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Vines, Pt. 1

“Is it too late to go around asking strangers for tylenol?”

by Mina Quesen on February 21, 2021February 21, 2021

Failed Experiment?

There’s nothing like a good smoothie. When made the right way, a smoothie is at once sweet and sour, liquid and solid, exciting and relaxing.

by Justin Gerald on April 28, 2004March 17, 2013

Photos from the Marché de Rungis in Paris

Meaty Pics

by Alice Maiden on April 16, 2017April 15, 2017

#Nassau #Weekly #NassauWeekly

“We’d love to have you on our team! Don’t think of it as working for the Nass; think of it as letting the Nass work for you.”

by Peter Schmidt on April 9, 2017July 20, 2017

Suckapella

A cappella groups must have come into existence when God banished Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden. In a perfect world, a cappella groups would not exist. I am certain that by expressing myself in this way I … Read More

by John Tamplin on April 20, 2011March 17, 2013

Weight Watcher

“No matter how good my grades are or how well I do in my after-school clubs, I fight with my body.”

by Beth Villaruz on March 7, 2021March 7, 2021

If I Have Been Honest

It has only been for lack of trying anything else.

by Aron Wander on November 14, 2014November 16, 2014

Ambassadors Speak

One policy lecture, in the context of them all.

by Ben Jubas on September 26, 2012March 22, 2013

Girls Just Wanna Have It All

Hannah, Anne Marie, and me.

by Susannah Sharpless on October 3, 2012March 22, 2013

Crossword

10/20 Crossword

by Andrew White on October 20, 2019October 20, 2019

From Fantasy to Reality

It’s the opening game of the 2014 NFL season and I’m at Buffalo Wild Wings with friends. As always for such events, the restaurant is packed. It’s a good mix of Seahawks and Packers jerseys and the pregame atmosphere is already buzzing.

by Steffen Seitz on October 3, 2014October 5, 2014

Naked

Monday evening at ten of seven, I finish my dinner at Rocky dining hall, walk down Witherspoon Street to the Arts Council of Princeton, and make my way to the theater on the second floor. Minutes later I stand in the center of the room on a podium, naked, with the eyes of a dozen middle-aged strangers trained on me.

by Doug Wallack on December 5, 2013December 7, 2013


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