Katrina Cottages

I was looking through the Lowes flyer this weekend hoping to find a great deal on windows when I came across their Katrina Cottages plans. The idea is quite intriguing, but the there’s very little on the site that details what the total costs will be. It’s mostly just the plans for sale, and they’re being sold as replacement shelters… or vacation homes. The plans are rather simple, and the artistic renderings are somewhat attractive, but the photos on the website are a little less so. Maybe it’s just my aversion to the look of modern building materials.

I’m partial to the ideas at the Open Architecture Network, which seeks to be a cooperative/clearinghouse for shelter and structure ideas.

Signed, sealed….

We signed away our house today and signed in to our new home. It was very satisfying to finally have reached this milestone, and cool to see the signatures of the folks we’re buying from above our names, knowing the couple buying from us will show up below ours.

I didn’t want to jinx it, but I’m tremendously pleased to have sold our place on our own. Michelle, of course, did 90% of the “brain” work, and I helped with the braun. All told, this process has been smooth, but dependent heavily on luck and grace. The couple buying our place were in the neighborhood for breakfast and were passing by on their way to another house when they noticed our open house sign. The open house went great and stirred up a lot of interest, and resulted in us finding a buyer. The buyers have been wonderful; we just got back from dinner with them. One of the saddest parts of moving is that this couple won’t be our new neighbors. However, the decision to move has been hard, and leaving a home that I love and a neighborhood that I relish in is made bearable knowing that these wonderful people are moving in.

Crap, now we have to move.

Second Law of Urbanomics

We had to replace the sewer line as part of selling the house. We tried to just credit the buyer, but their lender wouldn’t give up the money until the repair was done. Crud. Luckily, we found a place that was able to fit us in before the closing and that stood up to the rigors of Angie’s List, though for a bit more.

They were able to get in and replace the line quickly, and with surprising stealth. It was a bit shocking to come home one day with two huge holes in the yard and a trackhoe sitting in front of the house. The next night, the sewer line was in, the holes were filled, and the sidewalks paved, but the public sidewalk looked like hell. There was no roped-off area, just a still moist, well trampled and ridden on sidewalk with strangers names written in it. Second law of urbanomics – leave wet cement, welcome civic art.

Second Law Of Urbanomics

It turns out they were using a new mixer and it wasn’t going well. So they came back today and re-poured. Looks good, and without any marks, I had to leave something. I crouched and left my name in the very corner, where grass would soon cover again. I’ve got a fixation with sidewalks, and it was my cement, so I scratched away. Can’t fight the laws of urbanomics.

Sale Pending

We acceptend an offer over a week ago and we’re now past the inpection addendum and feel comfortable saying “we sold our house.” Well, we’ll start with “Sale Pending” just to avoid getting arrogant. The couple who are buying it make us feel ok with leaving our first home. Last night we reached our final agreements and all breathed a sign of relief. I’m sure we would have slept better if Ella hadn’t kept waking up.

On the move again

We’re most of the way through the process of buying a home in NoPo and are gearing up to sell our current home. It’s really, really hard to leave this wonderful neighborhood, but the new place is closer to my parents, who care for Ella during the day. The move will reduce the amount of driving we do significantly (after the move, of course) and will hopefully be a great an experience as the last 2 years have been in our current home. If you’re on the market and like thai food, have a look.

Open Architecture Network

Pollyanna, a friend from high school, sent me a link to a project she’s been working on with Architecture for Humanity called the Open Architecture Network. It is going to be a community driven site for sharing building plans and ideas for solving shelter-related problems. AFH is dedicated to solving architectural and design issues that come after various crises; natural or human caused.

The project is quite exciting and will hopefully help address a plethora of shelter-related problems in innovative and affordable ways. Ironically enough, the “about” page starts with a declaration of Le Corbusier’s being wrong. The banner on my site right now is nick-named after the Swiss architect. He made quite a few contributions to modern architecture, including the gigantic utilitarian apartment complex that sought to give each inhabitant a window. These structures were mostly built to house the poor, but many failed horribly. (See Paris riots, 2005) It will be interesting to see how this project manifests, and hopefully there will be a variety of solutions available so we don’t get the uniformity and banality of the banlieues.

More windows

Today I installed window replacements numbers 6 and 7 of 11. My parents came over to help, but about 4 pounds into the project, a piece of art made from an old venezuelan oil barrel fell on my dad’s head. The rays of the sun (that’s what the piece is) became impromptu saw blades and split a 1-2″ cut into his forehead. While he worked on gluing the cut back together, I was able to install the two sash-pack windows. Each window installation goes faster than the last, and I’m thinking by window 10, they’ll just start ordering and installing themselves.

Why replace the windows? Doesn’t it take away from the charm of the home? Not really. These two clearly had some draft issues and when I took out one of the windows, I found 50+ hibernating ants. The room is quieter already, but now I have to paint the buggers. All 7 of them. One of these days.

Chicken Yassa

Last term I saw one of my employees working on a final project that included creating a database driven website. The gist of the website was a recipe database. He is Senegalese, so he was highlighting Senegalese cuisine. The pictures looked absolutely amazing, so I asked about them, about the food, what it was like and where I could try some. He described how the staples were made, but said the only place I could try it (other than homemade) was New York. Apparently Portland had a Senegalese restaurant a few years back, but it closed up.

Looking at the pictures, it seemed very similar to some Indian curries or Ethiopian dishes so I asked and and he seemed a little annoyed at the comparison. I suppose he might be considering the distance between Senegal and Ethiopia. It would be like asking someone from Portland if an IPA here tasted like an IPA from Boston (the answer is no).

Anyway, time passed and one of my coworkers mentioned that he new my employee and that he was a great cook. I prodded him about this, so he agreed to give me some recipes to try. He explained Mafe to me (apparently it’s easy enough that I don’t need a recipe?) and gave me the recipe for Chicken Yassa. The ingredients were different enough from anything I’d tried that I was quite excited to try it. Michelle is out with friends tonight so I walked to the grocer and picked up the ingredients and made myself some Yassa. It was fairly easy, somewhat time consuming, but in the end, really quite good. I opted the for the spicy version, so I included a whole minced habanero, and beef bullion cubes, which his recipe called for. This recipe at epicurious is a little more detailed than what I worked with, but I could have used the details.

I’m really quite pleased by how well it turned out, and I’ll have to try it again sometime soon for other people.

Installed Windows

I spent way too long trying to figure out the best way of making my installation of new windows sound like I had installed the operating system.

  • “I installed windows yesterday”
  • “I installed the latest windows..”
  • “The new windows provided a challenging install”

Yup… dumb. But so much quieter than the 93 year old double-hung, single-panes that we replaced.