“I know I only show up once every five meetings, but that doesn’t mean you have to lose your personality around me.”
Overheard during conversation about club meetings
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I Sit, Soulless
“The East Coast rain—an element that had nourished my roots and sprung me into being—suddenly felt heavy. I was no longer wet behind the ears.”
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Rock Stacking and Doom Scrolling, On Repeat
A Nass contributor evades the limits of time, on a remote sandbar in Maine and on YouTube Shorts.
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Jennifer Weiner’s Roots in the Nass
A New York Times Bestselling author shares how the Nass’s spirit of journalistic curiosity accelerated her creative practice
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Dead Phone
People in the New Jersey Transit Newark Liberty International Airport Train Station bound for New York City: A man with blood on his face drinking Starbucks and A woman asking Starbucks blood man which side goes to Penn Station, swinging a Louis Vuitton bag with a supremely veined hand in front of A woman with…
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Nass Dispatch: Rowing Camp Chronicles
A Nass editor abroad reflects on a decidedly unNass-like pastime.
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The Joke
“Duty spun at the center of Dan’s being. In ancient times, he would have carried Juno across the river, and parted the seas if it meant that one girl with chemically shedding blonde hair would get to live out a childish marriage fantasy.”
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Letter from the Editor
One sad thing about the Letter From the Editor as form is that I never receive a reply. So I’ve begun constructing the image of a child-sized, glow-in-the-dark reader in my head. Importantly, this patient reader has a mouth, and sometimes, we buck this whole epistolary exchange and talk to each other like guys. Face…
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Say It Like You Mean It With Your Fists for Once
A Nass writer says it like he means it with his fists for once
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This week we’ve got so much to say and only twentyy pages of magazine to fill so let’s just leave it at “GO!”: Full Design
The Nass doesn’t have the time/space for introductions, so, this week, we get right into it.
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Fugue on the Theme of a Name
“He noticed his own language was becoming violently metaphoric. The unseen power of this landscape awakened his mind to un-apprehended combinations of thoughts.”
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Amazing Thai in Princeton NJ Needs to be on Your Radar
A team of two sisters offers up authentic Thai cuisine for the chilly spring weather
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From Typesetting to Tradition: Marc Fisher’s Footprint on Nassau Weekly
An alum reflects on the Nass before the Nass: a Holder-based pilot mag called Friday
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The Sartrean Diary of a Cranky Barista
“Perhaps days are too long for me. I must change the scale of memory. I’ll try writing in hours and minutes.”
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Anabasis
Today, the forecast in Avernus: heavy fog; flash flood warnings; rising tides from the River Cocytus and Acheron. “New at 11, we’ll see that despite our individual attempts at self-control, lamenting and sorrow will continue spilling into the future,” the weatherman drones, and haunted, I think of those ghosts with clipped wings clicking their…