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The Nass Weekly’s Weekly Diet

Heya Hippos! It’s a brand new week, and that means a brand new opportunity to eat less than you did last week. How much did you eat last week, anyway? It’s okay, you can tell us. I bet it was more than enough.

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Out with the Old, in with the New?

On the Glee Club’s positive intentions and dubious execution.

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Mafia Rules

Mafia–the ultimate pre-orientation/term break trip game. There’s no better way to bond as a group than killing and turning on each other. In the game, a team of killers strikes secretly at night, then try to conceal themselves as an … Read More

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Four Photographs

Look at me when I’m talkin’ to you!

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Reluctant Reunion

Every year, during the last couple weeks of May, the orange and black paraphernalia that distinguishes the bubble inside FitzRandolph Gate bleeds into the town of Princeton. Princeton Pride takes on a whole new characteristic when alumni from classes of the 1920s to the most recent graduating class infest the town with their orange blazers, Princeton umbrellas, and babies in Tiger onesies.

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The Final Countdown

I love this show as much as FOX hates it, which is a lot. I mean, running the last four new episodes all at once, up against the opening ceremonies of the OLYMPICS?!

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No Refunds after Fifteen Minutes

I. Barrage of right-handed hooks: Jesus Christ is Lord over Greater Orlando paints diamond fence; tee-shirt on man with bulge reads God is Good; top of tower, a neon cross – God is Love intersects Christ is Savior at the … Read More

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Humiliated by the Television

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

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An Invisible Minority

I spent this past fall break on a Pace Center Breakout trip in our nation’s capital, visiting congressional lobbies, vocational employment centers, and the Walter Reed National Military Medical Center, where I saw, firsthand, those who had experienced the casualties of war. Eating in the hospital cafeteria, I sat among masses of amputees, the people who actually comprise the looming, abstract statistics we hear always on the news.

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Sunday Afternoon, April

There is a tiny man in her hair and he is screaming at me. “Hello there!” He is screaming. “Please remove me from this strand of hair!” He is screaming. “This is a terribly inconvenient place for me to be right now!” He is screaming.

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Photographic Memory

I have 5,570 photos on my iPhone from this summer in New York. That’s probably at least 4,570 more than I need.

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Playing Pretend

“The characters in these books demolished the limitations placed on children.”

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