Sublime

I thought that I was writing a period piece about the 1980s in America, when a great nation lost its financial mind.

The problem with the police is not that they are fascist pigs but that our country is ruled by majoritarian pigs.

Since 1980, when the victims’ rights movement took off, higher-education spending in California has decreased by 13 percent, while investment in prisons has grown 436 percent; the state now spends far more money on prisons than it does on colleges and universities.

And what did Ross have on his résumé? Two degrees and a series of dead ends.

The executive editor of the most influential literary agency in the US said he could not risk his relationship with the paper, on which he depends for reviews and publicity for his authors. Publishers who are brand names in the industry balked. Even freelance designers and editors refused to work on the book, saying it was not a risk they could aff

Barry was another client of Beth’s (but not a patient of mine), an entrepreneur and executive who had spent his career building a successful business, putting in long hours at work and spending virtually no time on anything else, including his fitness. He took cycling trips occasionally, but that was about it.

I left my car at work, ran to my apartment, did some push-ups, weighed myself, ran six miles around Poughkeepsie, came back home, locked the bedroom door, did more push-ups, said prayers, got in bed, and accepted no matter how much weight I lost, small, smart white boys would always have the power to make big black boys force them into buying our l