The Nass goes to the opera, joins crew, and participates in other mildly psychosexual activities.

The Nass doesn’t have the time/space for introductions, so, this week, we get right into it. 

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

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

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

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.

In the final issue of volume 47, the Nass pays a visit to President Clinton’s stomping grounds, cries with Joyce Carol Oates, and does or does not do drugs in the Bay Area.

In its third ever sex issue, the Nass goes deep into reproductive rights, contemplates hard truths about men, and penetrates the taboo.

This week, the Nass talks about movies, bodies, and movies about dog bodies.

This week, the Nass recycles beer cans, interrogates TikTok feminism, and decides what good art is.

This week, the Nass learns from Patti Smith, mulls over pop stardom, and weighs the costs of “clean” energy.

This week, the Nass tests your wits, criticizes Christopher Nolan’s flat New Mexico, and puts you onto some new shit.