Bwog In Bed: One Day Down, Eight Million More To Go

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Every morning until the end of finals, you’ll find Bwog in bed. Join us for a few minutes as we contemplate the damage done by yesterday’s procrastination, and sheepishly discard empty Cheeze-It boxes before our suitemates awake. Remember always:

Join our PJ party for a sec! Bring pancakes.

Bwogline: In light of reports that New York City windows are shedding their steel bars, the archives remind us of a 1906 Morningside Heights breaking and entering in which an intruder vandalized a woman’s “pet poodle’s Christmas tree.” (NYT)

Finals tip:  Save time on pesky shower breaks—bring your own large basin (and a fun selection of shampoos!) to Butler, and fill it with hot water from the cafe. Lather, rinse, repeat.

For more helpful insight during this stressful time, turn to Bwog’s twitter.

Overheard: A Music Hum teacher attempts a simile in a discussion regarding Jazz structure:

“It’s like… you know when you sing a Protestant Hymn…?”

Stressbustyourself: From 8 p.m. to 12 a.m., you can meander over to Butler 203 for a free back rub, courtesy of Columbia Stressbusters. B.y.o. mood lighting.

Bwog staffers meeting this morning to discuss the daily agenda via Wikimedia Commons.

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  1. Anonymous  

    Actually, if that's my Music Hum class, it was actually the teacher who said that.

    If it's not, then it's hilarious that Protestant hymn-singing is the standard way to explain structure in jazz.

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