Soft-spoken philo-bro: I’m trying to cut back on the caffeine. 300 milligrams a day was feeling risky.
Chatty gay: And how much is in that yerba mate?
Philo-bro: Only 200. It’s about the tapering.
Overheard by the tables in that long hallway in Dillon
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Nass Recommends: Chuquimamani Condori’s DJ E
A cathartic, eardrum-exploding record from Bolivian “epic collage” artist Chuquimamani Condori
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Nass Recommends: The Alcohol Initiative’s Magic: The Gathering Club
An encounter at a semi-regular gathering of trading card game enthusiasts.
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Something Different
Bear is late to his Standard Evening Meetup with Rabbit, a Samovar, and the Stars
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The Many Rhythms of Devonne Piccaver
A profile of a first-year rowing recruit in an unfamiliar milieu
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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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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