Revolutionary: “I truly want to fuck the framework.”
Ally: “I thought you were ace, bro.”
Revolutionary: “I meant fuck UP the framework!”
Overheard while studying
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A Cup Can Be a Bowl: Lessons from Outdoor Action
A curated list of hard-earned life lessons from one writer’s OA excursion.
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Tagaloa’s Odyssey
“The girl rifles through her thoughts, grasping for the reason behind the aching in her heart. And then there it is again, Tagaloa’s steady voice. “Come home.”
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Music for the 2020s: Nass Recommends DECIDE by Djo
Discover Joe Keery’s new album that encapsulates the absurdity, anxieties, and joys of Gen Z.
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Cold Spell
“an indecisive sea that steeps, stains / my shoes, once white, gore-aged / too far gone.”
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Passage in Enchanted Land: an Irish Travel Diary
“Infinite hues of green. A single bird. The gloaming sky. This country, a land with such quiet confidence in its magic.”
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The Septumber Issue: Full Design
In the first issue of the semester, the Nass investigates sectoral bargaining, keeps a promise to a demon, and travels into the heart of Ireland’s magic.
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Covid on a Post-Covid Campus?
“Now that the University is not monitoring the pandemic as closely through testing, Covid is a silent landmine, invisible and creeping. No matter how lightly I tread, its threat looms just beyond the visible realm.”
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“Fighting for Everyone”: From California to Pittsburgh, Sectoral Bargaining is Building Worker Power
A writer investigates a new thread in the fight for worker justice.
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In Too Deep
In a supernatural cafe, a student must keep a promise to a demon before closing for the night.
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A Dish Window of One’s Own
“…upon closer inspection you realize it’s not paper, it’s a full hand of press-on nails pressed into the strawberry ice cream pressed into the bowl. It’s a bridge too far.”
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Capri-Sun: Full Design
This week, in the annual Summer Issue, the Nass reflects on nostalgia for the iPhone 6, bends like a blade of grass, and writes poems from a Costco gas station.
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The Blades
“The body politic existed as it should; the blade grew to join the body as it should; the body bowed to the wind — all as it should.”