For Want of a Nail

Many houses are lost in hurricanes and earthquakes, not due to failure of the wood, but due to failure of the nails to hold the structure together in gale force winds. Dr. Ed Sutt has invented a nail that solves this problem (all for about $15 more in the cost of new home construction).

Sutt’s bosses at Bostitch must be happy too. The company is selling every HurriQuake nail it produces and has been doubling production capacity every month. Although the nail is currently available only in the Gulf region (it adds about $15 to the cost of an average 2,000-square-foot house), the company is adding new production lines to meet nationwide demand. Meanwhile, the nail is getting rave reviews from building-technology experts.

“This is a major innovation,” says Tim Reinhold, director of engineering for the Institute for Business and Home Safety, an insurance-industry research group. “And in places that are affected by high winds and earthquakes, it looks like it’s going to make a big difference.”

Simply amazing.


Milton Friedman Passes Away at 94

Milton Friedman, nobel prize winner and champion of liberty, passed away this morning in San Francisco. His son David has a truly touching epitaph:

Cattle die, kindred die,
Every man is mortal:
But the good name never dies
Of one who has done well.

Words to live by on our shuffle through this coil.

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A Cry for Help

I'm not normally one for blegging, but if any readers know people at DC law firms and would be willing to pass my resume along for a 2007 Summer Associate position, I'd be greatly appreciative.


Election Day

I got up early and voted this morning. Kevin Zeese for Senate, Bob Ehrlich for Governor, and a melange of abstaining, writing myself in, and voting for the Republican (since it's a Democrat-heavy district and I'm a contrarian) in the down-ticket races.

My girlfriend, like Jeremy, isn't sure about voting. She (and all other Marylanders) should at least go to the polls to vote for Kevin Zeese for Senate, even if you leave the rest of the ballot blank.

Yours truly,
Mr. X