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	<title>Bino A. Realuyo</title>
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	<description>Educator, Author, Change Agent</description>
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		<title>No Me Quitte Pas</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Since my father left, I know less and less people from that era.  The oldest is a 91 year old friend from Montclair, with whom I have kept in touch over the years through penned letters and cards.  From her, I recreate a world that is lost now, one full of trust and self sacrifice. ]]></description>
		<link>http://binoarealuyo.com/2011/08/no-me-quitte-pas/</link>
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		<title>myKindle and the Book Experience</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The first book I downloaded was "War of the Worlds," a sci-fi classic I had always wanted to read and whose movie versions where convoluted and polemical. I thought it would be the first perfect reading given the situation's proclivity to the magic of science. My hands didn't look for the edges of paper that they were so accustomed to turn.]]></description>
		<link>http://binoarealuyo.com/2011/04/mykindle-and-the-book-experience/</link>
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		<title>E-books, E-readers, I-phones, and the E-virgins</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Every day now, I see people on the train with E-readers. It is becoming an accessory worth flaunting in public. First, there was the nano, and now that everyone has an I-pod, here comes Nook and Kindle, and all their lesser stepsisters. I am beginning to reconsider my decision not to get one, especially after I found out that my first novel has gone E-book.
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		<link>http://binoarealuyo.com/2011/03/e-books-e-readers-i-phones-and-the-e-virgins/</link>
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		<title>On Work:  &#8220;Tenemos Alegria&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I found the struggle and the dream in the faces of the Mexicans in LA, the target of the emerging American fascism. While the rest of us, many immigrants as well, watch with disengagement in one of four plasma TVs, the horrors of legislative bills against this demographic, they continue to do what they need to survive, work, work despite everything, work at all cost.]]></description>
		<link>http://binoarealuyo.com/2010/09/on-work-tenemos-alegria/</link>
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		<title>Because Jan Brewer is Everywhere</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I live in an all-white-resident building on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.  As the only brown person in my building, I have been mistaken for a delivery boy by newly-hired white doormen (they're all white), and have not been let into the building until the another doorman confirmed that I lived here.   Once they found out that I actually lived here and had no pizza to deliver, they became extremely gracious, as they should be.  ]]></description>
		<link>http://binoarealuyo.com/2010/07/because-jan-brewer-is-everywhere/</link>
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		<title>Equal Opportunity GLEE or Minstrels Circa 2010?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[At first glance, GLEE seems like the dreamboat of the marginalized peoples of good ole USofA.    The cast is as colorful as Carrie's shoe closet in Sex in the City, and certainly makes Carrie's foursome  and whitesome a cast of old Puritannica.   I personally have not seen so much diversity out of the closet in one show.   ]]></description>
		<link>http://binoarealuyo.com/2010/06/equal-opportunity-glee-or-minstrels-circa-2010/</link>
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		<title>Life in a Chinatown Sweatshop</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes my students wouldn’t show up in class.   When they came the Sunday after, they would tell me where they had been:  “Go to Con-necticah,” or “Go to Mas-sachuseh.”   They would take the Chinatown buses to these places, and they would do this on a regular basis.   At the time, my naivete made me wonder why anyone would travel that far to play Mahjong.]]></description>
		<link>http://binoarealuyo.com/2010/05/life-in-a-chinatown-sweatshop/</link>
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		<title>My Wall Street: A Life with Cruella</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Unfortunately, I wouldn't be working for Martha, but for her boss, a golden aged virago with a voice that could rattle a dormant earthquake fault. Let's call her, Cruella de Ville, 80s version, this way I wouldn't have to describe her, because in fact, she looked very much like that cartoon, minus the dogs and the black and white color theme (or you can also age Merryl Streep's character in The Devil Wears Prada and get a good image of this woman).]]></description>
		<link>http://binoarealuyo.com/2010/04/my-wall-street-a-life-with-cruella/</link>
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		<title>Brown in America</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Interestingly enough, in my job interviews, I have been asked about my ethnic background, as if it has any bearing with the job.   As a former Human Rights Commission employee, I know that it is a red flag for discriminatory practices.    I must admit feeling extremely uncomfortable after being asked that, "Where are you from?" question, but I went ahead with the interview with a smile.   Of course, as expected, I never heard from those people again. ]]></description>
		<link>http://binoarealuyo.com/2010/04/brown-in-america/</link>
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		<title>The World According to &#8220;Avatar&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[And so the story continues.  We find out that our dear savages can't save their asses.   Infiltrator-turned-indigenous had to find a way to save them, because he had fallen in love with the Leader's daughter, our extraterrestrial Pocahontas who couldn't find a good mate in her tribe, she had to go for someone that had to be plugged into an electric outlet. ]]></description>
		<link>http://binoarealuyo.com/2010/03/the-world-according-to-avatar/</link>
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