Truesday: Free Real Estate Advice

*The views expressed in Truesday are those of the author and do not represent Austinist as a whole. Thank heavens.* -The Editors
I am more than pleased to announce, right here on this site, that I alone have come up with the end-all, be-all, best-of-breed solution to the Las Manitas development conundrum faced by the Finley family. I only mention the Finleys because really, they hold the only opinions that are worth more than growing an extra big toe.
Out of the palm of an increasingly useless hand.
It is my complete understanding of their situation which gives me the stones to help them out with the forthcoming advice. You see, I dream of being really, really, really rich. I mean stupid rich. Like, bathing my pet cheetahs in Cristal. Having my army of clones cryogenically frozen every night so that they age at approximately 2/3 the speed of your garden-variety human clone. So much cash that whoever is president of China will have a life-size tattoo of my face on their chest.
I will be smiling in said tattoo, with a gold tooth gleaming. It will be real gold, inlaid into the tattoo, into their skin. Because.
And of course, I plan to be rich enough to buy WHOLE city blocks (that’s right, I wouldn’t half-step it and leave some salsa dance-dive and a cultural whatever-place in my wake) and then I’d act all “whoa, now what should I do? But, but I LOVE the shops that are on my block! What about the kids and their learning?! And what about the politicians and their precious tacos?!! The drunks and their pay lot?!! Oh, the HUMANITY of it all!!”
And then I’d bulldoze that steaming pile of cultural brick and mortar right over, shrugging my shoulders and mumbling some shit about not wanting to stand in the way of Austin’s thirst for progress. Just like you invariably will.
Why? Well, because that’s the purpose of progress, is it not? To move forward through development? In some places they have to call it “urban renewal” to avoid any political pinches, but this is Texas boys! Those who own, OWN! And aren’t those who own also the ones who have the power to decide what “moving forward” or “progress” looks like?
And anyone who even THINKS about speaking out against the inevitable progress and/or paving of the entire planet should just stick to what they know: handmade windchimes, homemade marijuana, and bodymade odor. If they aren’t American enough to understand that sentimentality over the past is an unnecessary indulgence, rather than some cooky “sustenance for the souls of our future generations” or whatever the hell the Ouija Board most recently farted out, then they should just go back to Jonestown for the Koolaid Ceremony and leave us pragmatists to solve real world problems.
Like, where to get a decent business rate for a mid-week stay downtown that will triple my travel points if I put it on my American Express CO2 Card. By-the-by, if a Marriot Megaplex does happen to be the best way to go, by our better estimation, and if the hippies choose to join the rest of us in real-place-land, then they can park rental cars or clean dead birds from the rooftop pools.
Yes, pools is plural. Word to the cannonball.
Now that I’ve properly explained the obvious reasoning and need behind the development, which sadly has to be spelled out for some people in this city that defends the “rights” of lizards, plants, and other non-tax-paying flora or fauna, I will unveil the design itself.
The idea is to increase downtown “density”. Sometimes I’ll switch hit and call it URBAN “density”, if I’m talking to younger people who aren’t afraid of minorities. It gives it some street cred. I really like this word because it’s so ridiculously hard to pin down. Brooklyn is “dense”. So is Minneapolis. Throw Seattle in there too (ignore Tacoma). And if you’re four-foot tall, with one leg and clinically blind, Boston is “dense” too. No one bothers to define it discretely. It’s progress’s answer to that ever-changing and shadowy “gentrification” bullshit of a liberal term.
Now both sides have the benefit of market-driven ontological drift.
So it only makes sense that a really large building, both vertically and horizontally, would provide for maximum density. Preferably made of thick slabs of lead. Again, just to cover all possible bases surrounding the actual definition of “density”. Plus, the lead would definitely give the structure that urban appeal that the kids love these days.
So that’s the frame of the thing. Just take up the entire footprint allowed by law (and then push it a few feet further out, because let’s face it, once this puppy’s built, it ain’t comin’ down! YAHOO!). Build right up to the street if no one stops you. Just dig those lead slabs right into the curb like a privacy fence of radiation protection.
Now it’s important to think about who will be living in this leadened density. And I think I know the perfect target market (it crosses all demographics, but don’t worry, it’s foolproof).
You see, there’s already fifteen-billion new residential units slated to occupy downtown sky in the next couple of years, and the surrounding areas are developing even faster, snatching potential buyers right out from under the downtown developers. Which is hilarious and awesome! So what probability says is going to happen is that there will be a swarm of incredible condo-speculation that will completely darken the Austin real estate market for the next decade. Money will fly everywhere and nowhere in a blurry haze of confusion, and then suddenly disappear. It will probably end up in Chicago. Burma. Who knows.
Many will lose their shirts, along with their IKEA 2007 catalog of versatile solutions for modern living. The lack of solid, sustainable industry (beyond condo construction and booze peddling) will eventually feed into an already-stalling economy, and then all those who were irreverently sold the counterfeit dreams of Urban Density Living Without A Grocery Store will take to the streets, breaking into parking meters for taco money.
They will have to take the bus all the way to South Lamar to get their tacos from Maria. It will take them at least thirty minutes. An hour, round-trip.
Eventually, all these failed urbanites will be arrested for destruction of public property, and if the pillaging of parking meters has not been made a felony punishable by immediate firing squad, they’ll need a big, solid, probably tall, and definitely dense place to keep them.
You should build that place and sell it to the state. Prisons are ALWAYS dense in design, no matter what the definition might be. It won’t even need windows. I hear windows are expensive to add to buildings anyway.
How dense is THAT?! “Hella-dense” is RIGHT!
After a while, you might consider turning the bottom floor into a dry goods store or something, so that the thousands of other remaining, really-nearby condo-dwellers will have somewhere closer than a forty-minute bus ride which might offer to sell deodorant, rat traps, and Mop-n-glo.
Now that I’ve got the Las Manitas development question licked, I need to refocus on my own ingratiation efforts. Anyone looked into possible development-friendly sub-clauses around Zilker, Barton Springs, Red Bud Island, or the East Lawn of The Capitol?
I’m going to build the biggest fucking Huckabees the world’s ever cried over.
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