This is not a porn post

Picture this: I'm in the locker room at the new YMCA. Freshly showered, half dressed, towel-dried hair. Jeans, bra, socks. I haven't reached for my boots yet, I haven't put on my belt.

[Voices travel from the next range of lockers]

Child: Mommy, that's a girl, isn't it?
Mother: Yes, honey, that's a girl.
Child: Because this is the girls' locker room, right, Mommy?
Mother: Yes, honey. Put your shoes on.
Child: Because he couldn't come in here if he wasn't a girl, right, Mommy?
Mother: Shoes.

So, I get that people take gender cues from clothes and hair. It's never clear to me how anyone could address me as "Sir" when I'm wearing a skirt and sweater, but whatever. I'm used to it. Still...I'm only half-dressed in the above scenario. I know I've lost a little weight this semester, but I'm still stacked up front and on top. I went home and checked the sizes on my three most comfortable bras: 42C, 42D, and 44D (inconsistent much, bra manufacturers?). I'm not built "like a guy," nor am I androgynous without my shirt (or with my shirt, really. You just can't hide that much bosom). I'd really like to know: what did that kid see that I can't see? This gender confusion (on the part of others) really ramped up once I started using the new Y, so I think it has something to do with the binary imposed on visitors by the locker rooms. But even within a space coded "female," even with an obviously female body, I'm being read as something other. Twenty-five years ago, when I donned my first tie, I expected people to be confused when I walked by. I'm not sure I understand it now, though.

Anxious Queers Helping

S. Bear Bergman has an essay called "Roadside Assistance" about the anxiety of offering a helping hand while queer.* As its title suggests, the essay analyzes that moment that many of us have experienced when we step up to help strangers. On one hand, there's the hope that strangers either won't recognize as us queer, or if they do, won't pull out the baseball bat to teach us a lesson about our audacious, helpful behavior. On the other hand, there's that hope that we'll be seen and remembered as the friendly, useful, kind queer--we're not so bad, see? And on the third hand (I'm sure someone has one), there's the recognition that even if everything goes wrong, it's still worth the risk to do the right thing for another human being.

So, I had another one of those S. Bear Bergman moments today. Maybe it wouldn't have been so stressful if events had unfolded at the side of the road instead of the women's locker room of the local YMCA.

Backstory: I never have problems at my home YMCA, possibly because Catherine's usually with me. I'm either talking with her or I'm completely focused on getting to my workout. Plus, I've lived in that town for the past 15 years and there's not much to make me anxious there (except for running into a former co-worker or teacher when naked). Here in VAP-land, I'm not quite so sure. I'm not sure where I stand in general, and now we've got a new Y, opened last month. I liked the old Y. No one ever used it, so I never encountered any other women in the locker room. The locker room at the new Y? Full of women and children. Full.of.women.and.children.

I'd kind of forgotten that look, you know? I walk into the locker room and the cycle starts: the nearest woman glances up, opens her mouth to tell me I'm in the wrong place, drops her gaze to my chest, realizes those must be real, closes her mouth, averts her gaze. It's funny, I never get that reaction coming into the locker room from the other side--from the pool, the weight room, the showers. I guess dripping wet or covered with sweat my body reads as female. Fully clothed, not so much, despite the bodacious bosom.

Today, as I was stripping down to take a shower, I noticed a kid about 4 lockers down from me having a fight with her combination lock. Turn, turn, turn, yank, turn, turn, turn, yank, sigh of frustration. I figured she'd eventually get it and hit the shower. When I came back, she was still struggling with it, though. I offered to give it a try, so she gave me the combination. I ran through the numbers several times, but also had no luck. And you should really try to picture this: both of us just out of the shower, wearing only towels, yanking on a stubborn combination lock, unable to get the damned thing open.

She said if she had anything other than a bathing suit to wear, she'd go to the front desk and ask them to to call her dad (her phone was in her locker). Fortunately, my phone was also in my locker and I, unlike her, knew my combination. I handed her my phone, told her to key in the area code first. She called her dad, he gave her a new combination. She fought with the lock, he gave her another combination. He decided to call the neighbors and ask them to get the combination from the house. We waited. The neighbors called the dad back, the dad called the kid back, the combination still didn't work. I gave it a spin. Actually, I gave it four spins and on lucky number four, the lock finally opened.

All this took some time, so while my phone was in use, I dried off and started to dress. And that's when the anxiety hit me. Briefs and jeans, athletic socks and boots. Each additional piece of clothing pushing me away from middle-aged lady in a towel to queer in boy's clothing. Army green t-shirt. Button-up overshirt (I actually had the thought, "I'm glad I wore the one with vertical strips, it's not quite as butch as the green one."). Was this kid going to look up and realize the phone she's holding belongs to a dyke?

This is where the S. Bear Bergman dilemma comes in, right? On one hand, I'm hoping for invisibility because I don't want a scene in the locker room--you know being recognized as "something else" is going to be 4 million times worse because it involves being naked and talking to children. On the other hand, I'm hoping the kid does see me, because when someone starts feeding her anti-queer rhetoric, I want her to remember the nice butch who loaned her the phone when she couldn't get her locker open. Or maybe there's no need for me to model good behavior because her big sister is Big Dyke on Campus and her cousin Louis(e) is ftm. And I have to say, I also wondered, what in the world prompted me to offer assistance before I'd even put on my clothes? I'm just not that nice a person. I'm really not, so I must've had something to prove, if only to myself.

At any rate, I hope someone buys that kid a new lock, 'cause the one she has is only going to lead her to more trouble.

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*"Roadside Assistance" starts on p. 33 of The Nearest Exit May Be Behind You (Arsenal Pulp Press, 2009)

That's right.

This is why the link to Michael McAllister's blog has been hanging out on my links page for the past four years.

Freedom. Joy.

I love this photo of Harvey Milk. See more at sfgate's photo gallery on the Milk and Moscone assassinations.

Wasting.

"This man was thin. He was thin in a way that was immediately familiar. Hollowing from the inside out. His skin reddened, and his brown eyes looked over me as if lightning might fall on me out of that clear afternoon sky. And I knew then, as I paid twenty dollars for the boots, that they'd been recently emptied. That he was watching me walk off in the shoes of the new dead. And that all of this had been happening for some time now."--Alex Chee, in After Peter

And in real news....

I found this incredibly stressful to watch, but interesting to watch against the edited version. I've been thinking a lot about Harvey Milk lately, and what kind of advice he would offer, but I've been coming up pretty much blank.

Think how fucking scary Stonewall must have been.

I hope he's right...

...about item no. 12, 'cause no. 12 is about all I've got right now.

Dogpoet: Twenty Reasons to Join the Impact.

I think there's a movie named after what I'm about to do...

Well....maybe we should try being honest with ourselves.

There's a lot of anger directed toward the state of California right now (most of it coming from me, I admit), but the truth is, the people of the Golden State didn't do anything different from the rest of us who cast our votes for Barack Obama. Sure, he said he didn't think a constitutional amendment was "necessary" to support his position, but he made it quite clear that as a Christian, he believes that marriage could only exist between a man and a woman. He proposed glb (and probably some t) should get a separate set of laws, instead of giving us access to those that govern his marriage to his wife and his relationship with his children.

There were a lot of reasons--probably most of them good--to vote for Obama despite his denial of equal rights to members of the glbt community. Catherine suggested I think of the polar bears his energy plan might save, for instance (although there's an argument to be made that if we kept Palin tied up with business in Washington, D.C., she'd be too busy to go out and shoot more wolves from helicopters). So, yes, it's pretty easy to ignore, or at least to rationalize, the negatives of voting for Obama. The U.S. was a sinking ship, and a few people had to be thrown overboard to save it. Fine, I get that. But still and all...calling Californians bigots for doing exactly what we just did...that's a bit much. There really is some truth to that old saying about pointing fingers: you can point a finger at California, but don't forget there are three pointing back at you (unless you're that kid I grew up with who accidentally cut his finger off when we were still in grade school, he's only pointing two fingers at himself). Maybe we like our reasons for throwing our support behind someone who doesn't believe in equal marriage rights better than some of the reasons put forward by the pro Prop 8 campaign, but really....same difference.

I've got a lot of fury spilling out of me right now. Some of it is directed toward...well...the targets you'd expect, and some of it is directed toward targets that probably would surprise you. A lot of my anger is directed at myself, for once again voting for someone I don't believe in, a candidate obviously willing to extend fair treatment to everyone but me. Mixed in with that is anger at myself for being too selfish to take the hit--shouldn't I be noble enough to step off the boat before I'm thrown off, so others can survive, and even improve their position? Turns out I'm not that generous--who knew? I want to be one of those people jumping up and down with joy, I want to be happy for all those people for whom this was a real victory. But I'm not, I'm not even close. I can be happy about not having a McCain/Palin administration, but the rest....I don't think I'm ever going to be able to forget what it felt like to watch the President-Elect celebrating with his wife and family in front of all those cheering people on election night, effortlessly enjoying his position of heterosexual privilege, no matter how much good comes out of this administration in the next four years.

Breaking my own rules.

And losing all my friends. But I've decided that's okay. I keep thinking that I just have to hold the fury in a few days more,and then it will be okay, and I can talk to people again without risking ruining relationships with my anger, but that "few days more" keeps stretching to a few weeks, a few months, and then four more years.

Today is my sixteenth anniversary. Do you know what Catherine and I did on our first date 16 years ago? We went canvassing, handing out literature against Measure 9, an anti-gay measure sponsored by the OCA. A few years later, we were working on No on 13 (same measure, different number). We left Oregon before we had to work against yet another Measure 9.

Seriously, you'd think in 16 years, things would change. I bought into the (Bill) Clinton's administration promise, and look what I got--a president who wouldn't even speak to us at March on Washington, and Don't Ask, Don't Tell. I got a President who signed Public Law No. 104-199, 110 Stat. 2419, otherwise known as the Federal Defense of Marriage Act. And since that time, I've watched the U.S. become swept up in anti-gay legislation--only five states do not have some sort of statute against gay marriage (in most cases, that "statute" comes in the form of an amendment to the state Constitution). Anti-gay politics has evolved into a very pro-active institution--think of what gay people might want to do, and take that right away from them before they even knew they had it to begin with.

And we're at it again, of course, with Prop 8. There was no point in getting excited about being allowed to marry in California, because you know that ten minutes after permission was granted, we were all pulling out our pocketbooks to fund the campaign to preserve that right. It seems like improvement, fighting for the right to get married, rather that just the right to have sex without going to jail, but let me tell you, it feels exactly the same on an emotional level.

And we're at it again in other ways, too. Once again, I'm being told that I shouldn't expect too much or any support from any presidential candidate. How many times have I been asked in the last sixteen years to put my own civil rights on hold so we could elect "the best" candidate, a candidate that would surely fight for me once he or she got into office? Yeah, and how has that worked out for me? Not very well, I can tell you that. That's why endless comments like those made in response to Andrew Sullivan just piss me off--how many times can I be asked to sell myself and my relationship out for the Democrats? How many times am I going to be blamed for the loss of a presidential election for being too controversial? Don't be too vocal about Prop 8, you don't want to mobilize the religious right in California and lose the state for Obama! Well, fuck that noise.

And news flash for you: it's cowardly for a presidential to say that marriage is a "states' rights" issue. It's also just false. Let me tell you, it's not State law that is keeping me away from Catherine this year, it's a Federal law. A federal law signed by a Democrat.

Well, I waived my right to a secret ballot so I could vote through e-mail from here in London, so I can say that I voted the way everyone around me wanted me to vote. But I don't feel good about it, in fact, I may feel worse than after the last two elections. Once again, all I'm getting is more "separate but equal" rhetoric. Welcome, again, to the back of the bus.

So, when I get yet another e-mail from a friend telling me to be sure to cast my absentee ballot for Obama, I have to stop and remind myself that this person doesn't understand the level of sacrifice they are once again asking of me. It takes a long time for me to lose my political anger after every election season, and I have to work very hard to remember, "These people are my friends, they don't mean to hurt me." And I tell myself, "Really, don't be selfish, it's not all about YOU." And that is so true, it's never about me. If it were about me, I would be able to vote for a President who actually believed that everyone deserved the same rights.

I really miss Catherine, and I hate everyone who helped make this twelve-month separation possible, including myself.

Itinerary and Ire

So, my airline tickets to London and Delhi are finally in hand. T-11 days and counting. Every other sentence out of my mouth is "I don't want to go," but it seems that I have to, whether I want to or not. We have the webcams all set up so we can Skype, and Catherine has promised to visit, but I can't seem to stop feeling like this is all one big mistake. I spend all my free time reading cake decorating websites, contemplating a second (third? fourth?) career at the local bake shop. I'm pretty sure I'd be a good cake decorator.

As my departure draws nearer, I find myself growing more and more bitter about the Defense of Marriage Act. It's standing directly in between me and my partner, keeping us apart for twelve months simply because we're both female.

Here's the exact language from the DDRA booklet:

"Dependents
A dependent is any of the following individuals who accompany the fellow to his or her research site(s) for the entire fellowship period if the individual receives more than 50 percent of his or her support from the fellow during the fellowship period: 1) the fellow’s spouse; 2) the fellow’s or spouse’s children who are unmarried and under age 21.

Dependents for whom the fellow is requesting a dependent’s allowance must accompany the fellow to the research site for the entire fellowship period. Should a fellow’s dependent return to the U.S. during the tenure of the fellowship, the fellow will be required to return the full dependent's allowance.

The word "marriage" means only a legal union between one man and one woman as husband and wife, and the word "spouse" refers only to a person of the opposite sex who is a husband or a wife. These definitions are found in 1 USC Section 7, commonly known as the “Defense of Marriage Act” and apply to all federal programs."

So, the fact that Catherine and I have been together for sixteen years means nothing--she doesn't count as a dependent, and doesn't qualify for a dependent's allowance. She could easily get a leave of absence from her job, and the living + dependent's stipend from the DDRA would easily support us both in London and India. But, no. Not straight, not possible. When my friends try to tell me I should be happy for "domestic partnerships" or "civil unions," I offer this as a clear and specific example of why these supposed "separate but equal" institutions are in fact still discriminatory.

A friend of mine who is in the process of applying for the Fulbright-Hays told me just today that she and her boyfriend have decided to get married so he will be considered a dependent. Well, I'm sure they would probably stay together, and even get married in the future, anyway; but the truth is, they can decide to get married because it's practical to keep them together in the next twelve months, reaping benefits denied to me.

Well, life isn't fair, and that's a lesson learned a long time ago, so I can't waste too much more energy on this. But when I'm sitting in front of the television, listening to a presidential candidate who believes civil unions are good enough, and that the federal government doesn't need to do anything to secure my marriage rights, I get angry all over again. It's probably a good thing I'll be spending the two months immediately before the presidential election away from American television and radio.

Hetero-Homo Bhai Bhai

http://in.news.yahoo.com/32/20080630/1074/tod-hetero-homo-bhai-bhai-is-the-rainbow.html

Gays Marry; World Does Not End

http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/opinion/367465_henryonline19.html

I'll bite.

What I think: it's incredibly sad when gay activist groups agree to settle for a candidate that isn't supporting their cause. I expect "regular" citizens to do that, to decide that Kerry is good enough for now. But when the organized activists start doing it, that's a bad sign, because they're supposed to be one step ahead of the rest of us. Who will lead if they start to say,"Well...he's good enough, I guess."?

I don't think I can vote for Kerry, and it's not particularly because I'm a one issue voter. Well, I am a one issue voter, and that's the issue of universal health care, but I can't vote for Kerry because I'm tired of listening to him dissemble when he suggests gay and lesbian interests can be taken care of with civil unions. As Kerry very well knows, a civil union doesn't even stand up to the "separate but equal" scrutiny--it falls deep into "separate and not equal." He knows this, and still he promotes it as if it would take care of everything. Because of reciprocity laws, anyone who gets married in one state will be recognized if they move to another state. Not so with civil unions. Anyone who gets married in any state has their marriage recognized by the federal government. Not so with civil unions. According to a recent article, civil unions in Massachusetts would guarantee couples some 350 state benefits previously denied gay/lesbian couples, but still withhold some 1,000 federal rights. Fair? No. So, either Kerry is trying to deliberately mislead gay and lesbian voters, or he's too stupid to know he's not telling the truth. I'm tired of having a stupid president, and I'm tired of having a deliberately sly president, so Kerry isn't getting my vote until he shapes up.

Which brings me to another point. I'm kind of tired of (well-intentioned) people saying, "The government should stay out of marriages, anyway!" In an otherwise great post, Wil Wheaton suggests that the government shouldn't be involved in marriage, anyway. Well, I'll tell you. I've got a marriage that doesn't involve the government, and it sucks. Yeah, my partner and I can take care of the spiritual/emotion/religious bond, but it's the lack of a legal contract with the government that is making my life hell. If something happened to Catherine, not only would I not have insurance, I wouldn't have a house, because although we had wills drawn up, there's no way I can come up with the money to pay the inheritance taxes on the house, our property, and our car. And that's just the tip of the iceberg. The thing is, most straight people really don't notice how much the government is involved in their marriage, they don't really think about the legal contract part of it--it's so ingrained in the concept of marriage in the U.S. that they just take things for granted. So, no offense to Wil, but I think he's wrong on this point (but right on the rest of it).

It sounds like it's all about but money, but it's not, or at least not totally. Financial distress is simply a manifestation of being considered a lesser citizen. Money--financial security--is a language most Americans speak, it's the lingua franca of privilege, and when it's denied to someone, that sends a message loud and clear. Listen, I can mess up a primary relationship as well as the next (straight) guy, so I don't see why I can't get as involved with the government as everyone else.

Mind the gap.

I like this article, if only because I've tripped on that bloody step in Gay's the Word so many times I've lost count. Not the main point of the narrative, I know, but it's reassuring to know that not every gay and lesbian bookstore in the world has gone under.

Amazingly proud.

The kids at USC have come a long way in the past decade. They're planning on holding a mock same-sex wedding to protest Bush's stupidity. That's amazing, because when I was there, the kids in the campus GLBT group (it was called GLASS back then) expended more energy trying not to get caught talking to another queer in public than they did doing their school work. Hold hands on campus? Wouldn't risk it. Ever. Lesbian editor of the campus newspaper? Run homophobic articles unchallenged so you don't give your queerness away. As I recall, the big crisis of the during the 1991-92 academic school year was that the student director of GLASS wasn't even out of the closet (and I still feel guilty for not being more vocal in my defense of her. I should have excoriated a few self-righteous queens instead of just getting up and walking out). So, although I have no real lingering school spirit for the Trojans, no affection at all, really, I am happy to see the queer kids are doing better and getting braver.

Worth the jail time.

Obviously, I'm going to have to make a road trip to Laramie, Wyoming, sledge hammer in hand. He can try to carry through with his plans, but I'm perfectly willing to spend some quality time in jail if that's what I have to do. I can knock it down as many times as he can put it up, private property be damned.

My people.

Yeah, this would be my people. Don't mess with us.

Get with it, dude.

I am so out of touch with my people. Today is National Coming Out Day. My own coming out story is dead boring, so read someone else's instead.

I am very pleased to be able to write the following:

Today is my nine month anniversary. I gave up drinking Coke on November 6, 2001.

However, today is also the anniversary of the day the U.S. dropped the bomb, so there's probably not a lot to celebrate in the big picture of things.
5:40 PM


Here's a hint--don't be suddenly remembering all the projects you wanted me to do during my last week of work. If they were so important, you should have given them to me months ago when I was dying of boredom. I'm not about to do anything you want me to do for you now.
5:20 PM


Here's what annoys me. I worked really hard on a 16-page discussion on ethics for my philosophy class, and the teacher couldn't even be bothered to write anything on it besides the grade. Not even "Good Job." It's a *philosophy* course, it's supposed to involve discussion and feedback.
3:32 PM


Written on the Body was okay. It just seemed a little too ponderous, as if the author worked really, really hard to find just the right lyrical phrase. And the structure (the "body part" chapters) didn't really work for me. It wasn't a complete waste of time, but I don't think I'll be one of those people who will read it twelve times.
2:41 PM


Russian Feminism Resources
12:54 PM


I really wanted to like Emma Donoghue's Slammerkin. I enjoyed Stir-Fry when I first read it ten years ago, and was actually moved to tears by Hood. In fact, I won't read Hood again because I'll just get all freaked out that Catherine is going to die. Anyway, I wanted to like Slammerkin, and I've been making daily attempts to get through it, but it's just not holding my attention. I've never been really good at historical fiction, anyway, and the 18th century is probably my least favorite time period (well, it's competing with the entire Middle Ages for the award for "The Most Boring Time Period Known to Human Kind," but that's another diary entry). I neither empathize nor sympathize with the main character, and I'm really disappointed. Catherine is reading it now, she'll probably get along better with it, being the Tom Jones fan that she is.
11:16 AM


Just to prove that we are indeed gay, we're going to the GLBTAA summer barbeque this Saturday. And if that isn't enough to guarantee our credentials, we're even going to stay for the Tret Fure concert. Hell must be freezing over even as I type.
9:31 AM


I can't believe Coach Bennett agreed to playing in the Great Alaska Shootout. What was she thinking? The only thing worse would be playing in Hawaii. Why wear out the team in the pre-season for some pointless game 4 time zones away?

Our non-conference schedule seems weak to me, nothing like it was last year. The only real challenger outside the Big Ten is Florida State. Well, I guess I'll give the coach the benefit of the doubt, she did take up to the Big Dance last year, but geez, the Great Alaska Shootout?

Real Sports: The Authority in Women's Sports
9:23 AM


As Catherine points out, it's normal for me to get twitchy before visiting my parents. Even under normal circumstances, visiting the family stresses me out, and this visit may be unusually stressful. Combine that with being injured, a rather radical job change, financial worries, and the general state of the world, and I guess it's not so odd that I'm a little anxious.

My shorts today are funny. They are pretty long like I like them, but they look like they are made out of a mattress cover. They have vertical blue stripes just like my Grandpa Longanecker's overalls used to have.

I have mixed feelings about the "Lesbians for Liberty" kiss in at the New York/Miami game this weekend. They're right on the money, the WNBA sure does like to pretend that the crowd isn't full of dykes. It's just not my preferred form of protest, I guess.

While I'm bitching, I just have to say--wnba.com is one of the most sports content-free sites I have ever had the misfortune to visit. Who the hell cares what the players think about Anna Kournikova? I guess it's better than cnnsi.com, they don't even bother to cover the WNBA.

I miss sportsjones :(
4:25 PM


Efficient Wood Use in Residential Construction
Building Materials and Wood Technology, UMass
Single Family Residential Construction Guide

02 Site Construction

02450 Foundation and Load-Bearing Elements

Leaning Tower of Pisa (official site)
Leaning Tower of Pisa (NOVA site)
Evaluation of Preservation Plans, Leaning Tower

02455 Driven Piles
02465 Bored Piles
02475 Caissons
02480 Foundation Walls
12:48 PM


04 Masonry

http://www.maconline.org/ - Masonry Advisory Council
http://www.ncma.org/ - National Concrete Masonry Association
http://www.masonrysociety.org/ - The Masonry Society
http://www.masonryinstitute.org/ - Masonry Institute of America
http://www.masonryinstitute.com/ - Masonry Institute of Washington
http://www.worldofconcrete.com/content/splash_woc.htm - World of Concrete
http://www.concretenetwork.com/concrete/homes/ - The Concrete Network


04000 Masonry
04050 Basic Masonry Materials and Methods
04060 Masonry Mortar
04070 Masonry Grout
04080 Masonry Anchorage and Reinforcement
04090 Masonry Accessories
04200 Masonry Units
04210 Clay Masonry Units
04220 Concrete Masonry Units
04230 Calcium Silicate Masonry Units
04270 Glass Masonry Units
04290 Adobe Masonry Units
04400 Stone
04410 Stone Materials
04420 Collected Stone
04430 Quarried Stone
04500 Refractories
04550 Flue Liners
04560 Combustion Chambers
04570 Castable Refractories
04580 Refractory Brick
04600 Corrosion-Resistant Masonry
04610 Chemical-Resistant Brick
04620 Vitrified Clay Liner Plates
04700 Simulated Masonry
04710 Simulated Brick
04720 Cast Stone
04730 Simulated Stone
04800 Masonry Assemblies
04810 Unit Masonry Assemblies
04820 Reinforced Unit Masonry Assemblies
04830 Non-Reinforced Unit Masonry Assemblies
04840 Prefabricated Masonry Panels
04850 Stone Assemblies
04880 Masonry Fireplaces
04900 Masonry Restoration and Cleaning
04910 Unit Masonry Restoration
04920 Stone Restoration
04930 Unit Masonry Cleaning
04940 Stone Cleaning


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Monroe County Building Permits FAQ
City of Bloomington Planning Department
City of Bloomington Engineering Department
ACE Asia
City of Boulder Residential Building Guide
Metro King County, Obtaining a Residential Building Permit
Foundations: Moisture Resistant Construction
OSU Syllabus, Building Construction

12:16 PM


That's what I said.
9:56 AM


Tears and nausea. Fran brought in pictures of Ryan's car today. I don't know how it is that he's still alive, it just doesn't look possible.