Boy 1: Who is that blond girl in Cottage in your profile picture? She was in my Dostoevsky seminar.
Boy 2: She’s one of my best friends.
Boy 1: I feel like club sailing has some of the most diverse affiliations.
Overheard by elevator
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PRINCETON WINS!: Full Design
This week, the Nass triumphs athletically, fails intellectually, and eats the entire lemon.
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From Sleepers to Sweepers: Princeton Curling’s Unlikely Redemption Arc
A dark horse of college curling finally receives their flowers.
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On Lemons
The lemon was precious, as was every morsel of food that entered one’s house. I was raised to shudder at the mere thought of throwing away anything on my plate, encouraged to catch all the stray grains of kasha and watching my dad soak up every last bit of soup in his plate with the…
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Steep a Pot of Chinese Philosophy: This Princeton Business Owner is Selling Natural Balance
Health, harmony, and history with Paul Shu, owner of Holsome Teas and Herbs.
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First-Person Scooter: Full Design
This week, the Nass surveys a hostile world, finds meaning in the senseless, and explores new ways to heal.
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Escaping the Werewolf: Alex G, Deep Ecology, and Our Increasingly Hostile World
“There are a million wolves hiding in the environmental substrate I’ve called speargrass. The reality is that they’re not even wolves. When they get home in the evening, they take off the wolfskin and look just like us.”
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Corecore and the Logic of Montage
“This genre’s title, corecore, makes a totalizing claim on the thousands of balkanized subgenres and subaesthetics that fleet past the user: only a certain set of objects and clips can be dazecore or college dormcore, but corecore encompasses all such ‘cores,’ all these oddly particular aesthetics.”
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Wayward Lines: Setting a Soundtrack to Saidiya Hartman
With Hartman on the page and Noname in the ears, a Nass writer examines the musical tradition of documenting Black struggle.
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Twenty Years On
“I was a swimmer in the night. The moon on my face, I dove off rocks and cliffs. I swim in my dreams and they sound like the breaths of fish past my face.”
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A Sprawling Smallness
“She wanted to relive the memories, the ephemeral emotions of happiness she felt when she was younger – unmolded. She did not account for the fact that she was a different person hoping to feel the sentiments of years ago.”
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Prufrock’s Letters
Mente mia, che presaga de’ tuoi damni, Al tempo lieto già pensosa e trista, Sí ‘ntentamente ne l’amata vista Requie cercavi de’ futuri afanni 1. Let us go now, til it be that all you and I can see is made the slightest bit unstable; along these fine rain-slickened streets run along these sticky,…
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Nass Recommends: 100% Twilight Princess Speedrun (with Commentary) by YouTuber bewildebeast.
In cheerful defense of shortcuts.
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