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Stories Worth Telling: Sharon Lowe on Preserving the Nassau Weekly
Cleaning the subterranean Nass Room and reflecting on the magazine’s prehistory
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Morning Prayer
Morning Prayer Little red psalm books that we gathered from a rack like basketballs: sometimes I would get three or four, for my friends, a utopian gesture of plenty that was received passively, the cheap worn covers sliding across the plastic tables. I hated the mornings when we read a long psalm, legs stiffening with…
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I’m Moving Out of the Internet
I’m moving offline. I really mean it this time. After writing this essay on a cloud-connected word processor, you’ll never see me surfing these waves again.
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Ancestral Burdens
“Oh, Alexita! I thought you were just fat, but I see the baby bulge.” She continued crying as she spoke, drying her tears on Alexandra.”
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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 of a deep cut for 50jitsteppa and sort of mystifying. I’d like to imagine it’s…
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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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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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Of Friendship, Sex, and Bacon
How to conceal, expose, and generally deal with the high stakes of early February
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The Brain Behind the Brush: Uncovering Mary Blair’s Animation Legacy
Your favorite Disney animations were the product of invisibilized women’s labor.
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High Rise: Full Design
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.

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