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PrinceWatch
Kickin’ around the Nass office late one night, we thought we saw the face of the Virgin Mary on a sofa cushion, but up close it looked more like David Patterson, so we just decided to flip it. Then somebody suggested we do a PrinceWatch, as it had after all been a while since the…
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The Wine of Astonishment
“Church music” for a Haitian in Trenton means a trumpet player dressed like Miles Davis, a twelve-year-old boy on a drum set, a trombonist, and a lady in purple wailing, singing, shouting, and dancing like Aretha Franklin. No droning organ here: The altar, crowded with instruments, looks more like the stage for a salsa band…
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The Revolution Will Be Advertised
Jews don’t often miss opportunities to talk up past injustices and Princeton literature doesn’t often miss opportunities to talk up Fitzgerald.
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I Was a Teenage Baby Sitter
Radiant, apple-cheeked Zelda Harris was a high school senior when I first met her during Pre-Frosh Weekend 2003. We were standing together awkwardly with Amy Widdowson—Zelda’s host and a friend of mine—on the gray gravel path behind Nassau Hall that gets all murky and disgusting when it rains. And it had been raining—for days, if…
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Layer Cake
Unless you have been living under a rock for the past two weeks, you know about the mass demonstrations in Egypt, Mubarak’s decision to turn off the internet in order to stop Twitter (sorry Kanye, revolution is #thebestthingevertweeted), how Anderson Cooper got assaulted, and how Cairo has become like L.A. in the 1980s but minus…
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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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New York’s Little Secret
As anyone who lives in New York and keeps abreast of food fads knows, the intersection of Clinton and Bay by the Red Hook soccer fields is the place to be if you’re a street grub aficionado, and are from Ecuador, Mexico, or 145 Street, or if you pretend to be a street grub aficionado,…
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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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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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Party of None – Full Design on Issuu
This week, the Nass considers the implications of online activism, imagines a new future for Princeton, and recommends blueberry picking. Click HERE to experience our print designs online!
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The Helmand
Bam. B-r-ck, b-r-ck. No one is dead. No one is here. This is a poem about my brother in Afghanistan.
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Georgia on My Mind – Full Design
This week, the Nass bruises, telescopes rhythm, and spends 24 hours on Zoom.