Byline: Katie Duggan

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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Peer Review

Since the beginning of time, editors at The Nassau Weekly have taken their pens to each other’s Common Application essays…

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Dreamscape

“When she dreamt of something, she dreamt of ballet.”

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Telescoping Place

places you have lived, places you know better than anyone else, places in your mind, places you could inhabit, what it means to exist within a place

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Sorry to Bother You review

“What the story lacks in cohesion and clarity, though, it makes up for in inventiveness and provocation. It seems intentionally on-the-nose that the protagonist’s name is “Cash Green,” as the film takes the inherent absurdity and selfishness of capitalism to the extreme.”

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Isle of Dogs review

“In any case, it is left up to the viewer to not get too lost in the dazzling visual spectacle of the film, and be sure to consider that despite the immaculate attention to detail, some details might still have been rendered invisible.”

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An Interview with Nass Co-Founder, Robert Faggen ‘82

Learning about the origins of the Nassau Weekly and how its first writers carved out a new journalistic space on campus in 1979.

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The Women of the Woody Allen Archives

Interrogating Woody Allen’s presentation of women, and defensive disclaimers that his work is merely satirical fiction.

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Telescoping Youth

Memories may fade as distance grows wider between ourselves and our young selves, but one thing remains constant: if we dig down deep into the recesses of our experiences, hold light up to the seeds of our current moment, brush off the dust, we might find something worth writing about.

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Schrödinger’s Lottery

“Maybe it was the cheap thrill of furiously scratching them with a quarter, and seeing all those shimmery silver shavings pile up.”

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GREG SIMONS HATES HIS SON

One man can pinpoint the moment his life went to shit.

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Suburbia in 8

A hometown reflection

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