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The Sartrean Diary of a Cranky Barista

“Perhaps days are too long for me. I must change the scale of memory. I’ll try writing in hours and minutes.”

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Annabelle, By the Pool

Before, she had felt as though of the night as a separate space—a sealed pocket of her life—but now she was reminded that everything that existed around the pool at daytime still stood by at night: the black hardtop of the basketball court, a racquetball wall, and the town Rec Center itself, a building which tomorrow would reveal to be little more than a grey dome without windows.

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The Feminism of a Heeled Converse

Considering the nuances of feminism at an all-girls school.

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Macbook Virtuosos

First it was Guitar Hero. Then came Rock Band. They even had DJ Hero.

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My Friend Mike

I first met Mike a year and a half years ago, in the month following my high school graduation. I was spending the summer in Manhattan and, for the first time in my life, my youth didn’t feel burdensome or constricting; I no longer wanted to be just a little bit older. I was studying Jewish texts during the day, and puzzling out the ancient Hebrew and Aramaic felt intellectually challenging and spiritually exciting in a way that my overcrowded public high school classes never had.

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Two Voices in the Night

And as the yelling continued, it became clear to me that we had done nothing — nothing, that is, except for being female and alone on a Saturday night.

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APIDA Creator List

Academic Texts Mae M. Ngai | Impossible Subjects: Illegal Aliens and the Making of Modern America Gale E. Yee | “She Stood in Tears Among the Alien Corn”: Ruth, the Perpetual Foreigner and Model Minority   Journalism Jiayang Fan | … Read More

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Au

Last night I ingested my mother’s gold in hopes it would bring value to every worthless part of my body   I brought her bangles to my teeth and bit them so hard I drew blood holding them under my tongue … Read More

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Running In Beirut

Wondering about the skeleton of the Holiday Inn in Beirut, and its meaning amidst post-conflict narratives.

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Controversial Covers!

Laid out before you are six covers from Nass history, plucked from our very own archive. Even since our first issue making its introduction in 1979, back when our forefathers had to manually and meticulously craft each issue with a … Read More

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Head & Shoulders

“We agree about everything; our dependence on Nyquil, the tragedy of internalized misogyny, and the exact punctuation to use when texting fuckboys.”

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Re: ReCAP

It is a warehouse like any other,” Fran Johnson tells me. Fran is probably in her late twenties, pudgy-cheeked, buxom, effusive. There is something solid yet soft about her: she stands with her feet shoulder-width apart and volunteers information like a well-stocked jukebox

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