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‘Moscow’ Updates Chekhov, Makes Audiences LOL and Cry in the Club

Halley Feiffer’s Moscow Moscow Moscow Moscow Moscow Moscow opened July 18 at MCC Theater and is scheduled to run through August 3.

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The Purpler

It could be a small fold in his shirt, making an indentation that the light can’t reach which could make that one small spot in the lower third of his back stand out just a little purpler than the rest … Read More

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The Beach: A Brofile

The beach is at once a confusing and wonderful thing to behold. Like a sandbox for man children, the beach is full of all the earthly pleasures one would expect of such a place–one metric ton of white sand, an inflatable treasure chest cooler filled with Coronas, a leafy green palm tree and a speaker from which the country stylings of the Zac Brown Band can regularly be heard.

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Princeton Cemetery: Can You Dig It?

…The gravedigger’s laugh turns to hacking as he takes off his soiled gloves and exposes his hands, which are caked with cemetery earth…

Come closer, come closer (my pretty, my sweet): let me feel your weight on my chest, the rubber soles of your sneakers marking my skin pink. I feel you, lingering, some feet away—hesitant, glancing shyly at this patch of grass, not raising your eyes to the stone that marks it…

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“Art Comes From Art”

Morton Feldman was, it could be fairly said, the twentieth century’s most talkative composer.

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Facial Hair, Don’t Care

While brainstorming what to give up for Lent, my friend Spencer suggested foregoing facial hair. This would probably be an entirely inconsequential Lenten sacrifice for the vast majority of the male population. For a stubborn, barely post-pubescent boy such as myself, however, this is no easy endeavor. For some inscrutable reason, and to the consternation of friends and family, I persist in growing absolutely disgusting facial hair.

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Jazz

We are in assembly. Voices intermingle with deep jazz that drips from speakers stationed all around the house. Something beneath my sternum vibrates silently. The lights are colder than I know you’d prefer.  But I’ve got candles  at home,  with … Read More

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Princeton Student Climate Initiative’s Plan for Action

The stories of people of color are consistently excluded from environmentalist narratives because they require consideration of our environment not in isolation, but as an intersectional struggle with racial and economic justice.

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Avatarotica 2: The Way of Wetter: Full Design

In the final issue of our forty-fourth volume, the Nass interrogates the illusion of control in the beauty ideal, attempts to translate a scandalous conversation, and cracks open the meanings of “fault.”

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Lyssna: A Review

The performance was viscerally compelling. Immersed in evolving harmonies and asymmetrical rhythms, I found myself transported to a space outside the predictable and rigid schedules of junior spring, of deadlines and word counts, into a rustic, sunlit world where patterns existed to be deconstructed and reformed.

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Nass Recommends: Jazz Vespers

Wherein a Nass writer visits a unique service at the Princeton chapel.

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Statuesque

Dear Mr. Eastman, I don’t speak to just anyone. That’s by choice. Most people say really really dumb things. Even when they have the chance to figure out what they’re going to say beforehand. Like on the news. Ms. Fuchsia-blazer … Read More

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