I wanted to enjoy my fleeting feelings of karmic payback, knowing how many toxic loans were closed in these cavernous offices. Instead, I pondered: how many jobs in our altered real estate landscape were lost and gone forever?
An entire generation has been conditioned to believe economics is the fundamental nature of reality. If the Chinese government pulls a Lehman, the next chapter of history will be messy.
In my world, the best way to warm my friends' hearts and homes is through their stomach. And for a foolproof roof raiser, this means one thing: chili.
The Urban Land Institute convenes each November for its annual fall meeting. Much of this year's meeting focused on the impact of the great recession, and, of course, green and sustainability.
Last week the Urban Land Institute and PriceWaterhouseCoopers released their well-regarded annual analysis, Emerging Trends in Real Estate 2010. ...
Almost every African-American knows, is related to, or is acquainted with a Precious Jones or her mother, Mary.
If buyers can't buy, the real estate market stays in a sinkhole. Can't the assholes in Washington understand that they really, really need us to save the market?
When it is easy to make money just by buying a house and waiting, there is not much incentive to look deeper into yourself -- to find out what you were born to give, what your unique talents are.
My foray back into stores after a long, involuntary hiatus was disturbing. The parking spaces and aisles were vacant. I guess, when you lose your house to foreclosure, your closets go too.
This will be a different kind of inflationary cycle. The dollar will decline, but Real estate prices will not be going up because few property owners can raise rents right now.
Originally published on Youthradio.org, the premier source for youth generated news throughout the globe. By: Nate Hadden Before she was old enough...
NYPIRG's Straphangers Campaign joined in a lawsuit this week objecting to the rotten deal that the MTA struck this past June for the rights to build over the Vanderbilt Yards in Brooklyn.
Development. Say that word in Mayor Mick Ireland's Aspen and you're all but doomed to fail.
Yoga studios proliferate. My stereotype of Boulder has had to change. Formerly it was a blonde mom driving a Land Rover and on her cell phone. Now: a 20-something carrying a yoga mat.
Since Labor Day passed, I have felt less like a real estate lawyer and more like a character actor in an awful horror movie.
There's trouble in paradise: in Broadway-Flushing, Queens, McMansions have sprung up, and the hedges, lawns and classic architecture have been replaced by ugly fencing and paved front yards.
New York has a new hero in Jason Haber, who told the Libyan dictator's representatives that he would find them a lavish apartment only if they returned the Lockerbie bomber to Scotland.
A former client sadly related that her home is "worth less than $600,000 and we owe close to $800,000. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't believe what I've lost."
How long before Lower Highland becomes the neighborhood equivalent of a tourist trap where long-time Latino locals can't afford to live?
Jim Cramer may like housing stocks, but if he is betting his ranch on the fact that housing prices will spike again like they did in the early part of this century, he'd better hedge his bets.
Everyone has dreams and desires but usually keep them hidden, back in the recesses of their minds. The lottery question gets those dreams and desires out in the open, on the front burner.
