Nassau Weekly

  • At the Nexus of Almost

    At the Nexus of Almost

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    Running out the clock on a life before 20.

  • What’s the Skinny on Brandy HELLville?

    What’s the Skinny on Brandy HELLville?

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    Ever heard of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Well Brandy Melville in Princeton’s historic Palmer Square has just been visited by something even stranger. A mysterious, pope-like figure appeared to float in the popular teen clothing store. When approached for comment, he claimed to be a reincarnation of Asahara Shoko of the Aum Shinrikyo…

  • Riesling Poem

    Riesling Poem

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    The night is dry & we confuse the bartender by ordering rotwein instead of rose. I’m using royal. I’m halfway through the glass when a 34-year-old man doesn’t ask to strip my skintight pink dress to light the years in him. For the record, now, I’m 19, and just starting to learn fear in the…

  • Minivan

    Minivan

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    tilted, perfectly   the globe sat undisturbed on its axis   the sound of stillness spoke to me   being young was being free?   Babi drove the minivan.   Babi said it was easy   un-split ends   curly hair arranged itself across the glass. chills tossed my wisps into the freckled night. silly…

  • Beyonce Ever After

    Beyonce Ever After

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    From the opening scene of, Life is But a Dream, it’s clear why The Washington Post criticized the documentary for having “no linear narrative…like a hallucinatory advertisement for success.” The recurring interview with Beyoncé takes place in an unnaturally well-lit room, perhaps an artistic representation of the “dream” referred to in the film’s title. She…

  • Poems

    Poems

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    Slug Polaroid ?I.?On a walk through Killarney, I dodge wet loaves.?They would soon stick to sole:?husky bits of polka-dotted licorice,?black pudding gnocchi.??II.?I imagine plasmodial slime mold and black bear cubs?would spawn something like this glossy lump.??III.?At a house near Volx, we drink Pastis:?bananayellowshake with too much ice?melted by the Provençal sun.?It slows, idles us.??IV.?Coral weathered…

  • So You Wanna Hear a Rock and Roll Star

    So You Wanna Hear a Rock and Roll Star

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    “Closing Time” – you know the song. Yes, you do. Even you, snobby hipster scum, know the song. As soon as you hear the midtempo guitar, the chiming piano, the words arise unbidden in your Arcade-Fire-saturated brain. “Closing time, you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here…[power chords]…I know who I want…

  • The Anscombe Debate: Con

    The Anscombe Debate: Con

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    Given the dust of the earth, God created Adam; given my article, you created this. It was with pleasure and confusion that I read your response for the first time: pleasure, for while I must wonder if we will convince no one other than our friends and the others’ enemies, this exchange must represent some…

  • Slanted Perspectives

    Slanted Perspectives

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    “The sliver of sunlight, orange, on your curves / I could trace all day”

  • 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.

  • Latter Genesis

    Latter Genesis

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    “I don’t make that the answer, because, though mine a fraction of yours,/belief still blossoms when it isn’t too cold.”

  • “It’s Just a Sex Thing”: Hookup Culture and the Death of Movement Feminism

    “It’s Just a Sex Thing”: Hookup Culture and the Death of Movement Feminism

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    This Nass writer assembles anecdotes from six Princeton women to answer the question: Where do we go from here?