Bwog was at a loss; it’s a lot harder to shake “Bweckfast with Bwog” out of your head than you’d think. But, as we verged on a nervous bweakdown, the hot dog machine in Lerner suddenly burst into life, and written in the ketchup of the miracle was our answer! And so for the first time, we give you the morning BwogLines.

Community’s doors are NOT closed permanently, but after a rough summer, plenty of others are. (Spec)

No one wants the smokers. Soon, both campus rules and NYC law may force them all into life on the street. (Spec, NY Times)

Let’s fight about it! I mean, Vampire Weekend’s new album is called “Contra.” (Pitchfork)

Democratic City Councilman Tony Avella’s life got a little easier last night, but probably not for the reason he’d prefer. (NY Daily News)

It’s hard out there for a hipster, what with the Mormons picking up after you, shrinking trust funds, and the rising popularity of potbellies. (Gothamist)