We all have our diversions from fascism-induced despair. Let me have mine.

You also definitely had an attic apartment as a separate unit at some point, I'd guess 1960s/70s.

Found a classified: NICE ROOMY UNFURNISHED APARTMENT. Private entrance. Reasonable.

1938. Confirmed.

These would have a lock-off door in the room off that second front door, like a suite hotel, then two or three rooms straight back on both sides. Easy to make it two apartments or one house.

Nvm found it. Fascinating. This is not one of the floor plans I've studied, which had their heyday pre-WWI, but it appears the two front doors are original. AssessPro says 1929 construction and it was being advertised for duplex use in 1940, which suggests it was designed to do so.

Spencer what's your address I can tell you in two minutes or less

1813 would have been SFH. Not that it couldn't have potentially been converted at some point, but it wasn't designed to do it easily.

Those with L-shaped porches, perhaps except the two at top, were a builder-standard type built all over. There are 268 extant examples in Lockeland Springs-East End. I've matched so many, I can tell them from the Sanborn outlines. All had two doors, floor plans designed to divide. Nice row in EE:

Never mind, looked closer. 1813. Sad, all the other houses on that block are "flexplexes" designed to convert into duplex use, ubiquitous along streetcar lines in pre-war Nashville. So close.

Do you know which house number? And do you have more photos of the house?

And fascism aside, that is the only other construction industry firm in the collective portfolios of this venture's funders—mostly minor AI, crypto, app VCs.

I'm interested in the technical aspects you see here, because it doesn't seem anyone in the construction space saw enough to put money on it.

Only one other American builder/developer is funded by New Founding and they—to their credit, with more candor and courage than Bobby—are explicit Christian nationalists building little Ruby Ridges in Appalachia.

Last name... checks out.

They are saying there will never be a more grotesque decadent-Berlin-expat humblebrag. They are saying it can't be topped.

His housing-for-families schtick has always been a plexiglass Trojan House for this nonsense, divorced from all available data, and all the urbanists who treated him seriously have not covered themselves in glory. Too few have challenged his nonsense and fewer still have called out its purpose.

Thank you, friend. I needed this after watching Eden (2024) in its entirety.

When they find me, they will know my dog has scavenged my body to bones. Years later, a major director will read this story and make a movie about my life, inexplicably casting Sydney Sweeney as my dog, and it will puzzle some man in his mid-30s so much he will create a Letterboxd and post a review.

I will become one of those dudes who writes and posts Letterboxd reviews no one reads. My friends/acquaintances will look on with varying degrees of sympathy, embarrassment, and disdain until one day someone realizes I have been dead for several weeks because I stopped posting Letterboxd reviews.

Wobbled