Dear Wise Wendy, I’ve been at Princeton for a little while now, and I just can’t seem to click with anyone romantically. I can’t bear this crippling loneliness any longer. Should I try Speed Dating? From, – In a Sophomore … Read More
So it is cozy. You might say small. Or even absurdly tiny.
And it is busy. Teeming, if you prefer. Perhaps you stand a greater chance of being struck by lightning while clutching a winning lottery ticket and barebacking flying swine than eyeing an open elliptical machine during peak hours.
The week before the United States general election, we solicited short-form narrative nonfiction submissions from the Nassau Weekly community. We hoped to gather and serialize scenes, images, and glimpses from Election Day and the following week. We asked writers to … Read More
Larry is a phone salesman; he�s the kind of responsible American man that is �able to support [his] wife to stay at home and raise [his] children.� He�s been dying to get his hands on the camouflage Lambourgini of his … Read More
In the final issue of volume 47, the Nass pays a visit to President Clinton’s stomping grounds, cries with Joyce Carol Oates, and does or does not do drugs in the Bay Area.
It was a quiet room. That was really the only description I could come up with. I toyed with the idea of the room being calm, maybe civil or peaceful. But mostly it was just quiet. No one did much; even the clapping was very polite.