After reexamining my near-two years of motley New Jersey life, I can write with some assurance that my most traumatic Princetonian experience took place in transit, one December at seven-thirty in the company of a bike named Jen. I had … Read More
We at The Nass are in the business of maintaining our cherished readership’s happiness in all walks of life, and with Valentine’s Day a recent but no less traumatic event of the past, we understand how draining (both emotionally and … Read More
So the people on your Christmas/Hanukkah/Winter Solstice Festival list don’t get much out of pants covered with embroidered geese or yet another Overpriced Princeton Memorabilia Item™ from the U-Store. Maybe it’s time to look around for some alternatives – without … Read More
Things I collected during freshman year: friends (best, close, good, former), extracurricular activities, hook-ups, enough books to confidently shelve a small library, a GPA much lower than the one I had in high school, a battered but resilient sense of self-worth, a battered but resilient liver, and maybe some small amount of knowledge. All of this was great, except for one thing: I had no free time whatsoever.
There has already been a great deal of discussion about the USG’s proposed resolution barring the ROTC from campus. But even though debate on the resolution has been tabled until the fall—perhaps because it has been tabled—we should continue to discuss the issues that this rather sudden, and suddenly ended, discourse has raised.
These days you can find a DVD box set for just about any television series you’ve ever loved. And yet, some gems continue to elude us – the long-defunct MTV shows The Head and Buzzkill come to mind.
I have been involved with the Student Bill of Rights from its inception to its present state – and I am proud of this document. I am partly enthused and partly saddened by the controversy over the bill, although it … Read More
“Are you going to the James Baker lecture?” a guy sitting across the table from me recently asked his friends over dinner. “Who’s James Baker?” one of the friends answered. “You know – an important person who went here.” “Oh. … Read More
The films we watch, recorded images in motion, are brought to us by the camera’s privileged eye. The camera is privileged to “be there” when the actual moving bodies do their thing.
It could be a small fold in his shirt, making an indentation that the light can’t reach which could make that one small spot in the lower third of his back stand out just a little purpler than the rest … Read More
