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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Something Real Fishy: Friendship, Twitter, and the Limits of the Dictionary
A personal take on the dialect of NBA internet fandom.
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Things So Obvious They Almost Make No Sense: Defamiliarization and the Default in Megan Hunter’s The End We Start From
“I couldn’t discern an agenda, political, spiritual, or otherwise, and yet the novel felt anything but aimless. Primarily, it read and resonated like poetry.”
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If a Princeton Student Transferred Schools but Kept the Princeton Ego
Speculative fiction with a dash of entitlement.
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Dreams of Ghosts
“Below, the sea was moonlight, bright as commercial breakfast milk. The tide pulled forward and back, morse code telling me all the ways to escape the sleepy town.”
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Midterm Mishaps: Full Design
This week the Nass delves into the world of international fandom, reflects on the bonds between body and earth, and strikes matches to make wishes come true.
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Translating an International Sensation: Norway’s SKAM and the Fan Translators Who Made It Happen
An interview with the Québécois translator behind a francophone fan-base.
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To cleanse
“I consider cleaning it / But a marble pattern of the last remnants of you is reassuring to stare down at ”
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Perfect Songs
“The dead linger after their passing in the memories of those who knew them; this poem, however, lingers only on my hard drive, contextless and adrift in the sea of my thoughts and memories.”
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