“Regardless of race, Americanness is still in your body. I can’t spot the distinction as well as, say, the Dominican-born jewelry vendor who could tell that my immigrant father was American. But I’ve seen some differences.”
Photographs are unquestionably deemed to be accurate representations of the real; whereas a painting is inherently considered to be a fictive interpretation of its subject, a photograph simply reports its subject as it is. Or does it? How is this … Read More
Two weeks ago, the October 4 issue of the Nassau Weekly ran a cover lamenting the entirely fictional passing of Juergen Habermas. While our last issue intended to remedy what was supposed to be a humorous presentation of our lack … Read More
If you’ve ever sat behind me in a class or glanced at my laptop screen while walking past me in Frist, you may have wondered why there is a band-aid covering my webcam.
A strong cover letter can help your application stand out from a stack of identical resumés, and can give your interviewer more insight into who you really are.
Europe’s “The Final Countdown” has undergone a renaissance in the past seven years. The current wave of enthusiasm over the song began with the 1999 release of The Final Countdown 2000, a CD single featuring original 1986 versions of the … Read More
Dear reader, They say that to be radical is to grasp things by the root. But we’re digging deep, and all we see down here is dinosaur bones, rusty sewage pipes, and clumps of microplastics. We haven’t reached the … Read More
“He wouldn’t have taken it normally, but there was a girl at Lincoln’s shoulder, a fiber science major who kept touching his button-down to inspect the weave, and he couldn’t tell afterwards whether she’d only kissed him because it was 100% cotton.”
I first knew David Hale as a statistic. To the similarly uninitiated, he is the same magnificent number, one that transcends the SAT scores and GPAs and BACs for which lesser Princetonians acquire numerical infamy. A sophomore in Mathey College, David carries an unpretentious and wholly likable air that belies his reputation.
This article began as something simple: write a nice review of Tame Impala’s critically acclaimed sophomore album, Lonerism. But then something struck me.
