Personal finance guru: “I might just sleep all day so I don’t have to pay for food.”
Sage Lakers fan: “Mamba mentality.”
Overheard in an Uber
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Kids: Full Design
And now the Nassau Weekly is back again, thinking about girls, thinking about animals, and thinking about the internet.
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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