31.8.05

Eigentumsdelikt

Er kam oder sie kam oder sie kamen durchs Fenster. Irgendwann gestern. Als ich abends von einem Konzert heimkomme, ist das Licht an, die Tür auf, die Kamera weg und der Laptop. Mein Ipod, der direkt neben dem Bett steht, ist unberührt. Muss mich das grämen? Gefiehl ihnen mein Musikgeschmack nicht?
Wenn ich Glück habe, zahlt Heathers Versicherung etwas.
Ansonsten erbitte ich Spenden statt Blumen.

26.8.05

Diesmal Blaulicht: Die nächste By-Line

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Off-duty cop kills beating suspect

2nd police shooting in 3 days; 7th in month

By Charles Sheehan and Christian Thiele
Tribune staff reporters

August 26, 2005

An off-duty police officer fatally shot one of three brothers who was beating a man with a bat, tire iron and a wheel lock early Thursday, police said.

It was the second shooting involving an off-duty officer in two days and the seventh person shot by police this month.

People looking down on the fracas from second- and third-floor apartments told police there was a brawl involving as many as eight people with metal tools and bats about 1:15 a.m. in the 3500 block of West Fullerton Avenue.

The tactical officer had just finished a shift and was driving east on Fullerton when he saw three men beating a man on the ground, said police spokesman Pat Camden.

"It was definitely gang-related," Camden said.

The officer stepped from his sport-utility vehicle, identified himself as a police officer and ordered the men to stop, Camden said.

The officer was wearing a Cubs jersey over his uniform, when he held out his badge and yelled, "Police, stop, police," Camden said.

One of the men attacked the officer, striking him in the head with a metal wheel lock, Camden said. The man reached back to swing the lock again when the officer shot him at close range, Camden said.

Witnesses said that the officer fell away from his attacker when he was struck and identified himself again, firing only when the man appeared to reach back to strike again.

Miguel Degante, 27, died from a gunshot wound in the neck, according to the Cook County medical examiner's office. The officer and the beating victim were treated and released, Camden said.

The officer "got out of his vehicle, he had no cell phone, and he stepped into a very dangerous situation because someone else could have been killed," Camden said. "The officer is a hero."

Degante's two brothers, 15- and 29-years-old, fled in a van. They were taken into custody about two blocks away by officers who said the van's windows were broken out, Camden said.

No charges had been filed as of Thursday evening.

Police believe the brothers are members of the Latin Kings and the man being beaten was an Imperial Gangster.

Degante's parents and another brother stood outside the police area headquarters at 5555 W. Grand Ave. Thursday and insisted that no one in the family belongs to a gang. Horatio Degante, 26, said he received a call from his older brother who was screaming, "The police shot my brother."

Miguel's father, Pedro, went to the hospital and police station.

"Nobody would tell me anything," he said. "We tried to get help from the Mexican Consulate, but they told us we had to talk to the police."

Miguel Degante had a wife, a 4-year-old daughter and an infant son, Pedro Degante said.

People living in the area said different gangs operate on each side of the avenue, but clashes are rare along Fullerton.

Police said there have been gangs in the area for years.

In 1976, an off-duty officer stepped from his car to intervene in a gang fight just yards from where Degante was killed. Officer Terrence Luftus was shot in the head and died two days later.

Wednesday's incident is among several involving police this month and the second this week. There is sometimes a spike in the number of shootings and then long stretches without any, Bayless said.

An off-duty police officer getting a haircut Tuesday in a South Side barbershop foiled a robbery attempt by a man who entered the shop with a snub-nose, .38-caliber revolver, police said. The alleged robber was shot in the arm and arrested by the officer, whose weapon was hidden under the barber's cape.

Two officers on Friday shot a man who allegedly was pointing a gun at them at 70th Street and Stony Island Avenue.

Two detectives and a plainclothes officer shot and killed a 25-year-old man on Aug. 8 when he brandished a gun, they said.

On Aug. 6, an off-duty officer shot a 19-year-old man who allegedly pointed a fake gun at him while trying to break into a car in the 7700 block of South Keating Avenue, police said.

Police shot a 19-year-old man on Chicago's West Side three days earlier after he fled from officers and then pointed a gun at them, police said.

A preliminary review of all police shootings earlier this month found that officers followed protocol, said police spokesman David Bayless. Results from the most recent shootings have not been released.

While the Office of Professional Standards could not immediately provide figures, Camden said there has been no discernible rise in the number of people shot by police this year compared with last.

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25.8.05

Da hat man mehr vom Tag

Klar, sag ich Ken, dem Anwalt, sieben Uhr früh geht in Ordnung für unser Interview.
Logo, gebongt, 11.30 ist auch meine Mittagessenszeit, sag ich zu Jim, dem Reportagechef.
Keine Sorge, beruhige ich Mike, den Photographen, halb acht ist nicht zu spät fürs Dinner, da hab ich noch nicht gegessen.
Zumindest das arbeitende Chicago steht mit dem Hahn auf und geht mit den Hühnern zu Bett. Starbuck´s öffnet hier um fünf, viele Restaurants schließen gegen zehn. Für die After-Work-Drinks kommt um halb elf die Rechnung. Und am nächsten Tag erzählt man sich, wie wild man doch gestern gefeiert hat.
Ist halt eine Stadt, wo man noch richtig arbeitet für sein Geld und nicht so´n Bohème-Spot. Schadet einem ja auch nichts, hat man mehr vom Tag und kommt abends zum Lesen.

21.8.05

Die nächste By-Line - wer findet den Fehler?

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ROCK 'N' ROLL REFLECTIONS

Ein, zwei, drei, vier!

German rockers turn to their own language

By Christian Thiele, freelance writer from Berlin, is the Arthur F. Burns Fellow at the Tribune

August 21, 2005

It must have been somewhere around 1985--at the age when my thinking centered around questions like how to get rid of my braces, how to kiss a girl without hurting her with my braces or how to not hurt myself when kissing a girl with braces--when I bought my first pop music tape: "Forever Young" by Alphaville, a band from near Cologne, Germany.

This is so '80s, I think when I listen to it today, but I loved it at the time.

In high school, my English skills were below average until I started buying German pop music. Then, my English grades went north because most German bands' lyrics were in English.

And it seemed rightly so. Who was Germany? We had good soccer players and we made fancy cars. But we were a divided country protected by the Americans, a political dwarf burdened by the guilt of having slaughtered 6 million Jews in the Holocaust and of having started two world wars. So why care to sing in German?

Maybe that's why Germans used to travel so much: to get away from that burden. When I traveled and met Germans, which was practically everywhere, I would do anything to avoid being recognized as German. Alphaville was symptomatic of that attitude.

But that's no longer true.

"Das Spiel" ("The Game") is this year's summer hit in Germany--a sweet little tune about what a man thinks about what a girl thinks about him. Last year, everybody hummed "Symphonie"; the year before it was "Guten Tag." And the lyrics are all in my mother's tongue. German popular music is finally losing its braces.

Sure, my friends in Berlin do love Moby; Robbie Williams concerts still sell out in Hamburg; and at Munich's Oktoberfest, the Bavarian brass bands will go on playing Shakira between their hoooomptahhtahhs. But German pop is the thing to listen to.

Bands like Juli, Silbermond (Silver Moon), 2Raumwohnung (an East German expression for "2-Room Apartment") and especially Wir Sind Helden (We Are Heroes) sell their CDs like, well, like freshly baked rolls, as we say in Germany.

Is it just a fashion that will fade with the next trend? Or is it here to stay?

I think it's a long-term change, and a deep one. I believe, though, that the bloom of homegrown pop reflects that my fellow young Germans and I are at last coming to terms with our country, with our collective identity.

Take the TV broadcasts of the Nationalmannschaft team's soccer matches: A few years ago, it would have been just unthinkable to put on the national team's black, red and yellow jerseys for a match. Today you see scores of them and even some national flags along "Casting Alley," the nickname of one of Berlin's most fashionable streets.

And look at the cuisine. Besides all the Italian trattorias and the sushi places, we have started rediscovering our national cuisine. While reporting a story, I once rode around Hamburg in a stretch limo with a local rap musician in his cool white Adidas suit. And where did he take me? To the Rathauskeller, a place as traditionally German as sauerkraut.

So what has changed? The world, to begin with. There is no Berlin Wall anymore. The country is reunited and as such is the largest in Europe.

The capital also has changed. In 1999, the government moved from Bonn--a village where the rail-crossing gates were down most of the time--to Berlin, which, with its ridiculously low rents, has become a cool place to live. Foreigners adore this city, even if its architecture is rather half-hearted compared to Chicago's. And I must say that I show them around with a certain sense of fanfare.

Politics has changed as well. Like many Germans, I had known only Helmut Kohl as federal chancellor. Throughout the '80s and most of the '90s, the fat, stubborn man with a heavy southwestern accent would always have a Hammond organ man playing grandfather's tunes at his party conventions--not exactly the kind of figure whose posters I would hang on a wall.

But then in 1998 came Gerhard Schroeder's red-green coalition. Schroeder, a one-time socialist lawyer known to be a soccer addict, became chancellor. Wow! And he picked Joschka Fischer as his foreign minister, a former taxi driver. Fischer, the back-yard rebel who had thrown stones at police during the '68 riots that were so important in facing our grandfathers' Nazi past, would represent Germany to the world.

Feeling awkward in his huge but cool new Chancellery (Germany's version of the White House), Schroeder would often invite young filmmakers, writers or painters over to the auditorium, serve sausages and salad and sit on the stairs to chat. Schroeder's Cabinet also made Germany more gay-friendly, more open to immigrants. Suddenly I felt German politics was in sync with my generation's lifestyles and ideas, and no longer concocted on another planet.

During an autograph session a few years ago, Schroeder was taped while saying to one of his aides, "Just get me anotha' beer." Pop culture latched on to this snippet, and the phrase was actually turned into a hit song.

Is this melding of culture, music and politics some over-the-top nationalism? Is it a hidden sign of new assertiveness? Should the new wave of German pop scare the world? Not really.

Just listen, for example, to "Die Traegheit" ("Laziness") by Annett Louisan: It's a sweet tune about the passing of a dull day, light as a feather. It catches today's feeling in Berlin. Or tune in to Nylon's retro-electro covers of Marlene Dietrich or Carole King tracks. You might worry about whether your iPod battery will run out. But that's pretty much as bad as it gets.

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In Germany, German is in

Some popular German albums that embrace their native language:

- Annett Louisan " Boheme"

- Silbermond "Verschwende Deine Zeit"

- Wir Sind Helden "Die Reklamation"

Chicago Tribune

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Indischer Nationalfeiertag


Parade auf der Devon Avenue zum indischen Nationalfeiertag. Letzte Woche waren die Pakistanis dran, eine Straße weiter. Die sind nationalistischer gewesen, sagt Fenell. Aber vielleicht auch, weil sie weniger sind. Heute jedenfalls sind die Straßen voller Frauen mit Saris und roten Punkten auf der Stirn. Dann ziehen die Wagen vorbei, so ähnlich wie bei der Love Parade, nur kleiner. Auf einer Tribüne haben sich die Honoratioren der indischen Community versammelt, darunter ein Bollywood-Star.
Den Namen kann ich nicht verstehen, dafür ist die Anlage zu schlecht. Aber alle finden die Frau wunderschön. Alle paar Minuten darf sie unter großem Gekreische sagen, wie toll sie es findet hier zu sein. Man merkt, dass sie Angst hat, ins Schwitzen zu kommen, das könnte ihre Schmincke versauen.
Es wird Werbung gemacht für: einen demokratischen Sheriff-Kandidaten; die Dehli-Chicago-Direktverbindung von American Airlines; einen indischen Sitz im Weltsicherheitsrat. Bonbons dürfen nicht vom Wagen geschmissen werden, das findet die Polizei zu gefährlich. Bonbons dürfen nur verteilt werden, da hilft die Polizei dann auch.
Danach großes Barbecue im Park. Ein paar Jungs haben sich die indische Flagge in die Windschutzscheibe ihrer Autos gehängt und fahren damit hupend durch die Straßen.

18.8.05

Lou Marini at Green Mill


Lou Marini at Green Mill
Von cthiele73.

"My name´s Marini - like ´Martini´, just trop the ´t´..."

16.8.05

Skyline im Spiegel

Sunday in Wicker Park

11.8.05

Die erste By-Line

James C. Mastandrea
1927-2005
Magazine lithographer
For James C. Mastandrea, work wasn't just about paychecks; `He was a crafter and he loved this job,' his wife said
By Christian Thiele
Tribune staff reporter
Published August 11, 2005
With a father in the printing business, it was only natural that James C. Mastandrea would discover his own passion for the craft.After serving in the military and attending a few semesters of college, he began to learn lithography in an apprenticeship at the Collins, Miller & Hutchings printing company in Chicago. The company was in trouble and finally went out of business, but Mr. Mastandrea had already found a better job and moved on to Regensteiner Printing Co. in Chicago, where he stayed until his retirement in 1987 at 60. Handling pictures for Time and Newsweek magazines, he made sure the photos were crisp and in the authentic colors.
Work, however, was more than about paychecks: "He was a crafter and he loved this job. He worked many hours of overtime. He had really found his niche," said his wife, Patricia.Mr. Mastandrea, 78, died of complications from a spinal cord abscess Monday, Aug. 8, in his home in Coloma, Mich.
Born and raised in Chicago, he graduated from Austin High School and enlisted in the Army Air Forces. After serving in Alabama and Colorado, he enrolled at the University of Michigan and DePaul University under the GI Bill. He studied a bit of accounting, "but he wasn't really interested in that," his wife said.
She met him at work, at Corn Products in Chicago, where Mr. Mastandrea would deliver mail around the building. At the company's Christmas party in 1950, he asked her for a dance, and she fell for him. In June 1951, they married.
After their two daughters were born, the Mastandreas moved into their first house in 1956, close to Midway Airport. They stayed there for 14 years and then moved to Bolingbrook. Summer vacations were spent at Paw Paw Lake in Coloma."We always said that when we retire, we'll go there--and finally, the dream became true," said his wife. In 1988, they moved to Coloma. After his twin brother, Robert, died in 1987, Mr. Mastandrea decided to retire early. "He wanted to take profit from his life," she said.
Softball, baseball, water skiing--Mr. Mastandrea was a man of activity. And he shared it with his children, teaching them to throw a ball and water ski.Mr. Mastandrea also was passionate about hunting. Although he hadn't fired a shot in nine years, he joined his friends each fall."He would always come out with the boys, just for the camaraderie," said Phillip Koser, a decades-old friend from work. With 12 friends from the printing business and from high school, they had formed a hunting club.
Family and friends remember Mr. Mastandrea as a feisty fellow: "He was a lively guy," said Koser. But also reliable: "When he gave you his word, he kept it," his wife said.
Other survivors include a sister, Phyllis Trojan; a son, Jim; two daughters, Janet Farley and Karen Zdenahlik; eight grandchildren and one great-granddaughter.
Visitation will be from 4 to 9 p.m. Thursday at Starks & Menchinger Family Funeral Home, 2650 Niles Rd., St. Joseph, Mich. Mass will be said at 10.30 a.m. Friday at St. Joseph Catholic Church, 211 Church St. in St. Joseph.
Copyright © 2005, Chicago Tribune

10.8.05

Wie im Schützengraben


... komme ich mir in meinem Cubicle vor: Eine Art Sitzstall - zum Laufen ist es zu klein -, in dem Platz ist für einen Schreibtisch, einen Computer, ein Telefon - und, wie man sieht, ne gaaaaaanze Menge Notizblöcke und Briefkuverts. Vorne, vornelinks, links, hintenlinks und hinter mir sind andere Cubicles. Da haben dann Andere ihre Schreibtische, Computer, Telefone, Notizblöcke. So prächtig der neogotische Tribune Tower ist, so tief die Teppiche in den Chefetagen sind - so spärlich der Newsroom. Im Vergleich dazu war mein letztes "Großraumbüro" bei der FTD der reinste Platzporno! Aber es geht, und es geht gut, die Leute hier sind sehr eng in Kontakt miteinander, rufen sich Telefonnummern und Namen über die Cubicles hinweg zu, man arbeitet zusammen.
Überhaupt ist es schon ziemlich geil, als Journalist in den USA zu arbeiten: Du rufst irgendwo an, schickst irgendwem eine Mail - und eine halbe Stunde später wird Dir geantwortet. Der Journalist, so scheint es, hat hier grundsätzlich einen berechtigten Anspruch auf Auskunft, dem jeder nachzukommen versucht. Dann hat der Amerikaner ein nicht kleines Mitteilungsbedürfnis, jeder erzählt Dir seine Geschichte - selbst wenn er das Land nicht kennt, aus dem Du kommst. Mir kommt die Recherche hier jedenfalls ziemlich leicht vor.
Damit die Daheimgebliebenen sich nicht ganz blöd vorkommen: Toll ist auch nicht alles. Dieses ständige "Oh, so good to meet you, let's have lunch", auf das dann nichts folgt, nervt. James, der mir von sich anbot, ich könne ihm bei der Recherche zu einer Army-Geschichte helfen und die Geschichte dann doch allein ins Blatt brachte, nervt. Ja, klar, so was weiß man vorher, darauf kann man sich einstellen - und trotzdem nervts.

8.8.05

Steifer Nacken

Bis vor kurzem war eine Kuh schuld daran, dass Chicago das Mekka der modernen Architektur ist. Sie soll 1871 eine Lampe umgestoßen haben, die eine Scheune in Brand setzte, die die ganze Stadt in Feuer setzte, die danach wieder aufgebaut werden musste... Jetzt hat man die Kuh freigesprochen, aber die Architektur ist immer noch gigantisch. Ein Steifnacken ist daher das häufigste Touristenleiden in Chicago. Geht mir auch so. Wer die Bauerei in Berlin toll findet und den Potsdamer Platz beeindruckend, der wird in Chicago sehr, sehr schnell sehr, sehr stumm. Vor allem: Das Leben in der Stadt hält die Versprechen, die ihre Bauten machen. Es planschen Horden kleiner Kinder durch den Brunnen vor Gehrys Millenium Park; es hängen die Studis auch am Sonntag in der Aula von Rem Kohlhaas herum (Illinois Institute for Technology); es ziehen die shoppingsüchtigen Touristen durch die Geschäfte und die amüsierwilligen Einheimischen durch die Bars in Downtown - dabei sind doch die meisten US-Städte im Zentrum nur zu Business hours belebt.
Ja, die Fotos sind alle von mir! Nein, ganz ohne Liften ging's nicht, hab ein bisschen gephotoshopt (von hier aus Dank nach San Jose, Fabians Blog inspiriert doch sehr)!
Hab mir am Wochenende einen Sack voll Sonne gegönnt - sorry, Deutschland. Und außerdem gerade meine erste Geschichte an die Weltwoche verkauft - jippieh!

Skyline incl. Hancock Tower

Gonnella & Sears Tower

Gold Coast Art Fair

2.8.05

Whow!

Der Weg zur Arbeit war nicht weit - und mit so einer Aussicht kommt man gerne im Buero an. So sieht es vor der Eingangstuer der Chicago Tribune aus, direkt auf der Michigan Avenue gelegen, gegenueber der Wrigley Tower.

Nach 10 Minuten hatte ich meine Zugangskarte, mein E-Mail-Account, meinen Anrufbeantworter, mein Leihfahrrad - besser als die "Trib" kann einen keiner empfangen!

Sheila fuehrte mich an der Galerie mit den Plaketten aller Pulitzerpreistraeger vorbei - da hat man ein Stueck zu gehen! Ich werde im August bei "Metro" arbeiten, der ueppig bestueckten Lokalredaktion, und im September bei "Tempo", der Reportagen-Lifestyle-Ratgeber-Verbraucherredaktion. Auf der Vorstellungsrunde prasselten Dutzende (Vor-)Namen auf mich ein - mal schaun, ob ich mir den einen oder anderen merken kann...

Die Tribune Group ist einer der grossen Medienkonzerne in den USA, ihr gehoeren u.a. die LA Times, sowie einige spanischsprachige Zeitungen, dazu kommen TV-Sender in New York, Atlanta, New Orleans - und die "Cubs", das lokale Baseballteam (seit fast 100 Jahren keine World Series mehr gewonnen und trotzdem riesigen Fan-Support...). Die "Trib" ist die Cashkuh des Konzerns, eine der wenigen US-Zeitungen mit eigenen Auslandskorrespondenten. Gestern war Seite-1-Aufmacher eine Geschichte ueber die Kluft zwischen Arm und Reich an den Schulen in Illinois. Fuer die heutige Ausgabe ging ich um 4 in die Seite-1-Konferenz. Alle Ressorts trugen ihre Favoriten vor, dann wurde ueber die Titelgeschichten abgestimmt - gewonnen hat der Dopingskandal um einen Baseballer knapp vor Bolton (Bushs neuer Uno-Rambo).

Aussicht vom Nachhauseweg

Rothschild Liquors