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AGE:
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LAST LOGIN: January 11
LAST LOGIN: January 11
SS Ranto teaches AP Economics, Honors World History, Psychology, and A.P. U.S. History in Northern California and teaches percussion privately.
Publications and presentations include the following.
Throwing Out the Baby with the Bath Water: The Importance of Acknowledging the Biogenetic and Evolutionary Dimensions of Masculinity, Presented at the 24th Annual Meeting of the Popular Culture Association, April, 1994, Chicago
Paradiddle Madness, Drum Instructors Only, V.3, No.1, April 1999
East to West, Drum Instructors Only, V.3, No.4, January 2000
Sound Bites: Book review of Alexander Safran’s Israel in Time and Space, What We’re Reading, Summer 2003, Bureau of Jewish Education Newsletter. Book review of Yehuda Zev Segal’s Chof…
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I grew up in a 1950s-style small suburb next to a wooded town, two miles south of us, called Canyon. Canyon, according to my parents and their friends, displayed all the excesses of the sixties, and we kids were never to go there. Men with ponytails and beards were common, engaged in communal, rural living. These families lived in Appalachian-like poverty or at least rejected middle America’s materialism and suburban comforts. Dark and dense as Muir Woods, this isolated community was spooky a...
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Growing up in my 1950s-style small suburb, there was a wooded town, two miles south of us called Canyon. Canyon, according to my parents and their friends, displayed all the excesses of the sixties, and we kids were never to go there. Men with pony tails and beards were common, engaged in communal, rural living. These families lived in Appalachian-like poverty or at least rejected middle America’s materialism and suburban comforts. Dark and dense as Muir Woods, this isolated community was spo...
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Growing up in my 1950s-style small suburb, there was a wooded town, two miles south of us called Canyon. Canyon, according to my parents and their friends, displayed all the excesses of the sixties, and we kids were never to go there. Men with pony tails and beards were common, engaged in communal, rural living. These families lived in Appalachian-like poverty or at least rejected middle America’s materialism and suburban comforts. Dark and dense as Muir Woods, this isolated community was spo...
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My son William and I ran a race together called the Dipsea, a tortuous, seven-mile climb and descent over a mountain. Running a practice Dipsea a month earlier, I found that the mountain laughs at you. “You thought that incline was hard? Try this one! And you better pay attention to these treacherous tree roots and the poison oak in the valley." Unlike most cross-country contests, though, this race uses handicaps developed from a long history of running performances. William, age thirteen, st...
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The story engages the reader and has the quality of a good horror story--not knowing what is going to happen next. There needs to be more connection between the pieces. What does the operation have to do with the Kafka-like demolition operator, and what does that have to do with the colony's government?
I enjoyed the imagery. I can see the flower of the old plant opening. Perhaps "relax" or "straighten" would be better than uncurl, avoiding the use of two uns in the poem.
The description of adolescent love--the intensity and short duration is expressed well. Perhaps you can add how you changed while pining for him and whether that change doomed the relationship.
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