Byline: Peter Taylor

How to Talk to Your Friend about Jordan Peterson (and Social Justice)

The challenges of friendship with a fan of Jordan Peterson.

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Rub-A-Dub-Dub, Two Men in a Tub: Ruminations on Male Nudity

In which the author travels, bathes, and contemplates.

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Peter Taylor ’22 Reflection

“I had made a positive impact on someone else; I had connected through my words to another mind, another person.”

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Revisiting Lady Day: Nass Recommends the Billie Holiday Catalogue

“That subtlety doesn’t just reside in her vocal technique, though. It’s an emotional subtlety that permeates the very essence of any of her recordings.”

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“Like we’re just as young as we used to be”: The Maturation of Taylor Goldsmith

A profile of the lead singer and songwriter of Dawes in anticipation of their album coming out October 2nd.

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“That Tender Infinity” : Or, Fifteen Vignettes on Love

“When I saw him again for the first time in nearly thirteen months, we chatted as though no time at all had passed, as though we were still standing there, waiting for the train to arrive.”

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Brooklyn Nine-Nine and the Limits of the Liberal Imagination

Wherein a Nass writer looks at the popular sitcom from a more radical angle.

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Someday I’ll Come Back to Peter Taylor

“Remember how lovely / Your dreams once were, filled with sandcastles /
made from stolen buckets on a beach /
Long since nationalized.”

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Will Toledo, Roberto Bolaño, and Some Notes on Growing Up

A senior looks back on his time at Princeton, as it comes to an end.

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“I Find Writing Very Painful”: An Interview with Nathan J. Robinson

A Nass writer sits down with Nathan J. Robinson, Editor of ‘Current Affairs’.

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Perfect Songs

“The dead linger after their passing in the memories of those who knew them; this poem, however, lingers only on my hard drive, contextless and adrift in the sea of my thoughts and memories.”

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What I Remember of Philadelphia: An Incomplete, Random List

“On those evenings, I fancied myself a tortured artist, sipping a Coors Light and stewing in the majesty of my ideas. I even wrote some of them down.”

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