tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post3596552448487377201..comments2008-07-02T14:20:56.625-04:00LUX LIVINGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15903053343840249702noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-45612348578922225182008-07-02T14:09:00.000-04:002008-07-02T14:09:00.000-04:00I have no animosity towards this young, white (upwardly mobile?) couple with dog. After all, it's their decision to spend their hard earned money on an over-priced rental apartment. I have no doubt they'll be one of the first to petition management for a dog-run in the Oval. I am, however, envious that they can easily and happily afford the ever-growing rents and seem to have no issues (noisy neighbors or noise complaints against them for their less than 80% covered parquet tiles, vermin, poorly working over-loaded laundry facilities, future key-card concerns, MCI's and more.)<BR/>These are the young, white and upwardly mobile that management is clearly focusing on in their advertising campaign. Some things haven't changed around here. But many of us have been here for many more years and have had to bear burdens no longer in place: long waiting lists to get in, MCI's, strict rules about carpet and noise, our children admonished for sitting sideways on a swing, stolen bikes from the carriage rooms, stolen items from our laundry rooms, loss of neighbors we've known and trusted for years due to death or a move to affordable homes and so much more.<BR/>Yes. I feel envious that I have remained a loyal and decent resident having overcome so many obstacles. I would like to be as "happy" about life here now. I would like to be worry-free about the stability of my complex and my own little apartment which I call home.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-65616856960804276172008-07-02T00:31:00.000-04:002008-07-02T00:31:00.000-04:00Aw, c'mon guys! Let's cut this couple a little slack. They're not the first to fraternize with the enemy. A little tarring and feathering should show them that we rent stabilized old farts aren't that bad.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-33222239428359179342008-07-01T19:05:00.000-04:002008-07-01T19:05:00.000-04:00Maggie, we would love to walk in the Oval but we can't find it behind the fences.<BR/><BR/>Maybe one of the flip-flop girls could be so kind as to take a break from their cell phones to show us the way. Actually I think management finally killed the last one the other day with their Mad Max golf carts.Ryannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-47049962571565370392008-07-01T16:00:00.000-04:002008-07-01T16:00:00.000-04:00the people posting here are some of the angriest, crankiest people ever. the apartments are a million steps up from anything in the east village. maybe you should go take a look around...a lot has changed since the 70s. all you do is rip ST apart and knock people who would want to live here...but YOU live here. and you fight to live here. go out and take a walk in the oval -- all this stress and negativity can't be good for your health.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-16058900048768142402008-07-01T14:47:00.000-04:002008-07-01T14:47:00.000-04:00Wait 'til they get their first rent increase next year and rent jumps to over $3200 a month. They just don't realize they're paying luxury prices for a place just barely one step up the ladder from their old tenement. Their neighbors must be very happy to live with these self-centered losers - just hope that the neighbors are not families or old people. Frank definitely looks like the brains of the family - perhaps he'll be able to make his great escape through the wilderness while Maggie is tanning in the Oval.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-36473260922123815492008-06-30T22:02:00.000-04:002008-06-30T22:02:00.000-04:00He's lived here for three months and feels he can accurately describe what it is like living in Stuy Town and dealing with management? <BR/><BR/>How naive.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-57263762694064046472008-06-30T21:10:00.000-04:002008-06-30T21:10:00.000-04:00Joey,<BR/><BR/>Is that your MOM ? ?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-74161321361778858542008-06-30T19:55:00.000-04:002008-06-30T19:55:00.000-04:00Right on to the last poster! We were here when Alphabet City was not a trendy yuppie/yunniedom. Then, we used to have to put up with junkies who prowled round looking for victims to rob for their next fix. I was such a victim on 2 occasions and my neighbors all had the same experience of being held up at knifepoint or gunpoint in the vestibules of our buildings. There were so many shooting galleries on Avenues A & B that at night the streets would be crowded with junkies (a lot of them with little kids in strollers) lining up to get their fix. MetLife didn't advertise Stuyvesant Town as "luxury" then! The un-airconditioned apartments weren't worth a nickel more than we paid for them, but we didn't grumble because we loved our homes then as we do now. We owe Tishman Speyer nothing more than our rent stabilized rents. We put up with the place when it was what it honestly was and the "improvements" don't impress us. Neither do our money hungry landlord and the pretentious clientele (mostly from the flyover states) it markets to because it wants to suck their money and treat them like the fools they are for falling for their spiel.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-19955326216676899732008-06-30T17:28:00.000-04:002008-06-30T17:28:00.000-04:00Joey and Maggie were relieved to see a lot of "twenty-somethings" in the renting office to compensate for all the tedious kids and old farts they saw walking around inside Stuy Town. <BR/><BR/> Us old farts ( and our kids) have lived here without air conditioning or dish washers since back in the day when below 14th Street wasn't terminally hip.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-65075774859778661122008-06-30T17:20:00.000-04:002008-06-30T17:20:00.000-04:00Frank looks sweet in a goofy kind of way. He reminds me of that dog in the New Yorker cartoons. No offense meant, Frank, I really do think you are cute.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-83652183349137235312008-06-30T16:30:00.000-04:002008-06-30T16:30:00.000-04:00Since Maggie doesn't like to go out in nature, Frank is a prisoner of the apartment. No wonder he's barking.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-6806241857576547062008-06-30T16:29:00.000-04:002008-06-30T16:29:00.000-04:00"Stuy Town might be decent, they figured, as long as they could find a desirable urban location, on the First Avenue or 14th Street sides." <BR/><BR/>I think they're missing the point of living here.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-90341667444421572522008-06-30T16:05:00.000-04:002008-06-30T16:05:00.000-04:00“We both had a problem originally with the idea of Stuy Town, because it looks so blech,” Ms. Weber said.<BR/><BR/>She's speaking with The New York Times and this is how she converses? Thank god she doesn't teach my kids.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-64238366977865004172008-06-30T15:49:00.000-04:002008-06-30T15:49:00.000-04:00Dear Joey, Maggie and Frank <BR/>Good night, sleep tight,<BR/>Don’t let the bedbugs bite.<BR/>And if they do<BR/>Then take your new Speyer lease<BR/>And knock ‘em ‘til<BR/>They’re black and blueAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-38237878266576103412008-06-30T15:47:00.000-04:002008-06-30T15:47:00.000-04:00Worst PR/damage control ever.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-65484018397064252102008-06-30T11:39:00.000-04:002008-06-30T11:39:00.000-04:00Joey has ugly feet!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-54065105244221213272008-06-30T11:27:00.000-04:002008-06-30T11:27:00.000-04:00Agh ! my eyes! that is the creepiest photo on this blog ever!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-61511469680599550182008-06-30T11:23:00.000-04:002008-06-30T11:23:00.000-04:00Maggie and Joey are obviously not the sharpest knives in the drawer. Duh! Guess who has the most intelligent face of the three mutts? Step forward and take a bow, Frank! A bow and a bow wow!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-28087661433797988872008-06-30T10:32:00.000-04:002008-06-30T10:32:00.000-04:00You can't make this up! <BR/><BR/>MAGGIE AND JOEY IN THEIR OWN WORDS: <BR/>“We both had a problem originally with the idea of Stuy Town, because it looks so blech,” Ms. Weber said. “It is just some brick buildings with a lawn in the middle and a fountain.” <BR/><BR/>Its 80 grassy acres were wasted on her. “I am not a person to go out in nature or wilderness,” she said. <BR/><BR/>There was also plenty of tension surrounding the change to market-rate rents after decades of rent regulation. “You walk around, and it is all older people and families with kids,” Mr. Arak said. But in the leasing office, “it is all 20-somethings.”Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12816542407270089268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-9409982028052243562008-06-30T10:20:00.000-04:002008-06-30T10:20:00.000-04:00Thought-bubble over their smirking dog, Frank: "Sure, my owners are ass-licking suckers, but I'm grateful to them for allowing me to play in Stuy Town's many overflowing muddy (cess)pools, bark as much as I please until security pays us a visit, and best of all, take my daily pees and big poops on the grassy areas where children play, while hopefully spreading disease into the rent stabilized tenants' apartments! It's not a dog's life here...but Lux Living at it's best!"girlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-8231799978529573942008-06-30T09:46:00.000-04:002008-06-30T09:46:00.000-04:00Joey rides a unicorn to work.<BR/><BR/>Joey's magical horse prevents him from seeing the real ST as displayed in your Flickr account.<BR/><BR/>Can the rest of us have unicorns?VRBnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-71974804910863006682008-06-30T09:42:00.000-04:002008-06-30T09:42:00.000-04:00Maggie and Joey's dish's are brown after using their dishwasher.<BR/><BR/>Frank Likes to eat the asbestos leaking out of their front door.<BR/><BR/>Maggie and Joey are not following the 80% carpet rule and have also broken the rules by painting their wall green.<BR/><BR/>Rob Speyer was a Journalism major at Colombia (not University).<BR/><BR/>Maggie and Joey are disconnected from the outside world because they have no cell phone reception and their intercoms dont work.<BR/><BR/>Maggie and Joey are living in sin.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-3881521964800678112008-06-30T08:50:00.000-04:002008-06-30T08:50:00.000-04:00Dear Mr. Speyer,<BR/><BR/>Thanks for choosing to place your full page ads with us. Welcome aboard!<BR/><BR/>Best,<BR/>Todd <BR/>V. P., Business Development for the TimesInterceptor!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893862652001372560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-71633292304051898992008-06-30T08:28:00.000-04:002008-06-30T08:28:00.000-04:00Who does the real estate reporting for the Times now, Judy Miller?Cole Slaughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08893862652001372560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215972925995049794.post-4768223745259654002008-06-30T06:53:00.000-04:002008-06-30T06:53:00.000-04:00If you watch the video of Joey, Maggie and Frank on the Times website, Frank is blinking a Morse code message, "Call the ASPCA. I am being gassed." Frank is not stupid.Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12816542407270089268noreply@blogger.com