Author: nassauweekly

A Horse Walks Into a Bar

A horse walks into a bar. The Bartender says, “Why the long face?”   “Well,” the horse says, “it’s my life.” “What about your life,” the bartender says, “What’s the story?” “That’s just it,” says the horse,  “I don’t have … Read More

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Nass Recommends: Ten “NYRB Classics” Titles

Not one but ten recommendations from the NYRB archives

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Girls (after Jamaica Kincaid’s 1978 “Girl”)

Even if it’s sticky outside, bring a sweater if you’re going to ride the subway at night; your clothes are too tight, change before you leave; your clothes are too loose, they don’t do you any favors; if you’re being … Read More

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Yesterday’s Coffee

“The first time I saw the house for itself—not as the house two doors down, but as the house that could be parent’s—was the estate sale. Here, the relics of a life.”

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Letter from the Editor

One of the least nassholish ideas that I hold dear to myself is that, in the end, we will be delivered. Forces beyond our knowing care for us in ways that our slimy, underdeveloped sensory organs cannot appreciate so frequently. … Read More

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The Second Life of U.S. Steel

A Nass reporter ventures as far as Arkansas to document new developments in the green steel industry

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These Months, Which Have Been Some of the Fastest of My Life: Full Design

After a brief holiday, the Nass is back slinging steel, learning Russian, and falling in love. Find a copy around campus or read the full design online here!

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Trong, Lam, Trump, and Biden: A Vietnamese Student’s Thoughts on the Upcoming Election

A few things Americans might be missing about November’s general election

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Conversations in a Time Warp: Tribute to my Beloved Cafe

Vignettes on an enigmatic Polish woman and the Boston area cafe she runs.

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I agree, a little, sometimes

“I love truth — as I once wrote in my homework). I soon learned to compromise by articulating smaller truths when I couldn’t articulate bigger ones.”

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They could never make a Sofia Coppola robot

Thoughts on filmic solitude from a solitary Nass writer in Portugal

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Attempts to Exhaust Yourself

Exercises in wearing yourself out and–actually–getting some writing done

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