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Do You Know Him?

“The college world of connections, in my experience, warrants a different type of hassle though. You don’t lick cafeteria floors or have to humiliate yourself to get what you want. It’s more of making the effort of putting yourself out there, of making friends, meeting people, joining clubs.”

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The Personal Politics of the Draft: Nass Recommends Toni Morrison: Sites of Memory

What we can learn from a literary giant’s process of creation.

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On Memories, the Olfactory, and Untimely Death

Minutes before death, a writer reflects upon his life in smells.

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My Clouds

A writer finds comfort in movement.

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wearing weighted blankets

first semester, i read and wrote and p-setted, claimed dual residency in forbes and ncw so i could eat until my mouth and stomach begged “no more,” got home everyday to lovely humans who never fail to make me laugh … Read More

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things i could remember

blue cheese root beer jukeboxes servals william howard taft blue footed boobies whale sharks hash slinging slasher triple trapeze john wayne gacy the movie baby geniuses 2015 four loko gold crossfit delta 8 ipod nano (on which I once watched … Read More

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Bob Dylan

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Fun Fact: Rocky/Mathey Trivia is Downright Cutthroat

Tensions run high at the Wednesday-night event.

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PRINCETON WINS!: Full Design

This week, the Nass triumphs athletically, fails intellectually, and eats the entire lemon.

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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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Au

Last night I ingested my mother’s gold in hopes it would bring value to every worthless part of my body   I brought her bangles to my teeth and bit them so hard I drew blood holding them under my tongue … Read More

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On Lemons

The lemon was precious, as was every morsel of food that entered one’s house. I was raised to shudder at the mere thought of throwing away anything on my plate, encouraged to catch all the stray grains of kasha and watching my dad soak up every last bit of soup in his plate with the bread my mum baked like clockwork every few days.

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