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My Other Half With That Thy Gentle Hand Seized Mine I Yielded
“I lay back in the heap of cords, which spawned and propagated from a bud, a navel, the hub of the Mimir, which still ran hot and loud a few minutes into the cooldown protocol.”
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Letter from the editor
You can read Hunter S. Thompson’s suicide note if you want but only on Genius Lyrics for some reason and only while 50jitsteppa offers up a studio performance of his track “I Know” in a concurrently playing video. It’s sort of a deep cut for 50jitsteppa and sort of mystifying. I’d like to imagine it’s…
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Sorry About the Air Conditioners Being Off: Townes Van Zandt, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Aesthetic Signatures of Heat
A Nass writer sweats through readings of some outlaw country tunes and a splatter horror classic
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Letter from the Editor
I’m often reminded of the Nass EIC under whose honeyed and analgesic administration I worked as a staff writer my freshman year. This guy who studied comp lit and sat in the leather armchair that the Nass houses in the corner of Bloomberg basement beneath a Jesus yard ornament and a shelf of course books…
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Letter from the Editor
A list of things you can find under this rock: Anti-hegelians, anti-Deleuzians, negation, Gummo, cats, cryptids, the original Planet of the Apes sequels, psilocybin, Chestnut blight, dutch elm disease, emerald ash borer beetle, the Great American Tree, Jim Morrisons’s 1978 An American Prayer, rush, Bleeding Kansas, freedom, rewilding, degrowth, wildflowers, corvids, meadows, field recordings,…
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Nass Recommends: The Alcohol Initiative’s Magic: The Gathering Club
An encounter at a semi-regular gathering of trading card game enthusiasts.
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Escaping the Werewolf: Alex G, Deep Ecology, and Our Increasingly Hostile World
“There are a million wolves hiding in the environmental substrate I’ve called speargrass. The reality is that they’re not even wolves. When they get home in the evening, they take off the wolfskin and look just like us.”
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Letter from the Editor
One of the least nassholish ideas that I hold dear to myself is that, in the end, we will be delivered. Forces beyond our knowing care for us in ways that our slimy, underdeveloped sensory organs cannot appreciate so frequently. Call these forces Fatherormother, Older Brother, the North American arboreal superorganism. They are here amidst…
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Letter from the Editor
It’s absolutely true that this is the first time we’ve ever run a Halloween issue, and for a magazine as historically elaborate and artifactual as the Nassau Weekly, it’s a sort of mystifying reality. We scoured the dread tomes that compose our archives–all except for one moldering lockbox situated between “Naked pictures of Michel Foucault…
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Letter from the Editor
My summer vacation felt like a body. Mine felt like a river. It’s generally useful to build up a number of unreasonably applicable metaphors that seem to withdraw profundity from just about everything. It’s the only way you’ll produce what we could call meaning from something as acrid and mercurial as summer. You can best…
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Tales from the Village of Hommlet
“When I was young, I plunged a fork through Reason’s knee, and smote her atop a hill with electrical pylons.”
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We Added 200 Strangers on BeReal, and We’re Never Opening the App Again
“Hypothesis: people our age around the world are alone during a significant portion of their waking hours. And hypothetically, BeReal is the perfect observational device.”