Category: Arts

Bicentennial Brother

David demarcated his territory on the waiting room chairs with assorted belongings: here a pencil, here a pair of sunglasses, here a pillow in a blue terrycloth sleeve…

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Comics

Some comics for your Sunday pleasure.

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Belh m’es quan vey camjar lo senhoratge

I am happy when lordships change again, when the old let their homes go to the young― men can leave behind so many children one must earn a name that may be sung; then I am happy, the world now … Read More

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A Hopeless Place

By Rihanna.

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Dyad: Semi-automatic Writing

1 I never knew if the air opened above our heads or scattered from the sunshine of a thousand bloody gods + feet + lambskin gloves the size of fish to come of streams + lakes + faucets in the … Read More

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July 11, 2003: Ballymacash Burning

The night is an exercise in harmony, a lesson in primary colors: Billy, ten, clutches a bottle of WKD blue, rubs his fast-ruddying face. When he lifts his arm for posterity, the salute calls the flame to crawl down the … Read More

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Conversation

It’s like a death, but it’s worse. Because this is the last time I’ll speak with you and we’re both angry. I’m yelling something, but I’m looking at the rumple between your mouth and your nose, watching it as you … Read More

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One Man’s Hunt for the Retro Vest of Tomorrow

Writer’s note: I typed this thing before seeing Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and then after I saw it I felt scooped. So don’t get hung-up about it, just be fascinated by how much all this stuff is in the ether, as they say.

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Extremely Literary and Incredibly Alumni

About ten days ago, the Nassau Weekly’s editor in chief Jacob Savage interviewed (via telephone) Princeton’s most recent wunderkind, Jonathan Safran Foer ’99, author of the critically acclaimed best-seller Everything is Illuminated, and the recently published Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.

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Cartoons, Caption Contest, & Art

Some cartoons for your Sunday pleasure.

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Again My Hyperactive Intelligence

I’ve been here for forty days. Each day is the same, by which I mean they are all different. The walls of my room are supposed to be beige, but they’re not. They’re grey. I tried to draw the solar … Read More

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The End of the Hanging Basket

“Mr. Stone was commissioned by the mayor of London to design a “dry garden” of plants and flowers that use less water because England, widely associated with drizzle, is actually drying up.” “LONDON IS SO DRY,” Wall Street Journal, July … Read More

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