Category: Campus

A Letter to the Nobel Prize Winner

Dr. Doris Kearns Goodwin c/o Elizabeth Hayes Simon & Schuster, Inc. 1230 Avenue of the Americas New York, NY 10020 Dear Doris, The Nassau Weekly pauses its inexorable jubilations, ignited last Thursday morning with your wonderful news, to offer you … Read More

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Decca’s Revenge

So: a month ago, J.K. Rowling decided to out Dumbledore in front of a booked-solid Carnegie Hall. The audience gasped, and then burst into applause. The real surprise, though, is not Dumbledore’s “homosexuality,” but the fact that there could be … Read More

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Habermas Alive! Deleuze Resurrected

We wish to apologize for an error in our last issue. Jurgen Habermas is not, in fact, dead. He is alive and well. Not only this, but Gilles Deleuze, famed French anarcho-philosopher, is no longer dead. Upon reading our illustrative … Read More

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Won’t Get Fooled Again

I was eagerly leafing through a recent issue of the Economist magazine when I stumbled upon an article entitled “Presumed Guilty” that brought me to a full stop. The article concerned a new book, Until Proven Innocent, by Stuart Taylor … Read More

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Sweet Humps and Bumps

It was a dark and stormy night in a town that knows how to keep its secrets. The pavement was slick with forgotten promises and the air rank with dissolution and ambiguous morality.

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Silencio at Caffé Taci

Something bizarre is happening in the heart of the Village. Across the street from NYU’s ugly high-rise dorms and vintage-clad students, quite a different crowd is gathering. On the corner of Mercer and Waverly, middle-aged women with dramatic make-up and … Read More

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The Gay Bishop Speaks

Gene Robinson, the first openly-gay Episcopal bishop, came for a visit a few days ago. He led a service in the Chapel Sunday night, and lectured in McCosh the following afternoon. Posters went up advertising these events. I thought I’d … Read More

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Semper Piratus

Hampton University, glorious HBCU academic institution of heartland Virginia, shudders under the dominion of The Force. “What is The Force?” you may ask. It is not, in point of fact, anything associated with the brawny arm of government oppression, nor … Read More

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Girls Who Like Boys

Harvey Philip Spector might have fallen in love with Veronica Yvette Bennett on some late night in a recording studio, sometime around 1962. There were probably cigarettes smoked and fleeting glances exchanged. Most tempting to imagine is the two coming … Read More

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Fall of the House of Whitman

Due to a lack of any outer walls, a profusion of windows and the flammability of the complex (most inner surfaces are wood, not stone, no sprinkler system), a sufficiently swift and chaotic attack against Whitman could be successful with … Read More

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Decadence and Filth in Ho Chi Minh

“Hey, what’s with that guy?” I laughed, gesturing to a deeply tanned, middle-aged man who is dancing with two shady-looking Vietnamese women, one over six feet tall. We’re next to a small bar in the backpacker district of Ho Chi … Read More

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My Writer’s Block

I’ve finally begrudgingly admitted to myself that I am a bad writer. I’m particularly bad at writing dialogue, which I suppose underscores that I am a horrendous conversationalist, by which I mean I am hopelessly self-involved. I find this particularly … Read More

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