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From Typesetting to Tradition: Marc Fisher’s Footprint on Nassau Weekly

An alum reflects on the Nass before the Nass: a Holder-based pilot mag called Friday

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THE DRUG ISSUE: Full Design

This time, the Nass experiments with substances. We go a little too far. We get faded.

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Spawning Season: Full Design

The Nass wakes up and it’s spring again. Time for making movies, holding doors, and generating power.  

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Books, My Old Flame: Reading, Regurgitating, and Reconnecting with Literature

A Nass writer sets out to repair an estranged relationship with reading.

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Kids: Full Design

And now the Nassau Weekly is back again, thinking about girls, thinking about animals, and thinking about the internet.

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A Yoga Ashram, Donna Tart’s The Secret History, and Discobitch’s C’est Beau la Bourgeoisie

In high school I once wore my Pitbulls for Obama t-shirt (turned muscle tank) — which depicts three pitbulls, a speech bubble attached to one of them, saying “we don’t need no stinking lipstick”…

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Balls Dropped: Full Design

In the first issue of Volume 48, the Nass is more back than ever, reading, listening to country music, and getting away from it all.

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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 … Read More

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New Year, New Me / I Was Cutting My Fingernails and Eavesdropping

An essay and a poem grappling with spirituality and the self in the wake of the new year

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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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A Summer Education in Hawaii

I’m thrilled to be a witness after many uneventful years in suburbia.

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Fruit Flies

The end product is a picture with many suns that capture the real in infinitely many instances. Yet it represents nothing of reality.

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