Monthly Archives: December 2011

joy in the new year!


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i wish you joy in the new year.

i wish you peace in your heart.

i wish you know miracles daily.

i wish you perfect health.

i wish you love forever.


may all be happy & god bless us all.

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“Observe your thoughts.  Simply do not believe the ones that do not come from a place of love. Know all is well”
 – Anonymous 

what will you remember most about 2011?


1. mighty man.  spending time with this love bug was one highlight of my 2011


here he is, laughing his head off as usual.  i love this guy & miss him madly!

2.  moving back to midtown east  (yay!)

the east 52nd street reality show (click here!)

3. i got fired from a job for the very first time.

4. immersed myself in the work of byron katie, who is my new hero.

5. laughed a hundred times watching this video:

6. got a press pass!

7. completed a week long juice fast in the woods

8. survived a near fatal attack by this guy:

9. christmas
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one of the best ever!

10. my dad’s daily phone calls asking me how he could help me get a job.

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“Happiness is an attitude of mind, born of the simple determination to be happy under all outward circumstances.”
 –  J. Donald Walters

it’s christmas!


enjoy!

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Every Who Down In Who-Ville Like Christmas a lot… But The Grinch, Who lived just North of Who-ville, Did NOT! The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be that his head wasn’t screwed on quite right. It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all May have been that his heart was two sizes too small. But, Whatever the reason, His heart or his shoes, He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Whos, Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown At the warm lighted windows below in their town. For he knew every Who down in Who-ville beneath Was busy now, hanging a mistleoe wreath. “And they’re hanging their stockings!” he snarled with a sneer. “Tomorrow is Christmas! It’s practically here!” Then he growled, with his grinch fingers nervously drumming, “I MUST find a way to keep Christmas from coming!” For, tomorrow, he knew… …All the Who girls and boys Would wake up bright and early. They’d rush for their toys! And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! That’s one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! Then the Whos, young and old, would sit down to a feast. And they’d feast! And they’d feast! And they’d FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! They would start on Who-pudding, and rare Who-roast-beast Which was something the Grinch couldn’t stand in the least! And THEN They’d do something he liked least of all! Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small, Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing. They’d stand hand-in-hand. And the Whos would start singing! They’d sing! And they’d sing! AND they’d SING! SING! SING! SING! And the more the Grinch thought of the Who-Christmas-Sing The more the Grinch thought, “I must stop this whole thing! “Why for fifty-three years I’ve put up with it now! I MUST stop Christmas from coming! …But HOW?” Then he got an idea! An awful idea! THE GRINCH GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA! “I know just what to do!” The Grinch Laughed in his throat. And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat. And he chuckled, and clucked, “What a great Grinchy trick! “With this coat and this hat, I’ll look just like Saint Nick!” “All I need is a reindeer…” The Grinch looked around. But since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found. Did that stop the old Grinch…? No! The Grinch simply said, “If I can’t find a reindeer, I’ll make one instead!” So he called his dog Max. Then he took some red thread And he tied a big horn on top of his head. THEN He loaded some bags And some old empty sacks On a ramshakle sleigh And he hitched up old Max. Then the Grinch said, “Giddyap!” And the sleigh started down Toward the homes where the Whos Lay a-snooze in their town. All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air. All the Whos were all dreaming sweet dreams without care When he came to the first house in the square. “This is stop number one,” The old Grinchy Claus hissed And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist. Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch. But if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch. He got stuck only once, for a moment or two. Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue Where the little Who stockings all hung in a row. “These stockings,” he grinned, “are the first things to go!” Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant, Around the whole room, and he took every present! Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums! Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums! And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly, Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney! Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Whos’ feast! He took the Who-pudding! He took the roast beast! He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash. Why, that Grinch even took their last can of Who-hash! Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee. “And NOW!” grinned the Grinch, “I will stuff up the tree!” And the Grinch grabbed the tree, and he started to shove When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove. He turned around fast, and he saw a small Who! Little Cindy-Lou Who, who was not more than two. The Grinch had been caught by this little Who daughter Who’d got out of bed for a cup of cold water. She stared at the Grinch and said, “Santy Claus, why, “Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?” But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick! “Why, my sweet little tot,” the fake Santy Claus lied, “There’s a light on this tree that won’t light on one side. “So I’m taking it home to my workshop, my dear. “I’ll fix it up there. Then I’ll bring it back here.” And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head And he got her a drink and he sent he to bed. And when Cindy-Lou Who went to bed with her cup, HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up! Then the last thing he took Was the log for their fire. Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar. On their walls he left nothing but hooks, and some wire. And the one speck of food The he left in the house Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse. Then He did the same thing To the other Whos’ houses Leaving crumbs Much too small For the other Whos’ mouses! It was quarter past dawn… All the Whos, still a-bed All the Whos, still a-snooze When he packed up his sled, Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings! Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mount Crumpit, He rode to the tiptop to dump it! “Pooh-pooh to the Whos!” he was grinch-ish-ly humming. “They’re finding out now that no Christmas is coming! “They’re just waking up! I know just what they’ll do! “Their mouths will hang open a minute or two “The all the Whos down in Who-ville will all cry BOO-HOO!” “That’s a noise,” grinned the Grinch, “That I simply must hear!” So he paused. And the Grinch put a hand to his ear. And he did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low. Then it started to grow… But the sound wasn’t sad! Why, this sound sounded merry! It couldn’t be so! But it WAS merry! VERY! He stared down at Who-ville! The Grinch popped his eyes! Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise! Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small, Was singing! Without any presents at all! He HADN’T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME! Somehow or other, it came just the same! And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow, Stood puzzling and puzzling: “How could it be so? It came without ribbons! It came without tags! “It came without packages, boxes or bags!” And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before! “Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store. “Maybe Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!” And what happened then…? Well…in Who-ville they say That the Grinch’s small heart Grew three sizes that day! And the minute his heart didn’t feel quite so tight, He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast! And he… …HE HIMSELF…! The Grinch carved the roast beast!

week in review



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An illegal wolf-dog hybrid was found roaming wild in Brooklyn Tuesday evening, authorities said.  story
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i’ve been wondering  –  how exactly does  an animal become  illegal?

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my christmas decorations were stolen off the front  door of my apartment.

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i’m still unemployed.

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a man from russia bought this apartment for his 22 year old daughter.  

15 central park west

*$88,000,000
Maintenance/CC: $8,867    Monthly real estate tax: $4,958

Approx. square footage: 6,744 sf    Last updated: 12/21/2011

Rooms: 10.0    Bedrooms: 4       Bathrooms: 4.5
Library: Yes       Windowed kitchen: Yes
Outdoor space: Terrace   Wood burning fireplaces: 2
Air conditioning: Central Air   Washer and dryer: Yes

 just between us, i think they overpaid.

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“If you judge, investigate”
 – Seneca 

union square ferrets


“Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way when you criticize them, you are a mile away from them and you have their shoes.”
 – Steve Jobs

poor chunk!


i was going to put this in the “only in new york” section of this site, but the more i thought about it, i realized it’s something that is probably specific to 350 east 52nd street.   (for complete insane history on this residence,  see this site.)

of the many bizarre incidents here this week, i found the most humor in the story of chunk.  chunk is an 11 month old bulldog puppy who lives on the 4th floor with his exceptionally sweet & adorable owner, tom.

i’ll start from the beginning which i will make up because i wasn’t there.  chunk is comfortably sleeping in his over stuffed luxury chaise, dreaming of the moment tom will arrive home with some bacon.  the rest of the story actually happened.

when tom arrived home he was surprised that chunk wasn’t there to greet him at the door.  he was even more surprised to see his coffee pot sparkling clean & glistening on his kitchen counter.   he looked over at chunk’s empty bed and began to panic.

tom spotted chunk under the desk in the corner of the room – shaking!  tom quickly picked chunk up, held him tight &  let him know everything was going to be ok.   but it wasn’t ok – because chunk stunk of cheap perfume!

tom immediately grabbed his baseball bat and opened every closet – nothing.   he got down on the floor and crawled towards the bed, baseball bat in hand, checked under the bed – nothing.  he must be hiding in the bathroom, tom thought, and very slowly and as lightly as possible, started towards the bathroom door. on the floor tom saw his own cleaning supplies; windex, scrubbing bubbles . . . what the hell is going on here?  he got into position, holding the bat tight in his right hand.  with his left, tom tore open the shower curtain only to discover  the sponge from his kitchen in the tub!  it was apparently used to clean his bathroom.   :(

there was only one place the intruder could still be hiding.  tom tip toed into the kitchen with his bat and swung open the refrigerator door expecting to be ambushed by the crook but what he saw shocked him even more.  the inside of tom’s refrigerator was sparkling clean!

tom’s parents live in another apartment in our building and as strange as he recognized the thought to be, he thought that maybe his mother had come over and cleaned his apartment during the day.  tom called his mother.  understandably, she thought he had lost his mind.  he then called his sister who lives nearby and asked her.  also guessing her brother had gone insane, she assured tom that she had not gone over to his place in the middle of the day to clean.

(i have amused myself all day by picturing each of my friends getting a phone call from their brother asking if they had snuck into his apartment to clean it.)

tom called downstairs to the lobby & told them there was a break in.  the doorman informed tom about “the mistake”.

earlier in the day while chunk was dreaming of bacon, down in the lobby two cleaning ladies arrived at 350 to clean an apartment on the 14th Floor.   they were given the keys to chunk’s apartment on the 4th floor instead. Mysteriously, after asking for keys to the 14th floor apt., the 2 women went to the 4th floor, entered chunks apartment and began cleaning.  since they had been to, & actually cleaned the 14th floor apartment in the past, i can’t help but to wonder how they didn’t pick up on these clues:

  • the decor was completely different
  • the apartment was 10 floors beneath the 14th floor
  • there was a dog that hadn’t been there last time

hmmmm . . . .

the  women went about their business – dusting, moving things &  scrubbing away – until they got 1/2 way finished.   they suddenly had an epiphany – ‘good lord, we’re in the wrong place!’   the two women left the kitchen sponge they had been using to clean the bathroom on the side of the tub next to tom’s clorox cleaner, went down to the lobby and exchanged tom’s keys for keys to the apartment on the 14th floor.

tom then checked his apartment & didn’t think anything was taken but it’s entirely possible that poor chunk had been attacked in his own home by a cleaning woman with a fear of dogs and a bottle of  jontue.   poor chunk!

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“This is the true nature of home — it is the place of Peace; the shelter, not only from injury, but from all terror, doubt and division.”
 John Ruskin

this is my life


Truth & Justice the American Koeppel Way!

In case you haven’t been following the blog on my apartment building , here’s condensed recap of the situation at 350 East 52nd Street, a “luxury” building owned by New York’s cruelest landlord.  (Many more details are available throughout the website). It is it’s own reality show with captivating charecters!  This is not your standard episode due to it’s length – please think of it as a mini series. :)

www.east52ndstreet.com :

Bill Koeppel stopped paying for medical benefits to employees of the building causing immense hardship on the families of our staff and prompting the workers to strike.
Since then, tenants have struggled with the following issues:

  • Security problems,  rotating crew of new doormen (not knowing who lives here & who doesn’t –  One resident reported that a man was given a key to an apartment without her permission. see post)
  • Koppell has allowed the garbage inside & outside of the building to pile up to the point of attracting rats, mice & maggots – (yes, maggots. see post herehere).
  • There has been one confirmed & 2 additional complaints of bedbugs in building which Koepell has failed to disclose to unsuspecting new tenants which is required by law.
  • Bill Koepell has spent many hours trying to publicly humiliate the striking workers (see examples here).
  • In August,  tenants held a press conference with several elected officials, including State Senator Liz Krueger and Public Advocate Bill de Blasio & Assemblyman Dan Quart, calling for an end to the deteriorating conditions.   With the assistance of these public officials and the law firm of Himmelstein, McConnell, Gribben, Donoghue & Joseph, tenant Kirk Swanson uncovered that William Koeppel has been breaking the law by illegally destabilizing apartments while receiving tax abatements. A class action suit has been filed by tenants of the building.
  • The influx of new employees included a new building super who was introduced by Koeppel in a letter dated July 25th which was distributed to tenants as well as taped to a column wall in the lobby and in the elevator hallway.  The new super’s name is Tom and he resides in apartment #2D at 350 East 52nd Street.

Excluding many details of William Koeppel’s horrifying behavior and criminal history which you can find throughout this site, you are now up to speed on the situation in the building.

November 30, 2011

As per countless other employees sent in by Modern Staffing,  the firm William Koeppel hired to manage replacement staff, Tom was let go sometime last week. Tom lives in the building and therefore, to any reasonable person and presumably by law, would have to be given notice which would include a specific date to vacate his residence.  He was not given that courtesy. Instead, yesterday, the gorilla boss from Modern Staffing showed up at Tom’s door with a locksmith.  His name is Brian Rexroat.  Brian told Tom he must leave his residence now and that the locks would be changed.  Tom called the police.

Tom told the police that he lived in the apartment and there were some legal issues between he, Modern Staffing & Bill Koppell and that he would stay in his apartment until the issues were resolved unless the courts mandated otherwise.

Brian told the police that Tom was never authorized to live in the apartment and wanted him arrested for trespassing.

These particular officers were not fully acquainted with eviction law and asked Tom to leave or risk arrest for trespassing, but Tom could keep his keys and the locks would not be changed.

Tom put on his coat & hat, picked up his duffel bag, calmly left the building and stood outside on the sidewalk with the striking workers and several tenants while Brian continued to lie to the police.

Because tenant Kirk S is the point man for the class action suit and speaks to the lawyers regularly and has direct access to many of the  NY politicians, Tom called Kirk.  Kirk advised Tom to go straight to the police station and speak with a superior officer and ask the officer to reference the field guide on eviction cases.  Tom left for the 17th precinct in hopes of finding a superior officer who would assist him.  Tom spoke to Lt. Serino who informed him that he could lawfully return & remain in his apartment unless the courts said otherwise.  Tom returned 350 East 52nd Street. Hewas stopped by the doorman who had orders from Brian and WK to bar his entrance. Tom called the 17th pct again.   Two officers arrived and  escorted Tom to his apartment.

(scene: lights dim. daylight fades)

Later in the evening as Tom was leaving the building to go out on an errand he ran into William Koeppel in the lobby.  WK said I’m going to call the police and tell them you’re dangerous, violent and trespassing.

It was reported by a tenant passing through the lobby at that time that WK was yelling at the temporary porter who was covering the front desk for the replacement doorman, to call the police and the locksmith.  When WK did not get immediate satisfaction after waiting several seconds for the police to show (as if this is a NYPD priority – especially on a night when the President is in town), he went to the corner of 52nd and First & pulled 5 Brooklyn Detectives who were assigned to the corner as part of the Obama security.

5 police men showed at Tom’s door and asked him to come to the lobby. They listened to the story from both sides and told the men they would have to wait for the 17th precinct police to handle the situation.  In the mean time, they would stay just to make sure no violence erupted.

6 building tenants waited outside the building with the 5 Brooklyn detectives for the 17th precincnt police to arrive.   One of the tenants was Kirk S, whom William Koepell has a vehement hatred for ever since Kirk organized the first tenants association meeting at 350 East 52nd Street.  William Koeppel and Brian Rexroat were inside the lobby.

Get ready for what happened next –  You can’t make this stuff up!!

First you need to know that Kirk could easily pass for a professional weight lifter – solid muscle, with maybe 7% body fat, or less . . .   here he is:


Would you mess with this guy?  Just look at his neck . . .

and here is purple faced, pudgy Brian, son of the owner of Modern Staffing:

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Now, I’m not the betting type, but given the stats . . . who would you have to assume would win in a fight?    . . .   Me too.

As we stood outside of the lobby door, out came William Koeppel and pudgy, purple faced  Brian Rexroat.  Right in front of the 5 Brooklyn detectives & the tenants, Brian walked right up to Kirk and put his big purple face right in Kirk’s face  –  and I mean maybe an inch apart –  and said the following:

“You look like a dick sucker”

and then he walked away.  He must have been thinking one of two things:

1.  I’ll piss Kirk off so that he punches me in the face right in front of 5 cops, or

2. Even though I’m a pudgy, purple faced, cowardly weakling who wouldn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell to survive a swing from Kirk, I can do this because there are 5 cops here to protect me.

(Opinion) – It was so bizarre that we can suspect only someone as crazed as William Koeppel put him up to it.  WK wouldn’t care if Brian ended up in a body cast – provided of course it was done in the name of a dollar.

The detectives quickly went over to Kirk and told him to “let it go” presumably because they suspected Kirk would hurt Brian as most men would have done in that situation.  Somehow Kirk was able to maintain composure and did let it go.

As the wait continued, Kirk questioned WK about the bedbug situation (3 units in the building recently) and asked for proof that the apartments had been treated. Tenants were told that 1 apartment was treated & the other two were not professionally treated.  Koeppel responded “I don’t owe anybody proof” that the situation had been adequately addressed.  He then said “don’t let the bedbugs bite.” WK then apprised Kirk that he would be adding 12 more cell towers to the 28 existing towers on our building. Koeppel then laughed and turned away.

Two  17th precinct  police eventually arrived & took Tom back to his apartment.  They told him he was within his rights to stay.  They also asked for proof of residence & Tom showed proof.  The officers asked Tom’s next door neighbor for confirmation of Tom living in the apartment next door.  She confirmed

At this point many of the tenants passing through the lobby were questioning the third incidence of police activity in the lobby in one day.  It was clearly another chaotic debacle created by Bill Koeppel in our residence and the tenants are quite disturbed – again.

-  Intermission  -

Opening Scene:

  • William Koeppel, pudgy Brian in lobby speaking with 2 police officers.
  • Doorman trying to look invisible behind lobby desk in an attempt to ignore the banter of his boss, Brian & Brian’s boss, WK, as they feed the officers incredulous lies.
  • 3 tenants stand by lobby desk and observe.
  • Various tenants passing through lobby stop & ask what the commotion is about this time.

William Koeppel was intensely aggrivated. He told the police officers that they must remove Tom from his apartment because he has been terminated from Modern Staffing and no longer works in the building.  ”Dick sucker” Brian confirms.  Police tell the men they have proof otherwise, Tom is staying and it must be addressed in court.

Koeppel’s face was now beet red.  It is only on rare occasions he is seen without sunglasses on (even at night)  & this was one of those occasions.  His eyes were like beady little slits and his mind was spinning so fast it was palpable.  In his confused state, William Koeppel yelled, “Tom doesn’t work here!! He never worked here, he only worked part time and he was never the super! He was the janitor!”

This massive lie prompted a tenant to walk over to the the column in the lobby, remove the memo that has been taped to the wall since July 25th, and hand it to the policeman.  Koeppel loudly declared to the tenant that she was “not involved in this conversation” and waved his arms as though to shoo her away. The cop read the memo. Here it is – please see highlighted portion.

The memo signed by William Koeppel clearly states that Tom is not only the “new super”, but he is the building manager as well.  In fact, according to Modern Staffing and Bill Koeppel, Steve (our super of many years) was to report to Tom!

More interesting tidbits about the memo:

William Koepell refers to “ongoing negotiations” with the union, including a meeting set for August.  The reality is he blew off every meeting and refused to negotiate in good faith.

Re: “the services and security of the building have not been diminished”,

  • we no longer get our UPS delivered regularly,
  • the garbage is hidden in various places throughout the property for up to a week, harbors vermin & is a potential fire hazard;
  • we have mice, rats, maggotts & bedbugs;
  • unauthorized non residents have been allowed into the building
  • our landlord spews profanities at people from the lobby on a regular basis,
  • and we no longer have an awning on the front of our building.

Additionally,

  • those “few vociferous, militant tenants” are almost the entire building and
  • “the porters and doormen have been replaced with competent and professional nonunion workers-many of whom are former U.S. military” . . . well, that’s an entire episode in itself – coming soon!  We can tell you that 1 replacement worker is in the reserves and that is the extent of “former U.S. military” of which Koeppel refers.
  • At this point we’ve lost count of the number of workers who have come & gone since June but those who have left have had no qualms about telling us that the only information their employer, Modern Staffing require of their employees is their name.  No resume, no address, no social security number or tax forms and no background check what so ever.  These are the men who have keys to our apartments.  William Koeppel states in the above memo that security has not been diminished so it must be true.

Ok, back to the script . . .

As the officer was reading the memo, William Koeppel insisted that apartment #2D was his office – and Brian’s office too.  Yes! They held meetings and interviews in there during the week – it was not Tom’s apartment – Tom did not live in the building – this was their office!  One tenant interjected, “Tom was absolutely the super of this building and he absolutely lives in apartment 2D.”  The other tenants confirmed.

Brian and William Koeppel were both unaware of the fact that Tom had changed the lock on his door sometime in August and the only person with keys to Tom’s apartment was Tom.  We have to wonder how Brian and Koeppel managed to have meetings and interviews in Tom’s residence without Tom’s consent and no access to apartmemt #2D.

Once the officers read the memo, they couldn’t leave fast enough.  Tom was to stay and they made that clear to Brian and Koeppel.  For some reason Brian thought he should chime in and began nonsensical talk that we have yet been able to interpret.  It was something along the lines of him living in apartment #2D,  then accusing the tenant who provided the memo to the officers of living in apartment #2D.  If you had to re-read that last sentence, don’t worry, it makes no sense – it was crazy!

Luckily for tenants of 350 East 52nd Street, word has it that William Koeppel was on a plane back to his Palm Beach Estate today. We anticipate a well deserved break for at least a couple of days –  This reality show  is way more exhausting than it may appear to our viewers.

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“The mind’s job is to validate what it thinks.”
 – Byron Katie