An Immodest Proposal

I’m not generally known as a shy person. That might be because I’m not generally known, period. But I doubt it. Whether the general public is aware of it or not, I have a lot of opinions, and many unwavering principles. And if you don’t like my unwavering principles, I assure you I have others. I’ve become especially famous (snicker) for railing against a lot of modern architectural, construction, and decoration practices. I’ve chronicled enough demonstrations of my put-up-or-shut-up responses to prevailing building practices to earn a little credibility, if not affection. I’ve got black thumbnails to balance out some of the opinions formed in my black heart.

But today I’m going to up the ante. I’m going to roll all my cranky opinions into a tarball, and use it to not only make the average American homeowner happier, I’m going to save their miserable lives by the thousand. You heard me right.

I have an Immodest Proposal. Nothing major, I just want to outlaw the following things:

  • Vinyl siding
  • Open floor plans
  • OSB plywood
  • Composite flooring
  • Spray foam insulation
  • PVC insulation
  • Plastic furniture
  • Quartz and Corian (synthetic) countertops
  • Live Laugh Love signs
  • Raccoon-eyed harridans on Home and Garden shows

Of course our federal government is quite nimble and responsive, so I’m sure ironclad bans on all these items will be in place shortly after I propose them, which is right now.

Why do I want to ban these things? Mostly because they’re all hideous. But partly because they kill people. You know, the ones they don’t just cripple, sicken, or annoy you when you’re stuck in a waiting room and the girl-boss du jour is flipping a house on the TV bolted to the wall. In 2023, there were 1,504,500 house fires reported in the US of A. These caused 4,371 deaths, and 13,250 injuries. A home-fire-related death occurs every 3 hours or so.

Now, if we got rid off all the stuff in my Immodest Proposal, we’d be back to building and maintaining our houses more or less the way we did 75 to 100 years ago. I’ve always thought that was a great idea. Houses used to have soul. Architectural anima. Style. Comfort. Whatsis. They also didn’t used to burn like a pile of oily rags at the drop of a smoldering hat, while outgassing fumes that would make a North Korean chemical weapons maker blush. Let’s compare the modern approach to home construction and renovation with the old-fashioned way, shall we? Let’s ask Chad and see if he agrees with me that the old ways are the best ways:

    • Modern homes present greater toxic risks in the event of a fire due to the high content of synthetic materials such as vinyl siding, open-cell foam insulation, and plastics. These materials release highly toxic gases like HCN (hydrogen cyanide), HCl (hydrochloric acid), and CO, making the fire not only a dangerous source of heat but also a source of lethal toxic exposure to both residents and firefighters.
    • Wood-frame houses from 1900, while still dangerous in terms of carbon monoxide and smoke inhalation, generally present less toxic risks due to the absence of synthetic materials. The slower spread of fire and less toxic smoke make firefighting efforts more manageable, though wood can still cause serious respiratory problems in the event of a fire.

In essence, a modern home fire is far more toxic and rapidly lethal due to the materials used in construction, while a wood-frame house fire is more controllable and less toxic overall

What’s my beef with OSB (oriented strand board)? The plywood it replaced was infinitely superior.

    • OSB Sheathing burns faster, spreads fire more rapidly, and produces more toxic smoke due to the presence of synthetic resins. While it has gained popularity in modern construction due to its lower cost, it presents higher fire risks and toxic exposure when exposed to flame.
    • Plywood Sheathing from the early 1900s offers better fire resistance, slower flame spread, and less toxic smoke compared to OSB. It has a more durable structure under heat and maintains its integrity for a longer time in a fire.

While neither material is fireproof, plywood generally provides better fire resistance and survival time during a fire, whereas OSB tends to contribute to faster fire spread and more toxic byproducts, especially in modern homes.

What’s my cavil with synthetic countertops? You know, besides the fact their prices are an obscenity.

The primary concern with synthetic countertops when they burn is the release of toxic chemicals into the air, which can be dangerous to breathe:

    • Formaldehyde: A carcinogenic gas that is often present in melamine and phenolic resins, commonly found in laminate countertops.
    • Styrene: A toxic compound released from certain acrylic-based countertops (like Corian). It’s harmful to the respiratory system and can cause irritation and damage to the liver, kidneys, and central nervous system.
    • Carbon Monoxide: A dangerous, colorless, and odorless gas that is produced when many synthetic materials burn. It interferes with oxygen delivery to the body’s tissues and can be fatal in high concentrations.
    • Hydrogen Cyanide: This highly toxic gas can be produced when some synthetic polymers (e.g., certain plastics) burn. It can cause respiratory failure and death at high concentrations.

People think quartz is indestructible for some reason, but it’s not. It’s about 10 percent synthetic goo. You can scorch it at temperatures as low as 150F to 200F. I drink coffee hotter than that. And if it catches on fire, look out. There’s that HCN (hydrogen cyanide) again. Remember, another name for hydrogen cyanide is prussic acid, a favorite plot device back in the day for poisoning people and getting Scotland Yard or Sherlock Holmes interested in your funeral. HCN has another name that might ring a bell: Zyklon B. You know, you could spend a little less and get real stone (inert and non-combustible) counters, and skip the chance of making a do-it-yourself Bergen-Belsen in your kitchen.

Let’s also keep in mind that speed kills, as they say. Fires are no exception. Fire departments have learned how bad and how fast house fires get out of control, and they wisely mostly mill about on your lawn in order to save the basement, instead of charging in to save you and your goldfish if they can avoid it. Let’s compare how fast you’re going to slip this mortal coil in a modern house, compared to an older house, when someone falls asleep on your couch with their medical marijuana doobie dropped down the cushion.

Time to lethal: 3-5 minutes in a modern house. Not good. If you have 10-15 minutes’ grace like you would in an old house, you might even have enough time to save all your children, instead of only the ones who eat their vegetables, and maybe even clear your browser history, you naughty boy.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. Those last two items on my list (Live Laugh Love signs and raccoon-eyed harridans on Home&Garden shows) seem a mite crankier than the others. But really, they’re not. Since people assume that things are always going forward, and getting better, and safer, they might make the mistake of assuming that fire deaths must be constantly going down. Well, they were, a lot, from 1970 to about 2010. But now they ain’t. From 2013 to 2022, the fire death rate per million USians increased by 22%.That’s a bad trend. I can think of another trend that started in 2013. Let’s ask Chad again:

Fixer Upper originally aired on HGTV from May 2013 to April 2018, spanning five seasons. The show became incredibly popular for its mix of home renovation, design inspiration, and Chip and Joanna’s charming chemistry.

Chad does get confused sometimes. He mentions “charming chemistry.” I’ve never heard Zyklon B referred to like that before. But let’s let him keep running with the ball:

The Role of Media and Home Renovation Trends

Media, like cable shows, showing house flippers removing interior walls or using cheaper, more flammable materials can contribute indirectly to the fire risk. The trend toward “open concept” homes in these renovations often leads to larger, more continuous spaces without fire breaks, which makes it easier for a fire to spread and harder for occupants to escape.

Additionally, flipping houses for resale can result in cost-cutting measures, such as using less fire-resistant materials, which increases the flammability of the structure.

Hmm. The trend line even dipped when Fixer Upper ended on its fifth season. Q.E.D., I’d say.

You can start planning my monument now. I prefer granite, but marble will do.

So You Can’t Afford a House, Eh?

So, everyone says they want a house, but they can’t afford one. Various explanations for this unaffordability are proffered. Interest rates are higher than they were for a short period a few years ago. That isn’t helping, although anyone who lived through the 1980s would snicker at you if you mentioned it. Wages haven’t kept up with inflation very well. But in general, what I hear, no matter what is being said about the topic, is that everyone thinks they should be able to live exactly where they prefer, and the houses should be cheap there. Uh-huh.

Good luck with that. I’d like to roll a different ball out onto the field. If you’re modestly intrepid, you can find a house for a relative pittance and live in it while you fix it. Then sell it, take the dough, and live where you want, or maybe do it more than once if you’re young and nimble. I’m living proof that it can be done. All you have to do is adjust your way of thinking about owning a home.

Everyone from realtors to talking heads on teevee refer to a home as “an investment.” It isn’t, at least in the way they’re blabbing about a roof over your head. A home is an expense. It may or may not be worth the money you spend on it, but it’s not an investment. For the most part, all the money you’ll gain if your house rises in value is just inflation rearing its actuarial head. Money is worth less, so the house eventually sells for more. You’re going to have to have an amazing nose for real estate to find a place where property goes from worthless to expensive without relying on inflation. You could have bought some bombed out property in many places in New York City back in the early 80s, and made a killing on it later. However, you’d also have to avoid someone making a killing on you in the interim, in a more direct way.

So, you’ll get no advice to buy rock-bottom real estate in murder capitals from me. But you can still find interesting and potentially valuable houses out in the sticks. And you can turn them into real investments, if you turn them into a part time job for yourself. I did it recently, and made a 900-percent profit on the deal. Tax-free, too, because as long as you live in it for at least two years before you sell it, you can make $250,000 before capital gains taxes kick in. Or $500,000, if you’re married, which I highly recommend. One of you can make peanut butter sandwiches while the other holds up the kitchen floor with a post jammed under the floor beams.

How about an example, Sippican? Sure thing.

Here’s a little number in Sangerville, Maine, that you can pick up for around $50,000:

Someone already thought they could make a killing with no effort on this place. They bought it four years ago for fifty grand, never touched it, and the town took it away from them this year because the house was unlocked and unattended, and they never paid their taxes on it.

It’s a 2,500 square foot, 5-bedroom, 2-bath Shingle Style wonder. Big old barn, too,

It needs some serious work, but so what? The more work it needs, the more money it will bring when you’re done. Unlike a lot of houses this age, the entire fabric of the place hasn’t been defaced with vinyl siding and gray plastic floors. Viz:

Sand the floor, replace the wallpaper, and put a fresh coat of clear on the wood work and you’ll be dining in style in no time.

The kitchen and baths won’t make it into Architectural Digest or anything, but so what? I’ve seen people ripping out ten-year old kitchens because they watched Better Homes Than Yours on teevee and noticed that everyone had quartz countertops instead of granite. Might as well plan on replacing everything in there. But I’ll bet those appliances still work. You can use them while you’re banging on the place.

Everyone is looking at this sort of project with the wrong idea. House flippers would love to wreck this place in their inimitable gray everything style, but the numbers won’t work. Not many people want to move to Sangerville, Maine from places where the trolleys run. It’s a tiny town in unfashionable Piscataquis County. You’ll have to be your own first customer. Buy it from yourself, as it were. When you’re done working on it, you can sell it to someone else in Sangerville whose house is still a mess, and doesn’t want to put in the work. Banks will lend them the money to give you a big return on your sweat and purple thumbs.

The smartest way to look at a house like this is to add up what it would cost to produce the same mess you see in the pictures. You’d have to find a 3/4 acre lot, then get town water and town sewer and electrical service to the place, and basically build a half-million dollar, partially completed structure to get the same value. Taxes? A hundred bucks a month. Crime? Well, there really isn’t any anywhere in Maine. If you’re willing to live in any city in the US, this place should hold no terrors for you.

There’s nothing to do in Sangerville. On Yelp!, the first two things to do and see are a farm stand, and sled dog excursions. The town’s only claim to fame is that the man who invented the machine gun once lived there. But then again, why would you need something to do in Sangerfield? Your house will be the biggest something to do in Sangerfield. If you need a hobby, you can stop trying to fix the wallpaper in the living room and fix the floor in this room for a change of pace:

So, you want a house.  Sangerville is over there. It’s only a matter of going.

Related: So You Can’t Afford a House, Part Deux

Handing It Down To a New Generation

There are a lot of videos on YouTube about banging on your house, and making furniture, and related topics. Very, very few of them are any good. Many are downright destructive. For the most part, they’re produced by people who are fascinated with making videos, and watched by people who are interested in watching videos, not for doing anything productive in the real world.

Many young people today are hungry for information about practical things like fixing a dwelling. I salute them. Self-reliance is an important character trait, and in short supply recently. Home and Garden teevee shows are useless for this, but people watch them anyway. They showcase people who can’t do much more than host the show, but who exhort people to flip that house just like they (snicker) did. And, you know, an army of immigrants working off camera to do all the scut work. The result of people watching these shows is always highly visible in real estate listings in my neck of the woods, and probably in yours, too. The house is half torn apart, there are piles of oddly selected building materials everywhere, and there’s a foreclosed sign on the door. “All the hard work is already done,” the realtor will tell you with a straight face. Done wrong, I’ll tell you.

The genial fellow in this video is offering training wheels for your Schwinn before exhorting you to buy a Harley. He’s the rarest thing on the internet. Someone who might actually know what they’re talking about, and might actually help a few people hit their thumb with a hammer, and love every minute of it. And he seems to understand, without saying so, that the plastic bucket might be the most useful tool of the lot. After all, you can flip it over and sit on it when lunchtime rolls around.

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Dover and Dover and Dover Again

I would prefer to be more positive in my observations about life in general on this blog, but life isn’t often cooperative these days. So you’re fed a steady diet of mordant remarks from me, mostly. Snark. I try to be (act) bemused mostly. That’s not a recipe for big success on these here interwebs. The intertunnel is essentially dedicated to being nasty. “Everyone is a small h Hitler and here’s why” is the internet’s business plan.

It’s long since become a fool’s errand to try to find anyone on the Toob who is doing sensible construction work of any kind. That goes double for furniture. Everyone is as crazy as the raccoon-eyed serial snouthouse-farmhouse barn-door  defacer pictured in the title image for the following video. The man who made the video is a different story.

This guy is trying. He’s made a very small discovery, even though it seems earth shaking to him. There is no useful information on the internet for him, at least anywhere he knows where to look. He has, egad, cracked a book or two and discovered there’s info in them there book stacks. Good for him.

I’ve seen several of his videos. I think he shows a commendable amount of curiosity, effort, and common sense that’s pretty rare on the Toob. He’s got half-a-million subscribers to his channel, so the Toob is sending people his way. They all think he’s the love child of Vitruvius and Norm Abram. He’s hardly that. But what you’re seeing is the honest search for answers in a world that hides them from you in a morass of meta information. He wants to learn, but he doesn’t know where or how to find help.

He makes the kinds of errors I expect with the internet autodidact. In times past, someone with more experience would steer guys like him away from obvious mistakes they’ve encountered and learned from in the past. I saw him nailing red cedar clapboards on an expensive house using a butane cordless finish nailer. That one made my eye twitch. But I had the urge to help him, not excoriate him. Dude, hot dipped galvanized box nails driven with the heads in contact, but not countersunk, is the answer. And prime the claps, front and back, before you put them up. Saying “the painter will fix that” is bad carpentry.

Now I’m really going to help him, even though he’ll never see this, because he’d have to wade through thirty thousand miles of Home&Garden drivel to get here. But here goes. Dover Publications.

Your local library isn’t going to help you here. They’re only interested in how many mommies Heather has at this point. You’re going to have to spend coin and hunt around to build your own library of useful information. Dover Publications is like a cheat code. They’ve got lots of interesting and useful stuff.

You’ll learn another hard lesson, though, as you accumulate books. Most books about architecture, carpentry, HVAC, plumbing, electrical work, site work, engineering, you name it, have only a few pages of trenchant stuff in each one. Like Toob videos, the covers are often come-ons that don’t deliver much. You’re going to have to get a lot of books. Viz:

There’s a good starter set from my office. And I don’t want to discourage you, but I have four more shelves just like it, and boxes of books in walk in closets, too. But you’re on the right track with your mini library.

If I were you, I’d start the same way I did. I made all the bookshelves.

Dancing on the Ten Yards Line

Well, the driveway’s done. Er, I mean the dooryard’s done. It’s not really a driveway, if you ask me. I ordered 10 cubic yards of reclaimed asphalt paving, and there wasn’t a teaspoon left when we were done. But then again, we weren’t a teaspoon short, either.

It took three days. I got off easy on the third day because my neighbor Rich wandered over on the second day and shoveled along with me. Good neighbors like that are hard to find. They’re especially hard to find when you’re shoveling reclaimed asphalt into a wheelbarrow and it’s ninety degrees out. Hide and Go Seek was perfected at such times. But you don’t have to find the very best neighbors. They find you.

The new reclaimed asphalt parking area isn’t perfect. It’s way more solid and put together than a gravel driveway would be. It’s somewhat less put together than a hot asphalt paving job would be. But good enough is good enough, I guess. A good plan now is better than a great plan later, and all that.

We’re broke-ass losers ain’t got no moneys, but we do our best. I coveted a flat, orderly place to park the chariots outside the front door for many moons. That crossbuck railing on the right hand side keeps you from falling to, if not your death, at least the installation of a second set of ankles if you tumbled over into the driveway. It leads down to a paved area out back. When we moved here, that right-hand side looked like this:

As you can spy with your little eye, the old railing lost interest about fifteen feet short of the corner, and the parking surface was a maze of pits and cracked asphalt and busted concrete. We’ve changed a lot of stuff there over the years. The new parking surface is just the last installment. It looks like this now:

So if you’ve got more gumption than sense, and a good neighbor, you too can buy a plate compactor for $350 or so, and get 10 yards of recycled asphalt pavement for about the same price, and have a pretty good driveway. The dump truck driver who delivers the material will shake his head when he shows up, and snicker all the way back to the yard after he sees your wheelbarrow and shovels, but if the world isn’t laughing at you these days, all it proves is that you’re as crazy as everybody else is. I’m not. I’m an entirely different kind of nuts.

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