Two years ago today Sasha Chislenko, perhaps my brightest friend, bailed out of life.
He once told me privately – seemingly in jest – that mundane hassles such as office politics and child custody threatened to drive him to suicide. I have long suspected he was frustrated at least as much by failure to get people to participate actively in a number of projects he tried to launch, such as newsfilter and aichess.
But, after writing the above, I found this account of Sasha’s last hour. I wish I had seen it sooner. It has completely derailed what I was trying to write here.
When I got the news, two years ago, it brought me as close to suicide as I’ve ever been. But hell, if it was just the dope, I might almost say I got worked up over nothing.
Now this looks like a hit-piece, which was and is none of my intention. I haven’t posted in the various webbed memorials because what little I can say about Sasha others have said better.