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The Fifth Column

It’s an interesting characteristic of Western culture (and maybe of cultures in general) that, over time, we tend to forget exactly why we do the things we do. Of course this is to be expected, as behaviors and preferences become institutionalized over time, making it less important to remember who was the first person to do or say something, and under what authority this was done.

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Susan Howe in “Middle Air”

November 22, 2013 is when Susan Howe and David Grubbs sit in Woolworth Hall. Susan Howe and David Grubbs are at Princeton to perform their fourth collaboration, WOODSLIPPERCOUNTERCLATTER. There is no light in the room. A sun is outside, near … Read More

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Communist Party

Commodifying the Fetish: Everyone writes down a kinky fetish on a piece of paper. Preferably it’s their own, but an especially “sensuous” or perverted one is also applicable (zoophilia anyone?).

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Princewatch

A simple question: is it worth reading _The Daily Princetonian_ to keep up on the ways in which it has embarrassed itself? A simple answer: probably not. Welcome to PrinceWatch. Welcome to _The Daily Princetonian_ of November 12, 2010. __Terrace … Read More

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Freshman Reflections

There’s something about everyone having their bedrooms right next to everyone else’s. It doesn’t create a sexually charged environment per se.

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My Favorite Things

I like the scent of Princeton, New Jersey and sunset on the golf course behind Forbes. I like the bustle on Nassau Street and the uterine warmth of the Terrace TV room. I like the Dinky’s whistle and the Sunday … Read More

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Dreams of Ghosts

“Below, the sea was moonlight, bright as commercial breakfast milk. The tide pulled forward and back, morse code telling me all the ways to escape the sleepy town.”

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Letter From the Editors 2/11

Dear Readers, We’re proud of this issue and it’s all for you—our lovely, even-keeled readers—and so we hope you like it too. Please feel free to browse at your leisure, or, if you’re not in the mood to do that, … Read More

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Fable

You wake up and the woman is gone. You wake up and the woman is on her hands and knees, keening Do you know where my eyes are? I can’t find them. You look and look. The expanse above her … Read More

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Vignettes from the Hinterlands

On the seventieth anniversary of Ataturk’s death I was in the mountains between Van and Diyarbakir with a baby on my lap and her three year old brother stretched out on the seat behind me while their mother tried to sleep, the silk scarf slipping from her hair.

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Kids: Full Design

And now the Nassau Weekly is back again, thinking about girls, thinking about animals, and thinking about the internet.

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Confessions VI

Telescoped.

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