Gay-passing pedant: You called Chris’s biceps “glistening”?
Woman: What word would you use?
Gay-passing pedant: Bulging, gargantuan, varicose, veiny.
Overheard during morning-after debrief
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We Belong to No One But Ourselves
Members of the Harvard Independent’s Editorial Board reflect on counterculture.
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Treatise on Believing in Yourself from Elizabeth Holmes
To diagnose someone means they’re already sick. We need more time, I tell my investors––Kissinger and the other men. It can only happen in blood. I don’t give stories or specificities. Silicon Valley means you create the outline and let them fill you in. All I do is put on a low voice, Steve Jobs…
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Nass Recommends: Guy Trebay’s Do Something
Trebay’s memoir of growing up in New York City presents a poignant picture of a time when artists could actually afford rent.
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Modern Love
“We went a year without sleeping with one another. The act of speaking was already intimate enough.”
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Call of Duty: VR Training with the Princeton Police
Patrol Officer Andre Lee sees a suicidal woman staring off the edge of a building with a bright desert-like landscape behind her; he hears the woman’s melancholic voice and the sound of whipping wind. I see Officer Lee standing alert in the middle of the Princeton Police Department (PPD) training facility, the cloudy mid-morning February…
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Counter Cultures
Some lesser-known identities of a counter, however you define it, recognizing the dangers of slipping into the full absurdist guerrilla art territory of #notmakingsense.
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On Umwelt: Experience as a Shapeable Thing
What if we can find control over our experience of the world just by shifting our attention?
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Counterculture: Full Design
The Nass is a rebel without a cause. A tortured creature. A little dog with a big bite. This week, we’re counterculture.
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Anthracnose: An Exodus
Leaves cascade from the oak, to which my parents swore, stems diseased by my sins? I trace the veins anyway, hoping they will lead me to their quiet, promised land. It lies within a barren forest. where whispers linger, taunting as they pray for me. I am lost, trying to find my breath. I…
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A Cacophony of Swallows in Flight: Full Design
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