#209
In Defense Of: 209
And they are judging.

The Mean Girls of 209 are watching you watch cat videos.

In our somewhat-regular feature In Defense Of, we bring much-needed support to the most maligned Columbia (or life) institutions. This week, sometimes studier Alexandra Avvocato puts her books aside to defend that most notorious of reading rooms: Butler 209.

As a freshman, I avoided Butler 209 like the plague. According to established wisdom, it was the one place to go if you didn’t want to get any work done. It was the spot to “socialize” in Butler, where all the “non-serious” workers went. (Now, I look back at younger me and think, Who the fuck do you think you are?) I was a die-hard proponent of the cloister-like side rooms of the 3rd floor, or the secluded tables on 5 where the sun never shone. As a self-deprecating respecting humanities major, I was taught to scorn the well-lit, normally arranged tables of 209 for the fake-ass pregame it was. There were also some dark whispers of 209 being populated exclusively by jocks, but let’s not go into that today.

Dive Deep

Ain’t No Party Like a 209 Party

Cause a 209 party is—educational. And from the looks of that label, it looks like this guy was nursin’ it for some time. Cheers, buddy.

Note the dual coping mechanisms: behind the beer hangs a Nightline flyer that reads, “I’ve got 99 problems and then some.”

Overalls Are So Hipster

Learned Foote reports from Butler 209:

Another photo after the jump.

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Orgo Night and Breakfast

Freshpeople, seniors, and everyone in between should attend one of Columbia’s most enjoyable traditions: CUMB’s 69th semiannual Orgo Night. Same Band time, same Band place: Butler 209, 11:59- but get there early, it gets crowded quickly and you might get locked out. Laugh at Columbia, sing “Roar, Lion, Roar,” and resume your studies. Send video, pictures, and your favorite one-liners to tips@bwog.net.

Oh also, we know it’s confusing, but remember not to scream tonight: Primal Scream is Sunday.

Also also: Midnight Breakfast will be in LeFrak Gym tonight. Barnard seniors get in at 11, all other Barnardians at 11:30, then the rest of CU at midnight.

Update, 10:40: We have word that the Red Bull fairies are back in action- there are cans of Red Bull under some desks in 209, plus someone with a green duffle bag full of Red Bull sitting at one of the personal desks- if you want one, ask him.

I’ve memorized every crack in the wall of the card catalogue room but sadly, nothing else…

Leo Gertsenshteyn reports:

A man in a banana costume just ran screaming through 209 Butler. Luckily, it has promptly returned to being an uneventful night of studying and NSA sex in the stacks.

And overheard in Butler Cafe:

Girl: Oh guess what! I’m soooo excited! I got my books on
Mesopotamia today!
Guy: Oh, cool. What class are they for?
Girl: Oh, they’re just fun books on Mesopotamia, for my own reading
pleasure.
Guy (a little caught off gaurd): Oh . . . I didn’t know they made
FUN books about Mesapotamia.
Girl: Don’t be silly! Are there any other kind!!??

The Final Days

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It’s been a rough week in Butler Library. Many of you, despite the librarians’ poster campaign, have been living at your desks, hemmed in by stacks of books and empty Red Bull cans, sustained only by sesame mix and bad pastries from Blue Java. The garbage cans mount up to the ceiling, and your sweat runs down the walls, imbuing the place with an unshakeable odor of despair.

Ok, not really. But some of your workspaces are kind of over the top, and we’ve captured a few of our favorites after the jump (does the sketchy person taking pictures behind you while you studied make sense now?)

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Band Geeks Storm Butler
orgo night!

Gautam Hans

The scent of anxiety oozing from Butler dissipated for about 30 minutes as the Columbia University Marching Band carried out its annual tradition of making chem majors’ lives miserable. Even though most of the orgo exams are next week. This semester, the band largely avoided campus personalities, but hit SHOCC, PrezBo, PrezBush, the West End, and Harvard with a sledgehammer. Some highlights:

- Bollinger put an embargo on Havana Central at the West End, forcing bar hoppers to take inflatable rafts out of Mexican waters from Nacho’s.

- In accordance with the Bush Administration’s “culture of losing,” Dianne Murphy was brought to replace Secretary Rumsfeld. And Scott McClellan was replaced by the Fox news ticker.

- Joe Anzalone is the Butler Masturbator (shhh!).

- Songs titled “I want to fuck you like a privileged majority” and “I hear you knocking, but you can’t get in to my Core Curriculum.”

- When Bollinger transfers to Harvard from his safety school to replace the Chauvinator, he’ll be thinking: “I’m sick of being yelled at by the Concerned Coalition of Students Concerned About Me Not Stopping Some Stupid Shit. Thank god these Harvard dipshits don’t have souls!”

By the end, people were dancing so hard that Bwog feared for the tables they stood on. Orgo Night is remarkable for two reasons: it’s one of two times all year that CUMB gets to feel cool, and one of the equally rare occasions where Bwog wipes away a tear at the ball of CU pride that swells in its chest. Could Columbia solve its much-ballyhooed spirit problem by having a round man in a blue and white polo loudly insult its consituent groups? Bwog ponders.