Nassau Weekly

  • Prisoners Do Not Respond

    Prisoners Do Not Respond

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    I didn’t think much about what it would be like to participate in 7×9 until about thirty seconds before I started my shift. There was a grungy looking twenty-something year old man sitting on the ground, facing the girl I was to replace in what seemed to be an expression of solidarity. The situation would…

  • Opera-Italian

    Opera-Italian

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    “I speak a sort of poetic Italian and German,” I tell people. “I could tell you the word for ‘woman’ or ‘flower’ or ‘moon’ (the classic subjects of opera and art song) but not ask you for the check.”

  • Princeton’s Ten Hottest Freshmen

    Princeton’s Ten Hottest Freshmen

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    What follows is an unranked list of ten of the most beautiful freshmen at Princeton, as chosen by us and based on a survey of approximately four upperclassmen girls.

  • Lightning Can Mean Everything

    Lightning Can Mean Everything

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    There is a stop light in front of Weston Autobody; in evening the autoshop light sears mechanics. Some stand – columns – and hold cars with outstretched fingers. One hangs like a bodied hammock another is a bowed branch. The light colors them into not-yet-shed virgins, discovered about to uncover something known. It is inappropriate…

  • Geography Lesson

    Geography Lesson

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    Before the war, I often perched on the fence of the cow pasture to watch the trains go by. That was well before I was unable to stand the sound of trains. I had nothing else to do besides throwing rocks in the muddled Risle and memorizing geometry and morality lessons until everything mingled irremediably…

  • Epilogue

    Epilogue

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    In August, you were real and unreal.  Lying on the floor in sticky heat, I wrote lines to you in my head, Crossed them out.   As summer slipped I sensed the shape of you in fever dreams. I told my friends it’s like living with a ghost.    Counting the days until October, When…

  • Princeton’s Hottest Clubs

    Princeton’s Hottest Clubs

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    Fresh impressions of Prospect Ave.

  • The Fifth Annual Theatre Intime Freshmen One-Act Festival

    The Fifth Annual Theatre Intime Freshmen One-Act Festival

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    I sat. And I waited. And waited. And waited. And, in doing so, I got concerned for the fifth annual Theatre Intime Freshman One Act Festival. The stage lighting shone too brightly and for too long on a set of clashing oranges and teals in a 1960s home. It was already well past the advertised…

  • Why Imma Do Me

    Why Imma Do Me

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    Homer, homogeny, and the timeless value of individualism

  • Of Cows, Jane Austen, and Nettles

    Of Cows, Jane Austen, and Nettles

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    I was terrified, certain of my imminent and undignified demise – death by stampeding cows – which got me thinking about how I came to be standing atop the scenic, grassy slope that was once the site of Jane Austen’s childhood home and would now play host my unfortunate end. I had come to England…

  • Sick

    Sick

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    This weekend, Terrace had the honor of presenting the one and only Dj Altitude Sickness.   Besides being the new Social Chair, Dj Altitude Sickness is the wonderful and talented Raymond Weitekamp – a sight for sore eyes and a sound for sore feet – and yet obviously someone somewhere in the whole wide world…

  • A Mother’s Love, Lost in Translation

    A Mother’s Love, Lost in Translation

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    When the mother tongue is tucked away to make room for other languages, what becomes of it?