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		<title>New York Times&#8217; The Rail Bookshelf: Equine ER</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Jul 2010 13:40:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This essay appeared on The Rail, the racing blog of The New York Times, on May 23, 2010. By Leslie Guttman Not too long ago, I lived in the San Francisco Bay Area one block from a busy urban thoroughfare and across the street from a large black dog on Prozac for his depression. My [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Grieving Thief</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Jul 2010 13:34:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[WEKU-FM public radio special &#8220;This We Believe&#8221; &#124; March 2010 By Leslie Guttman The bookstore was warm and cozy. It was packed, maybe because people didn&#8217;t realize the rain had stopped. I was on a lunch break. I got a weird feeling. Someone was looking at me. I looked up. A woman with long black [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The day laborer band</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Mar 2007 22:39:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Paste Magazine&#124; February-March 2006 By Leslie Guttman Los Jornaleros Del Norte, a Los Angeles band of day laborers, sings about life on the other side, where to stand on a US street corner is to be invisible. I first met them in San Francisco on a Saturday night in the Mission District, at a day-laborer [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Dance I Loved: Salsa&#8217;s Siren Song</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 May 2005 23:19:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Washington Post &#124; March 1, 2004 By Leslie Guttman I have been to just about every dance movie ever made, from &#34;Singin&#8217; in the Rain&#34; to &#34;Strictly Ballroom,&#34; and so of course I will go see the new &#34;Dirty Dancing&#34; sequel, &#34;Havana Nights.&#34; But this time, I don&#8217;t really have to see it &#8212; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Summer break without a break</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 May 2005 00:21:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Leslie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The San Francisco Chronicle &#124; August 8, 2004 By Leslie Guttman Maurice Williams, 19, future U.S. congressman if he has it his way, says life is a 24-hour job, and after growing up in two of the Bay Area&#8217;s forgotten neighborhoods, East and West Oakland, he craves a life of success and stability &#8212; and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The High-Tech Nun</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2005 04:06:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Leslie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[San Francisco Chronicle Sunday Magazine &#124; July 20, 2004 By Leslie Guttman The dot-com era is so far behind us that both its lexicon and the memories sound quaint, tiresome and irritating. No one wants to hear about dot-bombs or what Dr. Koop is up to or ponder yet again why in God&#8217;s name we [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A little south out west</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2004 04:14:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Leslie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[San Francisco Chronicle &#124; March 13, 2005 By Leslie Guttman Around the Bay Area, I have noticed quite a bit of nonlocalized y&#8217;alling these days. What I mean by that is people who aren&#8217;t from the South saying things like: &#34;Y&#8217;all ready to go?&#34; &#34;Y&#8217;all stay in touch, OK?&#34; &#34;Y&#8217;all put your hands together now!&#34; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;I miss the entertainment of the streets&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2004 04:26:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Salon &#124; August 8, 2004 By Leslie Guttman The rap competition was held last fall on the south side of the Iron Triangle, a poor, often violent neighborhood in Richmond, near San Francisco. The grass was brown and patchy. The stage was made up of four paint-stained metal folding tables. Three plywood steps covered with [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In search of the perfect clamshell: biodegradable Styrofoam</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Apr 2004 19:23:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Leslie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Salon &#124; March 3, 2004 By Leslie Guttman For environmentalists, few quests would seem to make as much sense as the dream of biodegradable Styrofoam. As Greg Glenn, a USDA scientist who has worked on the problem for years, says, &#34;If you&#8217;re going to have products you only use once, why make them out of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The story of the Sims family: Part I</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2004 19:36:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[San Francisco Chronicle &#124; August 26, 2003 By Leslie Guttman Spoon was a lanky, 17-year-old gang-banger making $800 a day selling drugs at the former Kennedy Manor project in Richmond when he came to the Barbara Alexander Academy. He was full of anger, sullen as a thundercloud. Julia was 15 when she arrived at the [...]]]></description>
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