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Refusal, Or: Three Cauliflower Ears
In which a Nass writer celebrates the work of prominent surrealist Leonara Carrington.
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Boulder, Colorado
My childhood and adolescence was definitely filled with plenty of winter sports and outdoor activities, and my social and political views have been greatly influenced by the pervasive liberal sentiment. However, this reputation, although in many ways accurate, in no way fully characterizes the Boulder I grew up in. I love my hometown, but I…
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Mixed Feelings, to Music
Bombay bicycle club is one of scores of bands with a slightly ridiculous name that falls loosely into the category of “alternative,” and can be counted on to release albums frequently with subdued critical approval. This group, like its Pitchfork-friendly peers, has a healthy fan-base, instrumental competency, and a distinctive lead vocalist, but falls through…
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Milk from a Stranger
Wherein a Nass writer ruminates on an experience with an alternative dairy product.
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Rebecca Julia Sobel Solomon
The flexibility of the name signifies the countless times I, too, have bent, becoming an altered version of myself that only barely resembled the original.
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Take Me to Chvrch
The moment I first lent my ears to a band on stage, I fell deeply in love. Live music has always been my route to something more, supplying me with a sense of rapture a sermon or a nature walk could never quite compare to.
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Weezer Invites You to Make Believe
There is good reason to be excited about Dean’s Date. On May 10th, after all the computer cluster bickering ceases and the papers are handed in, you would be well-advised to take a walk to the Record Exchange and pick up Weezer’s fifth album, Make Believe, the band’s third release in four years. As if…
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The Great American Grand Prix
It is 6 p.m. and I’m sitting with hundreds of fellow equine fanatics in a stadium flanked for miles on either side by farmhouses, wooden fence lines and flat, sandy fields speckled with horses. Many around me wear baseball caps to keep the sinking Florida sun out of their faces; a few had the foresight…
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Nobel Nonsense
There are few greater honors for the writer than to meet the King of Sweden. This, of course, comes after one wins the Nobel Prize for Literature, joining the ranks of Sartre, Camus, Beckett, Bellow and Neruda. The King of Sweden. The King of Sweden. On October 7, Joyce Carol Oates went to sleep, and…
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Seeking Out the Greats
Princeton University is a warped, funhouse mirror image of Hollywood, where the oldest and least attractive people are the stars and the beautiful children of privilege pay high prices to stand briefly in their presence. Like Princeton, Hollywood is a destination for the ambitious – heroes on a quest to make it big. And Princeton,…
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A View of Reunions from Behind the Scenes
Behind the scenes of Princeton’s annual alumni event, a small number of dedicated student trucking teams work tirelessly to keep Reunions running smoothly. Responsible for driving a fleet of large box trucks, crews of student truckers single-handedly transport all of an assigned reunion site’s daily supplies from the dining halls to the tents and back.…