Friend 1: “Can I call you a WASP or is that offensive?”
Friend 2: “You may. Why?”
Friend 1: “You’ll see. It’s for a bit.”

“You look Right into the mirror and recognize what you’d drawn, part by part. Then you blink and completely forget what you’d seen, where you’d been –– or rather, you can’t really tell whether you had ever seen anything in the first place.”

A writer’s encounter with the tantalizing, bewildering phenomenon of the Princeton Partner.

What were Princeton students writing about thirty years ago? We’re jumping back in time to February, 1993 for some woeful poetry, questionable health advice, and dining hall commentary from our forefathers at the Nass. Some wisdom for your post-Valentine’s Day weekend, and for all those seeking their Princeton soulmate: “Valentine’s Day comes upon…

In the Earth, Cicadaboy Has an Out-of-Body-Experience Sweat on slate like spilt brain ejaculate, like old sun god’s been plugging holes with lead again, old dog dying of heat stroke again, it’s Thursday, and a series of freak thunderstorms is set to just tear across the county this afternoon, into the evening, the night,…




Oh, wow, is that the time? We’ve gotta get out of here! (A letter upon our departure from the throne of the Nassau Weekly.)

In the final issue of our forty-fourth volume, the Nass interrogates the illusion of control in the beauty ideal, attempts to translate a scandalous conversation, and cracks open the meanings of “fault.”

To telescope, we begin with 300 words, then slice the word count in half for each successive section. We stop when the numbers stop dividing evenly. This week, eight Nass writers telescope the word “fault.”

A writer visits the New York Baltic Film Festival and delves into the world of the late Estonian music star Uku Kuut, as captured on film.


“The dialogue below [..] is one of those instances in which my participation was peripheral, but the conversation was still exhilarating, confusing, and verging on scandalous.”

“I’d like to think that through educating myself on the topic of the beauty myth, I’ve naturally come closer to adopting a body neutrality mentality; after all, it’s hard to want to play a game that you know is rigged.”
Friend 1: “Can I call you a WASP or is that offensive?”
Friend 2: “You may. Why?”
Friend 1: “You’ll see. It’s for a bit.”