Micro-Housing becoming a trend fascinates me

Hattip to stryck, who RT'd this tweet:

What's your microhousing min unit size? BOS: 350 sf SFO: 220 sf PDX: 220 sf SEA: 146 sf avg NYC: 250-370 sf PVD: 225 sf VAN: 298 sf

— Jeff Speck (@JeffSpeckAICP) September 3, 2014

I did a little quick googling, and found this article - from USA Today - about micro-apartments.

Like Tiny Homes, I find the concept fascinating (microapartments are a much more efficient use of space/walls, of course, because they can be stacked, but you lose out on window-walls and green space) - though I'm a little amused at myself for this fascination just a couple years after moving into our Biggest Place Ever (I mean, it's about 1700 sq. feet + a garage-barn, but still. The last place came in around 700 square feet).

There's not a lot of point to this blog post, just, hey, thing I find neat is trending.

Meeting the Archmage, a story (Of the Circled Plain) for the Giraffe Call

To Skan's Prompt

"Hello? Hello, Archmage? I'm Tad, I'm here for my apprenticeship..."

The cabin was, the way things were, a hermitage, stuck halfway up the side of a mountain. Tad's family had dropped her off this morning at the base of the stairs, if you could call them stairs. Once she stepped on the first uneven cut of stone, she was no longer theirs. She belonged to the Archmage now.

Except that the Archmage was supposed to be here, in this cabin, and as far as Tad could tell, there wasn't anyone here. The fire was still going in the stove, but you could do that with magic, couldn't you? "Hello? Archmage, sir, ma'am, ix?"

"Here." The voice was coming from near the fire. From the fire itself? Tad had heard of those who got devoured by the Flow, but not like... not like that, surely? "Look down, child."

Tad looked down - and jumped back, grabbing for a shepherd's crook she no longer carried. There was a mountain lion staring at her from the fire-rug.

The mountain lion yawned. "Surely you have seen a mountain lion before?"

The cat... was talking to her. Tad slapped her forehead with her palm. "Sir-ma'am-Ix..." Was that what she would become?

"Sit down, child. The Flow changes everyone differently, and there are many stories I will tell you about that, as our years together continue. But at this moment, I want you to tell me a story.

"Archmage, sir-ma'am-ix?"

"Ma'am will do. I haven't thought about it in a while... so tell me, Tad, how you got old enough to be an apprentice with a name as short as Tad."

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Safety, a continuation of Fae Apoc for the Giraffe Call (@rix-Scaedu)

To rix_scaedu's commissioned Continuation of Wildlife Refuge

“Why did you decide to go with the whole... ah... half-humanoid theme?” The faun-showing had been enough to get Capri in the second gate, as a temporary member of the Refuge. The walls looked sound, and the people inside - none Masked, so Capri, pants back up, also stayed sans Mask - seemed relaxed, so it was possible that either the Fomoire hadn’t made it this far south, or they just couldn’t get into the refuge. For the moment, Capri was safe.

Even more of a relief, the giraffe-taur at the gate hadn’t cared what else Capri had under the pants, as long as the legs were - as they were - animal. Capri had gotten a bracelet that was supposed to be a gate-pass, and then the ’taur had called over an Urmahlullu, Holly, to act as tour guide.

The parts of Holly that were human - her torso, her arms, and her head - were beautiful, with olive-brown skin and long black hair. The rest of her, the lioness body and legs, was... very differently beautiful.

Not like Capri could talk, not with the lower half of a goat. “I mean... I’m not sure who decided, but I guess the sign at the door is pretty clear.”
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It's not the Prom, a story for #3ww

To Three-Word-Wednesday (Today's words are Bribery, clobber, skeptical).


"No, no, not like that." Anna leaned forward to grab Joachim's shoulders. "No. You don't want to clobber them over the head with it."

Joachim twitched at the grab. "What am I supposed to do, sing them a love song? It's bribery, not the prom."

"It's both of those things, exactly. Thank you, Aaron. I'll take over." Anna shooed the older man away with a flap of her hand. "This is how we do this." She stepped into Aaron's place. "Greetings, Mr. Todleron. How can I help you tonight?"

The boy twisted his face up. "Anna, I don't think this is going to work."

"No, no, who is this Anna? I am Karl Brust, and I run the store here. How can I help you this evening, Mr. Todleron?"
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Edally Academy: The Angry Aetherist - Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Far From the Best

“And remember, you have your first test tomorrow. Study hard: the first test often indicates how the rest of year will proceed.”

Their Introduction to Philosophy Instructor waved cheerfully at them, her long sleeves flapping. Tairiekie resisted the urge to sigh, and instead gathered her books and turned to her teammates.

“We need a quiet place to study.”

“Not my dorm’s common room. I think they’re all getting all the gossip you’re not allowed as a true Diplomat out of their system their first year.” Enrie rolled her eyes. “They never stop talking.”

“Not my dorm.” Saydrie hunched in on himself, then popped back up as soon as the girls looked at him. “I mean...”
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