Pi Phi junior: I run to one song, and one song only. “Work, bitch,” by Britney Spears.
Overheard the Thursday before spring break:
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Letter From The Editor
Dear friends, Once, I took a wheel throwing class. I was there for two hours and in all that time I didn’t make anything. I tried my best to mold the clay on the wheel into something that looked nice or, at the very least, would hold up in the kiln, but I walked…
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YéYe’s Razor Clams
Fujianese people are a people of the ocean. After six decades of political turmoil and unprecedented developments, has that changed?
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Once Upon a Time, There Was a Mountain – Pt 1: The Butterfly
‘“Tell me a story,” the little monk piped up. “Ma always told me a story before bed.” The old monk gave him the simplest one he knew, which was also the only one he knew.’
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A Death in Palermo
“We became a little acquainted over spleen sandwiches and arancini bought from street vendors. We ate on a city bench in the Port of Palermo watching the sun sink below the Mediterranean and speedboats return to the shore. Wasn’t this the life?”
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The Fat Weight of Glory
A Nass writer laments this time of year, a time of trying to be better—or, at the very least, different.
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After the End of History, There’s Ireland
A Nass writer parses past from present in Northern Ireland.
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Letter From The Editor
Dear readers, The second piece that I wrote for the Nass was a piece about the summer I spent in Iran visiting my relatives before my freshman year at Princeton. It struck me even then as a country on the edge of disaster; it has now toppled off of the tightrope. The US-Israeli war…
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