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Deershit? No, Deerhoof

If you’re privy to certain circles, Deerhoof are called the greatest band in the world. If you’re not, you’ve probably never heard of them. My friend overheard a guy call them “Deershit” when they opened for Wilco. In one way … Read More

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White Noise

“I look at him. He doesn’t look at me. Just stares straight ahead. He shuts his eyes for a moment, and at first I’m afraid he’s not going to open them again.”

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The Decisive Moment

What realizations, I wondered, were the museum’s visitors making as they wove through the halls of the MOMA. Like myself, they had come to see _The Modern Century_, a collection of 300 works by famed photographer Henri Cartier-Bresson. While I … Read More

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Review: DJ Ezra Klein Chopped Not Slopped Indie-Hits Compilation (Best New Music)

“The EP offers a respite from the world. If only for a moment.”

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Her Lady Bits

I have been many things throughout my tenure at Princeton—a human, a tiger, a journalist, drunk—but I have never been a lady. Through no fault of their own, approximately one half of mankind never experiences the triumphs and challenges of womanhood, and I am destined to remain among them.

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Why Pete Davidson?

Reflecting on Pete Davidson’s fame and use of self-deprecating humor.

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Three Poems

Ad Pulcherissimam Fireassam Mariannam These humid days Tend to craze More than desert sun. But if her heat Will join this heat Then come come Delirium! The Beautiful Bain of My Existence (Jonesin’) We’re all struck soon or late, you … Read More

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Machine Dreams

A mercenary for Psychology.

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Translating Elena Isaeva

Elena Isaeva has been translated into various European languages, but has never been published in English.

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From Sleepers to Sweepers: Princeton Curling’s Unlikely Redemption Arc

A dark horse of college curling finally receives their flowers.

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When I was 16, I was Hot

The first months of freshman year went by so quickly. I hooked up with the guy who became my boyfriend within days of arriving on campus, and my friends and I managed to garner the attention of what seemed like … Read More

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Rose Hips and Judgment in Hermeneutics

Walking down Nassau Street last Wednesday towards my home on Bank Street, I passed a tall young man wearing short shorts and speaking French to a shorter young man wearing short shorts. The tall man had a red tote bag slung over his shoulder. I had no choice but to follow him.

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