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October 31, 2005
Halloween makes me sad now, too. It used to just be Christmas. Which at least makes sense because I’m Jewish. Halloween. I am walking around, checkbook in hand, begging doctors to see me. This is the Upper East Side: there are a lot of doors to knock on. I’d forget that it’s Halloween except for…
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Preppies-on-a-Rampage
We’re no longer collectively, psychically compelled to impose the old narrative on our news stories. Instead, in our state of informed, liberal, post-Katrina injustice-seeking, we’re reading for the other story. We’re reading for the story that shows our sensitivity and also reveals the depravity of the privileged classes, and maybe also diagnoses a generalized ‘what’s…
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Don’t Sign Until I Say So
The Frist package guy keeps a mini-fridge among his personal effects behind the desk at his eponymous office. Exactly two bumper stickers decorate that fridge. One says SOUTH OF THE BORDER and the other says NOCTURNAL EMISSIONS: WITHOUT ‘EM IT WOULD JUST BE SLEEP. Let us first consider each sticker separately, and then the remarkable…
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The Cock (and Bull) Market
A slinky pack of Ivy League homos tricked me into a gay bar one early morning in the city. Instead of a name this establishment had a neon rooster above the door. By way of an explanation, one might call that rooster a ‘cock.’ Inside it was so dark that the darkness seemed active, like…
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Operation Vile?
Operation Style put on their annual charity fashion show on Friday on the Frist South Lawn. It looked like a benefit in a second-rate but affluent suburb, or a production at a private school looking to increase its endowment.
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The RIAA Took My Baby Away
Last week, Princeton was subpoenaed for the names and information of almost forty students, in preparation for lawsuits the RIAA is bringing against them against them. On Monday, the Nassau Weekly’s Jessica Woods sat down with one of the accused to find out the real story.
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Swimming Upstream
I think I was the first person unassociated with Swimming Upstream to see the production. Ever. This seems like pretty heady stuff as I sit in warm darkness waiting for the cast’s final run-through to begin. I feel like an insider: I watch volunteers scurry behind the set with big rolls of duct tape, I…
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PUP’s Into The Woods
Something about last week—Tuesday night, Wednesday noon—made me want to see the Princeton University Players’ production of Into the Woods.