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Radio Killed the Hockey Star

Flanked by two shaven-headed handlers, Martin Brodeur sat at a rickety wooden table that looked slightly too small to be comfortable in a bookstore that has long since been put out business. Outside the store, devoted fans lined up for yards, standing in concentric loops in an adjacent strip mall, chattering excitedly or fidgeting with their fans’ jerseys—this was before smartphones dulled the pain of waiting on a line.

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Despite Everything

“I had resorted to music to help deal with the hopeless
passivity I had subconsciously nurtured, so it was music that shook me awake.”

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Lost Pieces

“Nails are too long,
can’t remember to cut them
they are colored with everything I hold
like the skin of orange peel—
a citrus flesh that never bleeds”

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Oh the Places You’ll Go!

Go to www.trevorvanmeter.com/flyguy. Click anywhere to start, and you will soon find yourself immersed in the idyllic, monotone world of Fly Guy, a middle-aged balding man whose destiny you hold at your fingertips. The opening shot of Fly Guy’s universe … Read More

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Untitled

As soon as the words strolled
Across the doctor’s lips,
She realized the cold waste –

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Big Hoe III

A virtual take on the illustrious Nass tradition of spending 24 hours in Frist.

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Fleshed Out

Warm Up Drawing – ten minutes “Ten minutes on the egg-timer…and…go!” I barked softly. The carpeted block staged the model’s gangly flesh, her nakedness roosting on fuzzy gray institutional carpeting. Her back was slightly arched, and her breasts quivered over … Read More

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A Glooming Peace this Play

Jed Peterson ’06 has created an epic version of the tragic love story of Romeo and Juliet – so creative and grand that his remains the best Shakespeare performed at Princeton in the past few years and the best play … Read More

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Capri-Sun: Full Design

This week, in the annual Summer Issue, the Nass reflects on nostalgia for the iPhone 6, bends like a blade of grass, and writes poems from a Costco gas station.

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Boston Marriage

Cocksure I stand that this lesbian play has become the first theatrical hit to reach Princeton this school year.
How fine it is to go to the theater and find yourself in a proper Boston living room, replete with pomp and circumstance. But take this turn of the 20th century propriety and subvert it with the sexual lewdness of nowadays; mix in marital deceit and seduction of a young lass by a voluptuous lesbian, and you’ll get the formula for David Mamet’s Boston Marriage, the first play of the Theatre Intime season.

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Nine Hours in McCosh 50

A day in the life of a lecture hall.

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Julia

The first text I sent you said “love me.” I had met you once, and sent it from your roommate’s phone. You were too cool to play it cool.

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