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Simmer Down

I looked for library jobs and I looked for babysitting jobs but I found neither. Instead I landed a spot as a Recreation Supervisor for Princeton Intramural Sports (IMs).

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Honesty

History undisciplined.

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Nass Recommends (Pete Recommends?) “Bodys” by Car Seat Headrest

“Wherever you are, it’s no longer about the words but now about an ineffable energy that paradoxically grounds you and makes you feel weightless.”

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April Showers: Full Design

This week, the Nass hassles its way into a Miami club, where the room smells like gasoline and the music sounds like Dante.

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Photographic Memory

I have 5,570 photos on my iPhone from this summer in New York. That’s probably at least 4,570 more than I need.

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The Work of a University

An examination of Princeton’s support for its workers during the COVID-19 pandemic.

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Will You Be My Valentine?

Porter White I believe. If Charlie Brown has his Great Pumpkin, I have my Valentine Rabbit. Annually on the lustful February V-day, the Rabbit, fluff-relative to the Tooth Fairy & Co., descends to my parents’ house and bestows enigmatic heart-shaped … Read More

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Miriam Y. Holden Collection, Firestone Library Princeton, NJ

“When Women Look at Men / 8 Million Women Want / Women’s Rights”

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The Verse Debate, Part 1

In an episode of The Simpsons, Ned Flanders goes mad. Lashing out wildly at every person in the town of Springfield, Flanders’ acid tongue finally rests on Lisa Simpson, the town know-it-all. “And here is Lisa,” Flanders snaps, “Springfield’s answer … Read More

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On My Way to You

“Are you there yet? Hello, dear. I’m on / my way, lost myself at the intersection /
between the bottomless sea and the swan / that wanders between the traffic lanes.”

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Nasstrology: Valentine’s Day Edition

The Nass gives its lovelorn readers guidance for the greeting card industry’s favorite holiday.

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Soul Music

Hundreds of people are crammed into a tiny room and the room is pulsating—not in a figurative, metaphorical sense, but literally. Bodies bounce against each other, arms and legs thrash out angularly, and heads bang in unison.

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