantasy out of her head, she'd return to have children and marry someone of her parents' choosing. aiyla quit dance, so she had to appease one of their dreams for her future. 

she grew disillusioned with the law very quickly once realized it wasn't actually about right and wrong or justice, especially when most of her colleagues belonged behind bars with their clients. she made a career change into internal affairs in state that was supposed to be less corrupt than new york in her best attempt to make sense of the u.s. justice system.

✧*･ﾟ𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕

aiyla is of the opinion that if you want something, you have to work for it. there aren’t any excuses in life, so either put up or shut up. she takes Extreme offense to anyone who throws away opportunities by messing around.

she’s v cordial at work, so she can come off as cold. she thinks that personal lives should be kept out of the workplace. of course, aiyla has no personal life to talk about so that’s an easy motto for her live by lmao. 

she’s fiercely loyal to the few friends she has. 

aiyla isn't mean intentionally, but she doesn’t know how to sugarcoat things or understand why some people would be sensitive to criticism. she grew up with a hyper-critical mom, so she thinks that’s the best way to improve, and that she’s being helpful when she’s being harsh lmao–but her goal isn’t ever to hurt someone’s feelings. she’s very honest and genuine, but not tactful. 

she definitely lacks an ability to understand people who think differently than she does, and she is, of course, always right.

she’s totally ruled by logic and reason. her loyalties lie with concrete evidence adn reason above all else. 

she can often come off as arrogant. she doesn’t brag or flex, but she’s definitely not humble lmao. she is definitely aware that she’s smart and beautiful lmao, and she’s far more likely to say, “i know,” than, “thank you,” to a compliment. 

she hasn’t danced since she was 19, and it’s entirely to prove a point to her mom even though she did love dancing before her mom became her momager. *you’re doing amazing, sweetie*

she’s v embarrassed that she wanted to be a ballerina when she was eight bc how immature and unrealistic. it’s not like she was four. 

she has a dog who she loves more than any human. she’s a german shepherd named lizzie (after elizabeth bennet of course).

she loves art and poetry history. she’s also really into the history of fashion and fashion in general. most of her money (that doesn’t go into a 401k and her investment portfolio) goes towards art pieces and handbags. 

she views relationships as a basic tier in maslow’s hierarchy of needs, similar to food or shelter. to her, sex is just a means to an orgasm, and orgasms are occasionally necessary to release tension. so ,,, she’s never had a romantic partner lmao, and she’s not interested in any unnecessary distractions from her work.  

𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 !!

best friends: ( m, f, nb ), childhood friends: ( m, f, nb ), fwb: (m, f, nb), casual hookup ( m, f, nb), work rivals: ( m, f, nb ), enemies: ( m, f, nb )

all the connections tbh. hmu or like this and i’ll hit you up !!

[mariacallous]

San Jose has long been known as the home of vast parking lots and suburban sprawl, but a coalition of transit advocates and tech companies have introduced tools they say will turn the city into a testing ground for the future of housing and parking policies in California.

The tools include an Airbnb-like platform for parking garage management and a heat map of San Jose’s parking demand that advocates want to use as a guide for managing metered parking in the city and identifying areas where street parking can be replaced with things like parklets and bicycle lanes.

At the heart of the tech rollout is a push to limit the construction of new large-scale parking lots and expand parking restrictions on city streets in San Jose — a city that is one of the most “overparked” municipalities in the state, according to transportation advocates — and pave the way for more homes, retail and restaurant spaces.

And city officials are on board. In December, San Jose became the country’s largest municipality to abolish decades-old parking minimums that fueled expansive concrete lots and commuter sprawl. Other cities, including San Francisco, Los Angeles and Berkeley, have eliminated all or most parking minimums for new developments. The state also banned parking requirements near public transit stops last year.

In San Jose, housing and transit advocates worry that despite the city’s policy change, developers will continue building car-friendly structures, limiting the density of San Jose’s building boom and the impact of a new BART line in the next decade. In the city’s downtown, developers have historically provided at least one parking space per apartment unit.

“Many developers are probably just going to stick there,” said Stuart Cohen, the founder of TransForm, the organization leading the tech rollout. “Because it’s just what people have done traditionally. So we’re really trying to create a new model of development, where often you won’t even have to have one space per unit.”

The $1.6 million project, backed in large part by a Knight Foundation grant, will see TransForm push developers to scale down their parking garages by using Parkade, a private application that allows both tenants and landlords to manage limited parking spots by renting out unused spaces.

Evan Goldin, the Parkade CEO, said the company helps buildings make better use of limited parking by eliminating unneeded long-term parking spots and turning others into short-term rentals that cater to guests. In one case, a Los Angeles apartment eliminated some parking and used the space for a restaurant, he said.

“There were literally people that lived in the building that were renting long-term parking just so their girlfriend could come over twice a week,” said Goldin. “That’s pretty silly.”

Another company, Parknav, will provide a real-time parking heat map and phone app of San Jose’s downtown area that shows expected parking availability based on studies of cell phone data and other metrics.

Cohen said the map can be used by city planners to see where parking demand is high to expand metering locations, along with providing a roadmap for adjusting rates that fluctuate with demand. One example would be hiking parking meter rates at peak periods, like lunchtime near a business district.

“You can much better come up with regulations for parking,” he said. Right now he said city parking management is “all visceral and best guess.”

Parking has been an important driver of housing costs because it reduces the number of dwellings that can be built and hikes the per-unit cost of development. A 2020 SPUR report estimated that parking garage spots cost about $50,000 per space to build, and even more if the garage is underground.

The impact of San Jose’s elimination of parking minimums is still unknown. Michael Manville, an urban planning professor at UCLA, said the city shouldn’t expect parking garage construction to end anytime soon. The likely impact is a “little bit less” parking with some more housing that “adds up over time.”

Even if a developer wants to build less parking, the other challenge, said Manville, is convincing lenders to finance a project that veers away from vehicle ownership in a city where the car has historically been king.

“The key is, do you have a market in mind of people who are willing to walk a block or two to get their car?” said Manville.

While a short drive through San Jose will reveal large parking lots sitting half empty, some parts of the city, including neighborhoods in East San Jose, are already facing a severe parking crunch. Some community representatives say the city needs to take a cautious approach to discouraging parking when public transit is not a viable option for their residents’ day-to-day lives.

“When developments are not including parking spaces it’s not going to deter these residents from not having cars,” said Councilmember Peter Ortiz, who represents East San Jose’s District 5. “They’re just going to park in the surrounding neighborhoods, which are already being impacted.”

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