Category: Reflections

“If You’re in a Hole, Stop Digging!”: Dr. Phil Gone Wrong and The Monopoly of Pop Psychology

A Nass writer digs into the emptiness of personality tests as a substitute for mental healthcare.

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Georgian Roads

After my brother’s ten-minute soliloquy on Karl Popper, I had lost track of his connection with George Soros or Georgia.

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Absurdistan

Last night, the carrier rocket sent a special container with the sacred symbols of Turkmenistan: the flag and the unique philosophical work by Saparmurat Niyazov, Ruhnama, to the near-earth orbit from the Baikonur space center. Ruhnama is a messenger of … Read More

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Frugality

I’ve missed out on a lot of things due to lack of money. As bad as that sounds, I often forget about it. But there are times I am reminded. This will be about those moments I am reminded, not in a melancholy sort of way, not a boo-hoo story about being the pauper of the town, but instead as an account of how I curiously grew into a frugal lifestyle; how I couldn’t afford things, and how that resulted in me not wanting them.

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Tales from the Village of Hommlet

“When I was young, I plunged a fork through Reason’s knee, and smote her atop a hill with electrical pylons.”

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Nasturtiums

“They were like glass eyes, not really looking at me but looking beyond me. And that was the moment the cold sweat washed over me. This wasn’t Max. He wasn’t here.”

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A Taste for Iron & Wine

When Samuel Beam, better known by his stage name Iron & Wine, sidled his way onto the Peter J. Sharp stage at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, the crowd of New Yorkers in the auditorium took in a collective breath and began to applaud.

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Mother Tongue

My ears picked up on it the moment I walked through the entryway. As I walked up the staircase to the lecture hall, I could clearly make out sentences of the conversation being had behind me. It felt out of place to me, belonging to a different time and place.

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Notary Phone

Like any child of the millennium I’ve moved through several cell phones. Each served as a safety blanket, a confidant, a sort of external hard drive for my social life.

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Things Unsaid

“11. you never smiled that widely when you were with me”

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How to Visit Home from a Movie Theater

A Nass writer reflects on her family’s connection to a recent film.

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Starseeds

I first met AJ over Honey-Nut Cheerios in the cluttered kitchen of my aunt’s So-Cal home.

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