Renassance

March 6, 2025

Princeton’s Organ Lenders

A Nass writer reports on the people responsible for the Princeton chapel’s iconic sounds.

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Renassance: Full Design

This week, the Nass faced death but returned from its sepulcher with new might. Grab a physical issue, or browse through the full design here!

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Letter from the Editors

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

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PRISMS

A Nass writer reports on the launch of a new Gender and Sexuality Studies journal in the context of a federal crackdown on DEI efforts.

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On Chalance

This Nass writer interrogates the phenomena of “chalance,” and the increasing fear of vulnerability

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Falling apart in late december

“I see an estranged version of myself laughing at dinner, responding to texts, asking questions in conversations. I ask her: How are you acting so normal?”

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A Winter’s Loan

“Hidden deep within his heart, he knew this was not his home, and that the cabin’s true owner would inevitably come in the summer once the flowers were in full-bloom.”

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Funky Drinks from my Not Yet Open Café

A Nass writer recommends new coffee shop concoctions, to spice up your life

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Rabbit-hearted, Spring Will Come

“I wish for nothing more than sunlight and steady dreaming – I promise that one of these days we’ll be barefoot and sundazed.”

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The Interview

A Nass writer interviews Rupert Birkin, a central character of D.H. Lawrence’s novel Women in Love.

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GRIEF

“My grief ties my tongue. It makes me incapable of much more than sitting on a bench outside my dorm and crying, my hand curled around a mini cupcake. In Persian we say delam tangete. My heart is tight in your absence.”

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Verbatim

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Overheard loudly in Firestone.

170-pound man: "It's a little confusing, because cumming on someone is not really complimentary." 

Overheard at lunch on Wednesday.

Socialist poet: I hate to say it, but mass democracy was a great mistake for America.

Overheard on the way to dinner.

Starving Brit: I'm so hungry, I feel like I have abs.

Overheard in a Slavic class.

Professor: Here is a little tip about 19th century literature. When you see … … What does that mean? It means they had sex!

Overheard at Sakrid.

Barista: Is whole milk fine with that?

Wife: Yes, please. 

Husband: Skim.

Overheard at Frist.

Google Calendar Warrior: I don’t have time for lunch today but you can walk with me from New South to East Pyne between 10:50 and 11:00 if you want to talk. 

Overheard in lecture.

The student sitting in front of me: I can’t stop farting today.

Overheard at Small World.

Leftist: If you look it up, Hitler had a micropenis. 

Overheard at Grand Central Station.

Overworked therapist: I’m sorry your kid died but I need a break. 

Overheard at the Oscar Showing.

My uncultured friend: Wait. Mick Jagger is a real person?

Overheard on Nassau Street.

An angsty 15-year old boy: Every day I shake my fist at the world a little more.

Overheard at Late Meal.

Complit Major: Having French 101 at 12:30 everyday has ruined my social life.