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A-Train to Elsewhere

“I did not understand the sentiment of a chapter. Life had only been one chapter. I thought life would only be one chapter.”

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Color War

Our guns were semi-automatic, which means you could shoot as fast as you pulled the trigger, and even an amateur like myself found myself reeling off three or four paintballs a second. I could feel every individual shot through its reverberations—no real recoil to speak of, but a satisfying pneumatic thwunk as the ball hurtled through the barrel.

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White Noise

“I look at him. He doesn’t look at me. Just stares straight ahead. He shuts his eyes for a moment, and at first I’m afraid he’s not going to open them again.”

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Pyro-Primitivism in the Digital Age

“Instead of gazing into the smoky sky, or cheering with friends, or simply staring in awe at the majesty of destruction, most students pulled out their camera phones, and watched the flames through their handheld device.”

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RUTH!

The second woman to serve on the Court and the last of Bill Clinton’s appointees, Justice Ginsburg built her legal career on the fight for women’s rights and was instrumental in a number of ACLU-led fights—but on Thursday she was here to avoid all that.

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Nass Recommends: Ten “NYRB Classics” Titles

Not one but ten recommendations from the NYRB archives

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Sync or Swim – Full Design

This week, the Nass wiles away the summer months by going to the movies, eating ice cream, and jetting off to space.

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Why Federer is Betterer

The Moliere of tennis.

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Inevitable Acts: Ruminations on The Lady with the Pet Dog

Through Joyce Carol Oates, a Nass writer ponders the inexorable force of love.

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Letter to my cat (human nature)

A Nass writer wonders: how to live, how to be, and how to eat?

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Movement & Images of Latin America

To reach “Itinerant Languages of Photography”—one of the Art Museum’s two new temporary exhibits—one has to pass all that is not itinerant about the Museum. The entrance lies to the right of the Museum’s well-worn European mainstays. Each time I entered, I had to pass Washington’s confident gaze, his portrait serving as a reminder of what is permanent and perhaps most validated in the Museum, and what is not.

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Poem for Tim Faust, who said that poems shouldn’t be about flowers

This poem not about flowers just goes to show how far we’ve come since the days when people could practically not think without a daffodil, when in poetry a rose was not yet just a rose but always stood for … Read More

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