Archive for May, 2009

The Amazing Candin

Sunday, May 31st, 2009

 

By Brian Chasnoff, San Antonio Express-News, October 30, 2008

By Brian Chasnoff, San Antonio Express-News, October 30, 2008

I dug this one up from the vault for a little levity. OK, so it touches on Armageddon, big deal. 

Wayne Cannon is not your everyday cop.

Sarai’s “Suicide”

Sunday, May 31st, 2009
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By Brian Chasnoff, San Antonio Express-News, May 27, 2009

A 15-year-old girl allegedly hanged herself this month at a state school for the mentally disabled — after at least nine allegations of abuse and neglect over the course of a year.

Another tragic, unsettling event at one of Texas’ 13 residential treatment facilities for people with disabilities.

No Room for K9′s

Saturday, May 23rd, 2009
By Brian Chasnoff, San Antonio Express-News, May 8, 2009

By Brian Chasnoff, San Antonio Express-News, May 8, 2009

Since 2006, city officials have been struggling to satisfy a mayoral mandate to stop the killing of healthy, adoptable animals in San Antonio.

Amid a tumult in leadership at the pound, the department’s policies took a turn that some consider devious: officers there began seriously limiting the number of dogs and cats they accept from citizens and pick up in the field.

This story exposed the new policies.

The Moth

Thursday, May 21st, 2009

The Moth has been fluttering around for more than a decade now — under my radar until a friend Tweeted about it a few weeks ago. (I’m sensing an aerial theme here.)

Anyway: true stories, pure and unfiltered. Check out the podcasts, and enjoy.

Cullen’s Columbine

Monday, May 18th, 2009

In the middle of Dave Cullen‘s recently released 358-page account of the Columbine school schootings, he quotes from anonymous letters discovered in the bedroom of one of the young victims years before the shootings took place.

In the context of the massacre, the significance of the letters is peripheral. Their author is never revealed. Apparently, he or she was a close friend of the victim, Cassie Bernall. The notes were discovered in Cassie’s bedroom about two years before Eric Harris slammed a hand down on a table in Columbine’s library, squatted down for a look underneath and said “Peekaboo” before shooting the girl in the head with a shotgun.

But its content is an illustration of what works best about Cullen’s book: fruits of startling fact plucked from years of painstaking research and a long, cold stare at an adolescent heart of darkness.

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140 Characters and more

Saturday, May 9th, 2009

This is too interesting to ignore. And I’ve never seen someone use Twitter this way.

Dan Baum, a reporter who lost a staff writing position at The New Yorker in 2007, is Tweeting the story of his hiring and firing from the estimable publication. He’s currently at a point in his story when the “heavenly angels burst into song,” i.e. David Remnick calls and offers him a position.

Yes, a job at The New Yorker is still the apex of any reporter’s career, Dan assures us.

But I sense some bad blood, particularly when Baum maintains that the magazine “shows no loyalty to its writers, yet expects full fealty in return.” He also drops advice for writers, echoing Tom Wolfe’s tip to forget that old platitude to “write what you know,” and instead write about what you don’t know, because in that case “you don’t bring any lazy preconceptions.”

It’s noteworthy that Baum is using the notoriously terse platform of Twitter, with its 140 characters or less, to tell a winding narrative. Subversive. Smart.

Blind Alleys, Opened Doors

Monday, May 4th, 2009

“Truth is a pathless land, and you cannot approach it by any path whatsoever.

- Jiddu Krishnamurti: speech in Holland, 8/03/1929

“The cruelest lies are often told in silence.”

- Robert Louis Stevenson: Virginibus Puerisque (1881)

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A dimensionless face peered out from behind a screen door.

“I’m not willing to talk about this,” it said.

I turned away, disappointed. This was the last door in a labyrinth of sorts: a succession of knocks at doors across the city and strangers turning me away or leading me to more doors, more strangers.

I was trying to reconstruct a terrible event I knew only as a full-page article framed inside the employee entrance of the San Antonio Express-News. Every day, I would pass the headline, “Fiesta Horror: Sniper kills 2; 51 injured,” and a photograph of a blood-streaked and terrorized woman.

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