Nassau Weekly

  • Lindner Park

    Lindner Park

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    A reflection on yard signs, people-watching, and living in a swing state during the 2020 election.

  • A Talk with Malkiel

    A Talk with Malkiel

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    JG:  What does it mean to be Dean of the College? DM:  Dean of the College means that I’m responsible for undergraduate education, curriculum, academic advising, academic regulations, the academic standing of the students…

  • Dispatches from the Delta

    Dispatches from the Delta

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    For the last six months, people have been warning me about October. A few weeks after I received my acceptance e-mail from Teach for America, a man from the staff called me to discuss the school where I would teach in the fall.

  • Vigil

    Vigil

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    “I watch what hovers like genie smoke – the grief –/near ancient tombs of white marble with grey veins,/or gravestones on a desert hill,/images that filter vaguely out of the words we use to mourn./Are you awake?”

  • Trumpymandius

    Trumpymandius

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    A poem with some “help” from Percy Shelley

  • It Could Happen Here

    It Could Happen Here

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    How do I explain to my Chilean family that I come from a place where prison statistics, police records, and newspaper headlines all fervently declare that I am not wanted? How do I explain to them what I tell my mother— that I never want to have children, because I know that their skin will…

  • Three Years in the Shadow of Gaza

    Three Years in the Shadow of Gaza

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    The Maher family escaped death, but what does it mean to rebuild what they’ve lost?

  • Nasstrology: Valentine’s Day Edition

    Nasstrology: Valentine’s Day Edition

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    The Nass gives its lovelorn readers guidance for the greeting card industry’s favorite holiday.

  • The Gay Bishop Speaks

    The Gay Bishop Speaks

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    Gene Robinson, the first openly-gay Episcopal bishop, came for a visit a few days ago. He led a service in the Chapel Sunday night, and lectured in McCosh the following afternoon. Posters went up advertising these events. I thought I’d go say hi. It’s a strange thing, meeting the man at the center of a…

  • Purple, Descended

    Purple, Descended

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    We find imagination be the only defense against these leaves, fast cluttering my desk with pages I do not recognize— what beckons me to sleep and dream the silverfish that haunts my basement or looks the sounds of a smile? Each wink, sigh, a moment left to be smelled & touched— too short or long…

  • Dushi Kòrsou (Sweet Curaçao)

    Dushi Kòrsou (Sweet Curaçao)

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    “Sand flew as troupials in the far / field / While the bells of the time had not / spoken”

  • Girl Gone Wild

    Girl Gone Wild

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    What deranged group of people would spend its entire vacation taking a course where the requirements include standing in or near a below-freezing creek for hours, and later learning about ailments that range from entopic pregnancies to patella dislocations to legs impaled by tree branches? Princeton students, that’s who. Thirty-five of them, no less. Admittedly,…