Dear Reader, We’ll keep this quick. This week, we explore ways of caring – for loved ones, for music, for you, the reader. Our writers investigate the modern dilemma of “chalance” and caring too much, grapple with loss and the … Read More
Dear all, Did you miss us? We certainly missed you. For the past three years, this magazine has brought us close community and constant inspiration. Now, we are thrilled to inaugurate Volume 49 of the Nassau Weekly. At its core, … Read More
Dear reader, Wakey wakey, time for school. Memories of the summer sun interrupt daily life like nostalgia for the warmth of the womb. But hey. If you’re just finding the Nass, wakey wakey x 2. This mostly week- ly alternative … Read More
One or several elephants: this final issue’s back cover, which looks like a full-page ad for PNC bank because it is. We’d ask that you hereafter refrain from calling The Nass anything other than PNC Bank Presents the Nassau Weekly. … Read More
At this time in the year, one starts to think about escape — a dreamy kind of escape, from stuffy rooms into warming air and budding trees; and a more wishful kind to cope with the sense of unravelling that … Read More
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 … Read More
This week, the Nass reflects on movement and the conditions that govern it. We like to imagine written words dancing on the page: in flux, unrestricted, and active, a magazine whose words destabilize but don’t displace. As demonstrated in this … Read More
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 … Read More
Dear dearest, Lines that we abide by, whether spatial or social, often appear to us as natural. But there is no inherent reason why a boundary exists in one location rather than somewhere else. To raise that thought would be … Read More
This week, something strange happened, and the only way to tell which way is right-side up is by blowing bubbles from our mouths and seeing which direction they float. How do we reorient? Per usual, we can turn towards the … Read More
When people say spring has sprung, they actually mean it has emerged from inside itself. Spring has ejected from its own abdomen through a lovely, vulvic little déchirure in the side. The whole thing sounded exactly like you’d think it … Read More