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Game of Chance

About halfway through last August, I had the great pleasure of meeting a current Princeton senior. I have no idea if she remembers meeting me, or frankly if she even knows who I am, but that’s really beside the point. After some opening pleasantries, she asked if I knew where I’d be living. When I said that I was in Mathey, she responded that she had been in Mathey. Then I said I was in Joline.

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On a Fast

My stomach is parched from having just peed into the muddled ground. And it hurts from having nothing to eat, no ring pops, no soda, no sunflower seeds. It’s an empty hole, a cosmic hole— it could collapse now into … Read More

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We Don’t Need No Thought Control

Princeton Atelier creates art for the Frist Digital Display Wall.

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Unstable Connection – Full Design on Issuu

This week, the Nass considers the potential of a virtual first year, traces a musical history, and hears from a student artist.

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Clouds

The crowd at Theatre Intime on the opening night of Clouds was definitely “intime”. The number of people on stage was roughly mirrored by the number of people in the audience, which incidentally consisted of close friends (read: relatives) of … Read More

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Crossword

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Naomi Klein On How the Climate Crisis and the Political Crisis are One

“A key part of her message is to underscore the ability of citizens to act collectively by developing a robust public sphere capable of addressing all of these issues simultaneously.”

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A Friend Called Me Timid

“We talked inside for about an hour. A lot of people we knew who used to be friends were no longer friends. Afterwards, we talked for another hour in the parking lot.”

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Breakout – Full Design

This week, the Nass celebrates Women*s History Month with a series of brilliant, probing, and devastating pieces by and about women* of all kinds.

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Grandiose Gestures

Two dark autumns ago, the Arcade Fire made me believe, all over again, in the all-encompassing power of rock and roll. Those were depressingly political times, and the un-political nature of the record offered me an escape. “Funeral” was a triumphant album about loss and renewal, about picking up the pieces in a cold, wintry world; it made me feel that I wasn’t the only one who was strung out and sad and suddenly and pathetically sober.

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Why Princeton students are like flowers

I went up to a girl who was yelling so loudly and excitedly that I thought I was in an episode of America’s Next Top Model right after the model-hopefuls have found out that they’re going to some foreign country, like Africa or Spain. “What’s the commotion?” I asked as we stood in front of Ivy, half expecting her to tell me that we were all going to Bali together.

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And It Was Love

“On the temple of your ivory bone and porcelain skin / I offered muscle and combustion / Meager morsels, for the moment,”

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