Princeton’s Organ Lenders

A Nass writer reports on the people responsible for the Princeton chapel’s iconic sounds.

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Renassance: Full Design

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This week, the Nass faced death but returned from its sepulcher with new might. Grab a physical issue, or browse through the full design here!

Letter from the Editors

Letter from the Editors

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Dear Reader, We’ll keep this quick. This week, we explore ways of caring – for loved ones, for music, for you, the reader. Our writers investigate the modern dilemma of “chalance” and caring too much, grapple with loss and the … Read More

PRISMS

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A Nass writer reports on the launch of a new Gender and Sexuality Studies journal in the context of a federal crackdown on DEI efforts.

On Chalance

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This Nass writer interrogates the phenomena of “chalance,” and the increasing fear of vulnerability

Falling apart in late december

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“I see an estranged version of myself laughing at dinner, responding to texts, asking questions in conversations. I ask her: How are you acting so normal?”

A Winter’s Loan

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“Hidden deep within his heart, he knew this was not his home, and that the cabin’s true owner would inevitably come in the summer once the flowers were in full-bloom.”

Funky Drinks from my Not Yet Open Café

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A Nass writer recommends new coffee shop concoctions, to spice up your life

Rabbit-hearted, Spring Will Come

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“I wish for nothing more than sunlight and steady dreaming – I promise that one of these days we’ll be barefoot and sundazed.”

The Interview

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A Nass writer interviews Rupert Birkin, a central character of D.H. Lawrence’s novel Women in Love.

GRIEF

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“My grief ties my tongue. It makes me incapable of much more than sitting on a bench outside my dorm and crying, my hand curled around a mini cupcake. In Persian we say delam tangete. My heart is tight in your absence.”

Names for a blackened stove

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Hear it this evening, rusted lace fingers and remnants of dirty flame. It has a    large mouth, though never eyes on that gaping   face. Sings with empty room voices: oil and metal,   dustrag fumes, wood polish shallows. … Read More

Surveillance State: Full Design

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This week the Nass is on the lookout, and there’s nowhere to hide. Grab a print copy somewhere on campus, or check out the full design below!

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