In the first issue of Volume 48, the Nass is more back than ever, reading, listening to country music, and getting away from it all.
A Yoga Ashram, Donna Tart’s The Secret History, and Discobitch’s C’est Beau la Bourgeoisie
In high school I once wore my Pitbulls for Obama t-shirt (turned muscle tank) — which depicts three pitbulls, a speech bubble attached to one of them, saying “we don’t need no stinking lipstick”…
Balls Dropped: Full Design
In the first issue of Volume 48, the Nass is more back than ever, reading, listening to country music, and getting away from it all.
Letter from the editor
You can read Hunter S. Thompson’s suicide note if you want but only on Genius Lyrics for some reason and only while 50jitsteppa offers up a studio performance of his track “I Know” in a concurrently playing video. It’s sort of a deep cut for 50jitsteppa and sort of mystifying. I’d like to imagine it’s […]
New Year, New Me / I Was Cutting My Fingernails and Eavesdropping
An essay and a poem grappling with spirituality and the self in the wake of the new year
Sorry About the Air Conditioners Being Off: Townes Van Zandt, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Aesthetic Signatures of Heat
A Nass writer sweats through readings of some outlaw country tunes and a splatter horror classic
A Summer Education in Hawaii
I’m thrilled to be a witness after many uneventful years in suburbia.
Fruit Flies
The end product is a picture with many suns that capture the real in infinitely many instances. Yet it represents nothing of reality.
Of Friendship, Sex, and Bacon
How to conceal, expose, and generally deal with the high stakes of early February