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An Interview with Nass Co-Founder, Robert Faggen ‘82
Learning about the origins of the Nassau Weekly and how its first writers carved out a new journalistic space on campus in 1979.
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The Women of the Woody Allen Archives
Interrogating Woody Allen’s presentation of women, and defensive disclaimers that his work is merely satirical fiction.
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Telescoping Faith
In the succeeding entries, we telescope “faith,” a word with a variety of connotations. Join us in considering “faith,” its soaring capacities, and its particular and personal ones.
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Sorry to Bother You review
“What the story lacks in cohesion and clarity, though, it makes up for in inventiveness and provocation. It seems intentionally on-the-nose that the protagonist’s name is “Cash Green,” as the film takes the inherent absurdity and selfishness of capitalism to the extreme.”
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Isle of Dogs review
“In any case, it is left up to the viewer to not get too lost in the dazzling visual spectacle of the film, and be sure to consider that despite the immaculate attention to detail, some details might still have been rendered invisible.”
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Telescoping Youth
Memories may fade as distance grows wider between ourselves and our young selves, but one thing remains constant: if we dig down deep into the recesses of our experiences, hold light up to the seeds of our current moment, brush off the dust, we might find something worth writing about.
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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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Telescoping Morning
“In the succeeding entries, we telescope our mornings by recounting and recasting. Each succeeding morning of a series is composed in exactly half the number of words of the previous. Diminish with us below.”
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Elevators
“Someone said this to me the other day: People always seem to press the elevator button again even if someone else has already pressed it.”
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Schrödinger’s Lottery
“Maybe it was the cheap thrill of furiously scratching them with a quarter, and seeing all those shimmery silver shavings pile up.”