Another day, another dollar wasted on soulless estates — grand staircases, marble fireplaces, triple-pane, bocote framed windows remote-controlled, and I shudder. Oh brother, home theater, dishwasher does laundry and also cooks dinner. Automation saturation — domestic overstimulation. No, not for me; not a house that talks at me, but a home that speaks to me,... Continue Reading →