Supportive friend: She doesn’t need a mallet, she needs a mullet!
Mullet-reluctant woman: I don’t know if I want a mullet.
Supportive friend: It’s not about what you WANT, it’s about what you NEED.
Overheard during Sunday morning brunch
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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
Check out our newest issue in collaboration with the Blacks Arts Collective here, or pick up a copy somewhere on campus!
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Auction
introducing the body size thirty-four B tits, forty-four round hips slim twenty-nine-inch waist thick thighs I used to once hate a gap so spaced that words fly out of it a forehead so big you could play chess on it brown skin, lips thin height small, not tall disclaimer of the body I can’t be…
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Blackness in Residence
The Amistad sails a silent scream across the sea. In its wake, a dark tapestry woven with violence. Mouths in the hold lie open, inaudible, begging for the nothingness that is everything. On this ship, terror lurks. A violence of abstraction separates Black from man and kills him twice, Discarding his body like dead…
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Love Is
Love is an expression simple to understand but tough to maintain. It’s like a symphony of instruments created individually but only complete together. The catch being that the notes are obscure. The sheet music is unscripted and all that’s left is You. Its blind conductor who was given no directions. You see, love comes without…