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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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Don’t Sweat the Bullshit…and it’s ALL Bullshit

How many times have you heard a friend or acquaintance congratulate herself on her ability to bullshit?
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Funny thing: currently, the best-selling book at the U-Store is called On Bullshit.

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Letter from the Editors 4/22

Dear Readers, Hello! We’re so happy to see you all. It’s been a whole week but you still smell exactly the same and you look only marginally worse. We open our pages to you—you lovely readers who support the little … Read More

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Being There

Egypt is the place to be right now. Personally, I don’t want to be there, but it is certainly the best place to be. I am jealous of those who are there right now. Before I explain why, a little … Read More

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Infinite Prospects – Full Design

In this week’s special issue highlighting writers and artists of color, the Nass goes to the grocery, likens music to love, and washes with public soap.

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The Wine of Astonishment

“Church music” for a Haitian in Trenton means a trumpet player dressed like Miles Davis, a twelve-year-old boy on a drum set, a trombonist, and a lady in purple wailing, singing, shouting, and dancing like Aretha Franklin. No droning organ … Read More

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I Was a Teenage Baby Sitter

Radiant, apple-cheeked Zelda Harris was a high school senior when I first met her during Pre-Frosh Weekend 2003. We were standing together awkwardly with Amy Widdowson—Zelda’s host and a friend of mine—on the gray gravel path behind Nassau Hall that … Read More

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Dear Editor,

While walking behind Nassau Hall, I saw a single piece of paper fall from a second-floor window above me. It started towards the ground slowly, and I watched as torrents of air swept the paper left and right and up … Read More

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Sis Visit

On the night before Valentine’s Day, I ran to the Dinky in the frigid February air, wondering for the hundredth time how life would be different if my sister had gone to Princeton.

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A Toast Well-Browned

For one woman, perpetually disheartened by dining hall desserts, a new discovery prompts renewed enthusiasm, and, dare we say, rekindled emotion.

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Sync or Swim – Full Design

This week, the Nass wiles away the summer months by going to the movies, eating ice cream, and jetting off to space.

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Requiem for a Dream

Given that “human,” in a biological sense, is just one step in some grander evolutionary process, Arthur C. Clarke wondered whether we might one day ditch our corporeal forms entirely and “live” forever as non-physical entities. One day, maybe, but not soon enough for the idea’s originator – Clarke is dead at the age of ninety.

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