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Building a House that Works

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Work is coming home. More people work from home than has been the case in a long, long time. But the homes they work in, generally speaking, weren’t built to house much work besides cooking up prepackaged meals from the supermarket.

Now, if we built our homes to work, how would they be different?

I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and not just recreationally. I’m planning to build a house for my family in the not too distant future. (I mean actually doing it myself, not contracting it out.) And I plan to use that experience to build houses for other people.

In the next few weeks I intend to use Paterfamilias Today as a notepad for my inchoate thoughts on the subject. Feel free to join me by adding your marginal notes in the comments section.

First of all, let’s review what modern homes are built for.

As far as I can tell, they’re meant to be recreation centers and status symbols. They’re places we retreat to when the workday is done. And their scale and their amenities are used to signal to our neighbors the value the market economy places upon our work.

If we re-centered work and brought it home, those matters would be marginalized.

Historically this how farmhouses and the houses of tradesmen functioned. In the old days everyone worked from home, and the dwellings they built reflected this. For farmers the house was usually situated so as to make access to the fields convenient. And they were surrounded by out-buildings like barns and sheds that were a short walk from the house. The house itself was usually a simple structure, and landscaping–shrubs, flowers, lawns, etc. were kept to a minimum or just didn’t exist. Who wants to trim shrubs when there is hay to cut?

Shop keepers similarly had shops out back, or down stairs, and they often allocated space for a significant garden.

While there were dedicated spaces for work in these houses, life was also ordered by time. Since the work was always at hand, rest and recreation occurred in time set aside for them–the end of the day, the season of the year, and so on. This meant that working spaces often served as recreation spaces. But work usually came first.

This allocation of time and space for work and rest was ordered by the home economy, i.e. the law of the house. A glance at the etymology of the word economy reveals that this is what an economy is. It is a compound word in the original Greek–oikos for house and nomos for law.

Subsistence Economy and Market Economy

I think it is helpful to look at the homes economy from two angles. There is an internal order, and then there is a larger order that this fits into. The internal order is a subsistence economy–what a household does for itself. And the larger order it fits into is relied upon for what it can’t or shouldn’t do for itself.

Self-sufficiency is a good thing, to a degree. But it can be taken too far, to the impoverishment of a household and the larger community. But that’s not the problem most of us face. Most of us we are far too dependent upon things outside of our control. And this dependency has enervated us, and paradoxically, has undermined civic virtue.

As I noted earlier, more and more people are working from home, providing services and even goods to the market economy. But this is still a small minority. But I think to a degree everyone can become more self-sufficient by developing a household subsistence economy.

In order to do that you need to jettison one of the sacred cows of the market economy–efficiency. (Go ahead, put the cow on the catapult and launch it!)

While efficiency can enrich us in many ways, we tend to forget about the ways it impoverishes us. Efficiency encourages specialization, what we call the division of labor. But one obvious price we pay with specialization is general competency. The specialist is passive. And that leads to feelings of anxiety and victimization. Another way specialization impoverishes us is by alienation. Marx made a lot of this. And while I’m not a Marxist, it is almost impossible to deny that the typical cubicle jockey doesn’t really identify with the output of his company.

So, getting back to building a new sort of old fashioned house. Let’s begin with two areas where most people can build subsistence right away: food and social services.

Next time I’ll share my thoughts on how the houses we build would be different if we grew and raised more of our own food.

This was originally published at my blog at Patheos–Paterfamilias Today.

Current project: Daisy and the Lost Petals

Years ago, when my daughter was just a little girl, I told her impromptu stories.

Usually these were forgotten almost as quickly as a dream. But a few of the stories stuck. One of those was the story of Daisy and her lost petals.

After telling myself for years, “You know, Wiley, you ought to write that one down,” I’m finally doing just that. I’m also working on some illustrations. (The one you see above is a little “character study” of Daisy.)

Here’s how the story begins (at least for now):

11953302_10153213866962572_9132275971829004831_oOnce there was a daisy named Daisy.

She lived beneath her neighbors Mr. Birch and Mr. Beech, and she had six lovely petals, soft and bright. But the Old North Wind came through at times, and he never even noticed them. He just stormed along, lost in his troubles, and leaving people with some of their own.

And one day, he blew all of Daisy’s petals away.

Everyone suffered. Her neighbors had been thinned out a bit, and their leaves were scatter-shot here and there. Mr. Birch even lost a branch, which he refused to acknowledge. Being stoical he said, “What’s meant to be, will be.”

But Daisy’s petals were blown out of sight. And she wept for them.

“Come now, young lady,” said Mr. Birch, “it is the way of the world.”

But Mr. Beech was made of tougher stuff so he could afford to be tender. And he was old enough to know that he did not know all the ways of the world.

So he said, “Daisy, why not look for them?”

And so it begins. It is a short tale–taking less than a thousand words to tell. Nice bedtime fare for little girls.

I’m not sure whether I should try to illustrate is myself. Once I get the story done, I may send it around to s few professional illustrators I know to see if they would like to collaborate. (Cory Godbey comes to mind.) We’ll see.