Or rather, your notion of the face in Baudelaire is evasive. Poetry’s stock has fallen; that of the novel, the short story—that of prose—has risen. The New Yorker and The New York Review of Books have run articles addressing the … Read More
Feast your eyes, ears, and nerve tendrils on Volume 32, Issue 1 of the _Nassau Weekly_. The new Editorial Board is thrilled to take the reins of the paper. We hope to forge a connection with our readers not unlike … Read More
I remember perspiring heavily the first time I spoke to him. I had seen him before, tugging at tree branches at two in the morning, lumbering uneasily outside Princeton’s Firestone Library. His eyes had an emptiness that terrified me. He seemed to move as though in a zombified stupor, his arms reaching forward to coil themselves around the nearest prop or pole. His feet seemed to fall behind. I had seen Paul, the Wikipedia Man, inside Firestone before.
So I was cold lounging with my niece in Seattle, just sitting, watching Dora the Explorer and shooting the shit. My niece is nearly a year old, so her opinions are not quite as developed or polished as they could be, but she’s got some thoughts and a taste for the higher things.
It’s coming. You can feel it in the air. The Princeton campus is seething with passion, the combination of sunlight, bikinis and intellectual over-stimulation whipping the undergraduate body into a virtual frenzy…but over what?
Q: What is a solipsist? A: Why are you asking me this? You know what a solipsist is. Q: Well, yes, but this is for the benefit of the readers, some of whom don’t know what solipsism is. A: It … Read More
The two most shameless course titles at Princeton are NES 362 “Blood, Sex, and Oil: The Caucasus,” and FRS 117 “Eye of the Tiger: Reading Buildings.” They blatantly, even desperately, ask for attention.
They call it bumper car diplomacy in international relations–the idea of decisions made not because of an over-arching grand plan, but due to political exigency, the needs of the moment. These days it could seem our lives are practices in … Read More
Remember when you were a kid, and, when you were hungry, you ate, either food that you liked or food that your mom forced you to eat, and, when you weren’t hungry, you didn’t eat?
