This week, the Nass buys out the whole damn store, baby! And we’re all the better for it.
This week the Nass thinks like a dog, dances in verse, and reflects on Declaration Day.
This week, the Nass is preoccupied with dining halls, first-year orientation, and Woody Allen.
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.
This week the Nass telescopes faith, considers Eve Ensler’s The Vagina Monologues, and reads Lolita in the city where you fall in love four times a day.
This week, the Nass dives into the uncanny valley and drags some of you down with us.