Everyone seems to at least know of John Mangual, especially former residents of Mathey College and current members of Terrace. He has a way of striking up unique conversations, pointing out unusual details of situations, and smiling with a friendly glow.

INTRODUCTION
With the unfortunate rise in popularity of such publication as InTouch, Us Weekly, Star and People, many adolescents hope to become celebrities to get their names strewn across these glossy rags.

Stalking someone is like sucking the marrow out of bones. It is disgusting both to watch and perform.

Radiant, apple-cheeked Zelda Harris was a high school senior when I first met her during Pre-Frosh Weekend 2003. We were standing together awkwardly with Amy Widdowson—Zelda’s host and a friend of mine—on the gray gravel path behind Nassau Hall that gets all murky and disgusting when it ...

St. Paul once wrote, “The letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life.” Rebecca Sealfon ’05 probably would have kicked his ass.

Being an outsider—or at least portraying yourself as one—pays in a Princeton USG presidential race. For the past three presidential elections, the USG Vice President has run and lost to a candidate that promised to be a breath of fresh air in the stale world of Princeton student government.

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.

When I was a freshman in high school, my friend Annunziata invited me to spend President’s Day weekend at her grandmother’s house in Ocean Reef, a vacation spot in Key Largo, Florida.

It was 1.22am and I was talking to a friend of mine on IM while I was typing away at my JP at the same time. Then I got a barrage of IMs which said “Accept Message.”

About six months after my mother died, my father figured it was time that he reengaged with society and start attending the various social functions that he had once pleasured.

When last we left our valiant tourist, he was in a great deal of trouble, and no amount of Ramen would get him out of it. Andrew found that Japan was not the cuddly Pikachu he had once imagined, and was faced with the possibility of a cellmate turning him into his own personal Pokemon.

We stole Professor
Cornel West from Harvard. I
Guess we're not racist.

About ten days ago, the Nassau Weekly’s editor in chief Jacob Savage interviewed (via telephone) Princeton’s most recent wunderkind, Jonathan Safran Foer ’99, author of the critically acclaimed best-seller Everything is Illuminated, and the recently published Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.