I was a student at Berkeley in the late Reagan years. We had a lot of ideas back then, big dreams about getting famous and destroying the "Beigeocrac… - Mark Ames

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I was a student at Berkeley in the late Reagan years. We had a lot of ideas back then, big dreams about getting famous and destroying the "Beigeocracy" that we thought stifled and controlled American Letters. Everything seemed possible then: world war, literary fame ... Anyway, something Really Big, with us at the center of it all.

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About Mark Ames

Mark Ames (born 3 October 1965) is an American journalist and writer known for his work as an expatriate editor in Russia. He was the founding editor of the satirical biweekly The eXile in Moscow, to which he regularly contributed before he returned to the United States. Ames has also written for the New York Press, The Nation, Playboy, The San Jose Mercury News, Alternet, Птюч Connection, GQ (Russian edition), and is the author of three books.

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