Tuesday, November 30, 2010
A terrific -- but hardly typical -- holiday story
In today's New York Times, there was an unusual holiday story. It was about a couple who donated one of their trees to Rockefeller Center.
Actually, I was relieved to read this story. I thought I was the only person who had an emotional attachment to a tree -- only mine was a birch, not an evergreen.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Will the real Lizzie Borden please stand up?
Friday, November 19, 2010
"Casino" in police college
unusual article on thanksgiving time
Sadly, a movieland pot-boiler
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2010/11/ronni-chasen-slaying.html
http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/source-chasen-killing-planned-camera-47151
The murder of Los Angeles-based publicist Ronni Chasen reads like a mystery script; sadly, though, it is the tragic story of a real person.
The coverage is fascinating. The New York Times gives the story a sort of business-angle edge; the LA Times paints it as uber-cop-shop.
This should be the LA Times' story, but it seems like the movie-industry publications are really doing the digging. (Links above)
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Similar Viewpoints by Different Sources in the Guantanamo Acquital story
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/18/nyregion/18ghailani.html?ref=us
Though the news article reports the acquittal of someone accused of a terrorist conspiracy and even expounds upon the intricacies of the case, an underlying theme/viewpoint is established via the commonality in the subject of quotes. This kind of thing establishes coherency and better flow in the story. I personally find it very interesting when I am interviewing two completely different people and they draw almost identical conclusions.
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2.) Judge Kaplan told the jurors they had demonstrated that “American justice can be rendered calmly, deliberately and fairly by ordinary people, people who are not beholden to any government, not even ours.”
“It can be rendered with fidelity to the Constitution,” he added. “You have a right to be proud of your service in this case.”
Descriptive Writing
Once upon a time, the bittermelon was sweet and not frowning. It was a shiny, smooth green of the palest hue, with no creases at all. It was a fruit, not a vegetable. It was served for dessert. It was sweeter than mangoes but less fleshy, and it was lean with character; it did not give in too easily to the teeth. People ate it as they would eat corn, gnawing around and around the elongated green flesh, crunchy and sugary sweet, till it was naked, white and vulnerable-looking; a collection of teeth marks. Thus exposed, it became ashamed of itself. Time and again, it worried that its underbelly, with such a savage imprint, would be seen by human eyes and judged. So it began to flinch each time it came in contact with teeth, any stripping teeth for that matter. And each time it flinched, its smooth skin tightened, creased a bit, like a worried forehead. Then each time it worried, its sweetness diminished and an acrid taste crept in its place. With this shifting flavor came a change in color: it slowly darkened. By the time it turned a deep frowning jade, it was struck out of the dessert list. It had become a bitter vegetable, fallen out of favor with most palates, pushed to the culinary fringe.