It’s time for Fort Lauderdale to cancel Marina Lofts

It’s been nearly two weeks since Asi Cymbal backed out of an opportunity to face Chris Brennan. By now you know the story- Rain Tree, Florida Fidelity video, Water Taxi, a marine job threatened and lost- it’s been broadcast far and wide and has gained national attention, and rightly so.

Our own Sun-Sentinel has even covered it a few times, first in a rambling, incoherent angle discussing what may or may not be considered ‘protected speech,’ which was then bent out of context to fit nicely into their Money section and sit atop an article about how formerly unoccupied developments are slowly attracting tenants in West Palm Beach, which in and of itself raises questions about who is pulling strings.

That article ran in several versions with two different bylines, Jim Saunders and  Brittney Wallman, leaving anyone who read it wondering, “what are they talking about?’ and ‘what does this have to do with a rain tree and over-development in Fort Lauderdale?”

Precisely. Whomever wrote the article, it’s clear they missed the point entirely and instead gave what seemed a very long term paper report full of speculative legal-speak punctuated with mere bits of the real issue and really made no valid points or reported anything at all. Michael Mayo of the Sentinel did a much better job capturing the essence of this issue and highlighting Brennan’s integrity regarding an issue he believes in and the dangers of speaking out.

In any case, the Slantinel, was just one media source to cover it and since then it’s lit up like wildfire around the globe and the heat is intensifying.

What you maybe didn’t know, however, is that on March 7th, a mere 12 days ago, there was a Marina Advisory Committee meeting during which a presentation was scheduled to be given by one Mr. Asi Cymbal to thump his Marina Lofts project to the board whose mission is:

‘…. dedicated to create and maintain a safe and enjoyable recreational boating environment in Broward County for all residents and visitors. Additionally, the Marine Advisory Committee is committed to providing the Broward County Board of County Commissioners with the best possible information, recommendations and advice relating to all marine- and recreational boating-related matters in Broward County.’

Cymbal cancelled at the last minute, which Brennan and several colleagues were dismayed to discover; it would have been a fine opportunity to hear his proposal and gauge his intent for the city and its’ potential impact on the marine industry that sits in the heart of his proposed development, having already cost it one maritime job.

What are we to think of this last-minute no-show? Is Cymbal rethinking his approach due to all the media attention? Does he think the Marina Advisory meeting is just a formality and thus unnecessary? Is it a blatant disregard for the entity that is committed to preserving the marine integrity in Fort Lauderdale? Is he withdrawing his project?  Was he worried that he would be called out on the sorry state of disrepair that the marine cites he has been landlord of for several years now and that he would have to answer for his negligence of quality marine safety and standards thus far? Or did he catch wind that Brennan would be in attendance and feared a face-to-face confrontation with the man he forced into unemployment?

Cymbal has put out a desperate spin to save face in the media claiming he was unaware that the Water Taxi would fire Brennan over the video but he did admit to making the call to Brennan’s employers, his own tenants, and giving them the directive “Deal with it.”

Now we’ve all seen enough goon movies to know that when a person in a position of authority who wields some power over a subject, as is the case here with Cymbal, the landlord, holding the power to disrupt or cause to relocate the entire Water Taxi fleet (unspoken, perhaps but true), that when words such as ‘Deal with it‘ hang in the air, a certain ominousness surrounds them, a nd is a clear verbal flex of muscle; perhaps a veiled threat, but a threat nonetheless. If not “Fire Brennan or else,”  what was Cymbal’s exact intent when he dropped his ‘deal with it’ line on the Water Taxi officials? His spin doctors failed to say.

But is raises the question what consequences, besides firing Brennan, could Cymbal reasonably believe  the Water Taxi could mete out to an otherwise unblemished, long-term employee? A bribe? Brennan wouldn’t take it and he wouldn’t back down. Brennan’s video didn’t do anything to directly effect the Water Taxi in any way and the Water Taxi owner knew it the first time they defended Brennan’s right to his personal views at Cymbal’s first contact.

The effect was indirect and would come after. The only way the video could effect the Water Taxi at all {besides, of course the positive impact of free advertising that Brennan brings via Tim Dorsey’s mention of him} is if they didn’t heed the directive to ‘deal with it’ their landlord handed down and thus would feel some unspoken consequence. Either Cymbal meant ‘fire him’ or he meant something worse.

And who is Asi Cymbal, anyway? What is Cymbal Development, for that matter? What have they actually done in other cities? In our own? Well, nothing, really. He’s a real-estate ‘packager’, a concepts dealer with no real credits other than duping cities into thinking these projects will be beneficial to their communities with a website full of accolades of Cymbal’s alleged concern for the communities he builds in, laced with flagrant pandering to his ‘investors’ and the millions he claims to have made them. Here is what his projects look like in real life:

How does this empty lot benefit Fort Lauderdale?

How does this empty lot benefit Fort Lauderdale?

cymbal empty lot 1

Or this one?

Asi Cymbal may be the face of this Marina Lofts project but his company is really just the public puppet. Cymbal’s office sits atop a Noodles Panini; a boutique, a mere consultant who masks the real businesses behind the curtain. He’s the Number Two guy. So who does Number Two work for? Where does the money come from?

Why do lots Cymbal owns still sit empty, untouched, withering?

These questions and more are ones you have a chance to ask the Mayor tonight. This commission meeting is a chance to speak out.

Save the Tree! Support the integrity of free speech! Attend and let your voice be heard! Fort Lauderdale will not let dirty developers bully us, our citizens or our natural preserves!

Save the Tree! Support the integrity of free speech! Attend and let your voice be heard! Fort Lauderdale will not let dirty developers bully us, our citizens or our natural preserves!

The very viral nature of Brennan’s message seems to have Cymbal running scared, as his pack of supporters spreads far and wide. Did you know the Pakistani news picked it up?  And yes, Mr. Cymbal, the folks who comprise this massive (and sexy) entourage are people with a real sense of community who’d like to see it preserved, and not encircled in chain link fencing to rot like an empty corpse, or worse, plow down a national treasure to be sky-scraped and sit unoccupied like the thousands of other concrete holes in Fort Lauderdale, yet another blight on the city where once there was beauty.

Worse for you, Cymbal, these are the same people who are rankled by the tactics you’ve employed to silence an individual with an opinion contrary to your design and the sham it seems your business really is. These are not people who take kindly to being lied to or mislead and once your sham and true intent are revealed, much like the worst kind of virus, these same people of good moral fiber will band together in common cause to chase you and your empty stores out of our city, returning again and again to burn you in the same place and spread without warning, and it seems you, Mr. Cymbal have not given them one common cause, but two. Can you feel that tingle? That’s a media virus and you’ve caught it.

This whole thing stinks, and I believe Asi Cymbal has been trying to play us all for fools and only cares about churning big money for his select investors. Now we’re onto him and the truth is coming out. Not everyone wants your Marina Lofts project, Mr. Cymbal, now that we see what you’re about and not even before. You play dirty, mislead our commissions with your smoke and mirrors and fancy artful renderings. Fort Lauderdale doesn’t want you, doesn’t want what you bring and certainly does not support your lack of ethic and moral fiber.

I believe Asi Cymbal’s Marina Lofts project is crumbling around him and Chris Brennan’s momentum has him running scared. I believe Cymbal  should pull up stakes and head out of this town, that the rain tree should be saved and that freedom of speech should be championed by the citizens of Fort Lauderdale, for Chris Brennan’s sake and our own, and that it should come above all, but who cares what I think? Tell the Mayor what you think tonight.

Wayward Souls Beware

{This one’s dedicated to Christopher Brennan. Don’t forget your sword tomorrow.} 

 

Wayward souls with wayward hearts

I wonder where they get their starts.

Is it in the womb where deceit takes seed

And makes the soul succumb to greed?

 

Or is it later with chums in school

Where they learn this ugly tool-

To twist and lie and deny the facts

While other liars `get their backs’?

 

Or when in business, they rise to power-

Is it this that makes them sour?

Their handshakes empty, their motives stacked,

Is it with the Devil they make their pact?

 

Wayward ones with wayward souls-

You know these ones who abuse their roles.

It’s in this moment, the here, the now

In which they plunder and disavow.

 

Honest souls of honest heart,

It’s left to you to stand apart-

To rise above and lead the pack-

It’s those with honor who’ve got your back.

 

Wayward souls with wayward deeds

In your plots you’ll n’er succeed.

For Honest souls who’ve goodness within

Will, with swords of truth reveal your sin.

 

Copyright- 2008

 

Developer plays dirty, gets Chris Brennan fired

You’ll recall from a previous segment that Chris Brennan, Florida native son and environmental activist, made a video to raise awareness about a proposed development project called Marina Lofts being considered for construction along the New River that intends to displace and likely kill the massive and protected, nearly 100-year-old rain tree that is the oldest of its kind in North America and stands on the property at 424 SW 24th avenue in Historic Downtown Fort Lauderdale.

That video has since circulated like wildfire and caught the attention of the developer, himself, Mr. Asi Cymbal, pictured here:

Asi Cymbal

“A real estate developer has a moral obligation to leave its environment better than it found it. It doesn’t take more money to produce a beautiful project. It merely requires sensitivity and thoughtfulness.”

 

 

He’s the chief chip at Cymbal Development who, rather than seek out Chris Brennan personally, did so via his employer, the Fort Lauderdale Water Taxi, to complain about the video. The complaint, however, had little effect as Mr. Brennan’s boss indicated then that what his employees do in their own time was their own business.

Well, as it turns out, Asi Cymbal of Cymbal Development, the very developer trying to push Marina Lofts on Fort Lauderdale, happens to own the property on which the Fort Lauderdale Water Taxi base operates, thus making the Water Taxi his property tenant.

It seems, Mr. Cymbal, displeased with the lack of interest Mr. Brennan’s boss seemed to have in his {Brennan’s} personal activities and with evident concern about the negative impact that the Florida Fidelity video is creating in his development efforts, made a second call to the Water Taxi, flexed his landlord muscle and forced the hand of Bill Walker, Water Taxi owner, to issue an ultimatum to Chris Brennan to back down or be terminated. Mr. Brennan refused the “offer”. Citing a “conflict of interest,” Erik Johnson, Water Taxi G.M. sent this email to his staff on Friday morning last:

Subject: Cymbal Development
Good afternoon all,

 As many of you are aware, the Water Taxi Base facility is owned by real estate developer Cymbal Development who plans to build a residential and commercial complex. The project is still in the planning phases at the city and county level and has a number of steps to go before construction begins.

Part of the project includes moving the rain tree from the empty lot west of our building to the southeast corner of the property. Moving this tree has been a controversial topic, one that Chris Brennan has publicly opposed.

Because Water Taxi is a tenant of Cymbal Development, Chris’ actions are in conflict with the company’s interest, and he was terminated today.

If you have any questions about this development project, please do not hesitate to contact Bill Walker or myself.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

Erik Johnson
General Manager
Water Taxi of Fort Lauderdale
Tel – (954) 467-0008
Fax – (954) 728-8417
Cell – (781) 864-6777
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

 

Chris Brennan will not back down, nor will he be swayed by threats.   (more…)

Oldest Rain Tree in North America under threat from developers

Check out this Florida Fidelity video segment, brought to you by Florida native son and environmental activist, Chris Brennan, to learn about the history of the oldest rain tree in North America and its latest plight.

Also known as the Albizia saman, this massive tree had previously been protected by Broward County but is now under siege to make way for a three-tower, 30-plus storied condo development in Historic Downtown Fort Lauderdale along the New River.

In a colossal effort of glossy pretermission, the developer, Asi Cymbal and designer, Bjarke Ingels, are touting the banner of progress to justify their monstrous Marina Loft project in a city already blighted with a more than 20% foreclosure rate in the downtown area alone, and an overall 17% foreclosure rate across the state, the highest in the country.

The majority of Broward County Commissioners, though it is seated well within their jurisdiction to continue to protect this aged and beautiful natural resource, have instead tucked tail behind Florida’s Home Rule status and its conflicting Dillon’s Rule status to let the city decide what the fate of the rain tree will be. They cite their concern that passing such a resolution to name this tree an historical site would possibly ‘impede future development’. There have been suggestions by developer to simply move the tree. Sure. Did I mention the tree is almost 100 years old?

It’s also interesting to note that this project is thumping ‘sustainability’ as its design mantra and seeks to earn an LEED certification, which stands for Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design and is an internationally recognized green building program.

Yes, you read that correctly; this project is promoting an ecologically sound and green agenda to win favor in the community while it actively seeks to destroy an historic and national treasure in order to be built. Illogical and contrary to the integrity of such a program, indeed.

After watching Brennan’s video, you’ll understand better why attempting to move this tree (more…)

Storms

 

The tempest comes with no warning

with winds that are much too strong

blowing in feelings all too much alarming

turning everything from right to wrong.

 

Trunks bend and branches sway,

leaves fall, clouds roll, and lightning breaks the sky.

Thoughts get muddled and love gets blown away

the knots that once held tight begin to untie.

 

Blood and scars show what once was there

the wings that once carried me are no more

The pain is more than too much to bear

Through time and space I no longer soar.

 

Whether it’s mended once, twice or thrice

like flying too close to the sun

you will always pay the final price

The wax that once held it all, soon be none.

Lavender Skies

Take me to where
there’s fireflies
a place lush and green
with lavender skies

Where sweet-scents of night-blooms
cling to my hair-
as we walk hand in hand
with nary a care

Strolling through dark wood
now, a corn-flower blue night
I dance barefoot in a circle
to the full moons’ delight

You slip strong arms around me-
I soar like a kite
at the taste of your kisses
and the flex of your might

As you lead me slowly
to a clearing of grass
This love of ours fills me
with its form and its mass

We lay in the meadow-
entangled, embraced
as my fingers, in shadow
trace the lines of your face

Our eyes, they speak timeless-
the Fates linked us on high
with a rumble of thunder
and a flash in the sky

Nothing now but cool mist
is moving between us
opposites, we are one-
your Mars to my Venus

With peace as our blanket
First light starts to break
as the sun peeks through treetops
I dream, awake

Sparrows are chirping-
our bed of grass is all dewy
while you sleep, I start counting
all the ways that you move me

My still waters are stirred
by your light and your heat-
with your sharp wit and sweet charm
there’s none who compete

I knew it first
and I’ll know it at last
the time we misspent
Is all in the past

Here we are now-
the way it should be
Me, here for you
and you, finally, for me

You infuse me with strength
and fill the blue of my eye
whenever you lead me
to lavender skies

Sun shining, no matter
or in the rain when it pours
wherever you go
please take me, I’m yours.

 

©Carol Ann Conover –Original Poetry 2008

Dream to Make Believe

I could no longer remember any of my dreams and it irritated me. I learned to lucid dream years ago so I could control myself in my dream world. It seemed like the only thing that I had any control over in my life, but alas it was quickly added to the growing list of things that I could no longer control.
Life is automatic. Everyday the only thing I have to do is pry myself out of bed and on to my feet to make coffee and after that my auto pilot switches on and it’s smooth sailing. Go to school, go to work, do homework, shower, go to bed, then wake up to live the whole routine over again. It is unbearably mundane and now that my dreams are no longer there to get me through the few and far between moments of my life where my mind can wander, it was even worse. I feel lost. I don’t even feel human. I rolled out of bed like usual and stumbled to the coffee machine to begin my day, if I can even call it mine anymore. All I want is something to escape this. (more…)

L is for Love (A Serial Killer Story)

October  31st

The worst of the storm was just beginning. The French Quarter was flooding fast. There were already massive amounts of water pooling in the streets. They knew they needed to leave quickly or the last train would have left. They raided a vacated house with Cal before he set out on his own path. He said he was tired of the costal atmosphere and longed for the cold solidarity of Alaska. Scarlett actually cried when he left again. Viktor took her hand and led her towards the train station. They repacked their things in an alley way two blocks out from the station. They left all clothes they had owned and replaced them with the ones from the home they had raided. One bag of clothes and one bag of tools was all they took. Anything that wasn’t essential to their survival or someone else’s demise was left behind. The wind was gusting and it blew Scarlett’s hair around her face and into Viktor’s.  He got a hint of sweet orange and smiled. Her scent was delicious to him. He took her hand as they boarded the platform. They were the last to arrive to depart. He helped her board the train as he handed their tickets to the conductor.
“Welcome aboard Mr. and Mrs. LeBeau. You’re suite is in the fifth car.” (more…)

L is for Love (A Serial Killer Story)

October 30th

It couldn’t have worked out any better than planned. In fact it seemed like the forces were on their side. Nothing went wrong and everything was better than they could have expected. The storm was getting fierce but it didn’t keep the local partiers away nor did it keep the tourists away. It was less than usual but still plenty. Scarlet was bait and Viktor was the captor. Any overly drunk, unsuspecting scumbag that bit the bait was reeled in. They followed Flow’s rules for victims even though Viktor was still somewhat unwilling. Scarlett’s idea had been to say the least, ideal. Once all the kinks were worked out, Scarlett and Viktor were and unstoppable team. It was nearing four in the morning when they decided to call it quits after one more. They were smoking on the street surveying victims when someone volunteered. They were hanging out at Lafiett’s having a weak drink when it happened. They were seated at a small table right by the street when they first heard the voice. (more…)

L is for Love (A Serial Killer Story)

September 13th

The storm that started that night in August continued at a constant rate with a slight increase in intensity over the first few weeks in September. It had been dry enough all summer that the constant rain had yet to cause any real concern throughout the quarter yet everyone was taking small precautions in case the clouds decided to simply open up and drown them. Scarlett and Viktor were the only ones left around. Evey and Rick were gone, Cal never came back, and there were no traces of anyone they had met through Flow. It was eerily quiet throughout the Quarter. The court of two sisters was hardly ever open because it’s awfully hard to open a mainly patio establishment in the rain, Aunt Tiki’s was closed indefinitely since Dave left and essentially ran the place alone, even the dungeon was a ghost town. No one seemed to want to be out and about. Everyone simply moved throughout their days without incident.
Scarlett and Viktor were getting anxious. (more…)

© who cares what I think
CyberChimps