Study breaks go healthy. A chichi salad bar and cupcakes, too. Update: And even more free cupcakes on the ramps!

Participate in Bwog’s caption contest— the following photos from Columbia’s homepage are lacking good captions. Help them out! A. B.   Post your captions in the comments. Winners will receive a signed copy of the May issue of The Blue and White and everlasting Bwog glory.

Twins Go Through Midlife Crisis, Blow Each Other Up With Chemicals The Darker Side of Columbia: Bored At Butler, Bwog, Nazism Art Students Complain About Being Poor, Blame Art God Tells Marchers To Sleep On Ground, Forgets Permit

The Barnard Spring Party and Auction is coming up on May 8th and Bwog is drooling over the items up for auction. Bwog’s favorites: NAME A CHARACTER IN ANNA QUINDLEN’S NEXT BOOK Here’s an opportunity to be immortal: choose a name—your own, your child’s, a grandchild’s, or someone from your imagination—and best-selling author, Newsweek columnist, […]

Something To Which We Can All Respire Protesting the Breathless Just Take a Deep Breath and Yell Fuck You! (off the record)

The Opal Mehta scandal continues! Apparently not satisfied with plagiarizing from Columbia grad Megan McCafferty, Harvard sophomore Kaavya Viswanathan also lifted passages from Salman Rushdie’s 1990 children’s novel Haroun and Meg Cabot’s Princess Diaries. At least she chose well with the Rushdie. Learn all about it from our good friends at the Crimson.

  It’s 2pm the next afternoon and seniors are just starting to hungoverly roll out of bed. Notice we didn’t say “their” beds.   The Senior Dinner crowd last night was a mixture of the excellent (our friends) and the obnoxious (everyone else). A series of speakers were ignored until Quigley appeared on stage. Launching […]

Sharp-eared tipsters relayed these juicy conversational fragments: Overheard during the Varsity Show intermission in reference to the orphan fundraiser thing: Guy: You stole from an orphanage?! Transvestite (or so we think): I didn’t know it was an orphanage! I didn’t even know orphans existed! I thought they were one of those made-up things! Overheard before […]

The LLC: always a treasure trove of crazy shit. First, Bwog ran across boxes begging for the anonymous return of John Jay plates, silverware, and salt and pepper shakers, like those boxes at summer camp where counselors told you to put your drugs when no one was looking, no questions asked. I mean, we all […]

As Bwog was passing by the Senior Dinner on South Lawn tonight, it caught sight of the waiters filling pitchers with water. With a hose. From a spigot in the ground. That’s “gray water,” right? Ew. Just for fun, Bwog inquired. The two people guarding the entrance of the tent asserted that the same caterer […]

Apparently some students have a little too much spring fever to study in the library. But will chalk on the Van Am quad = success on next week’s orgo test? Bwog sure hopes so.

Oh, the scandal! According to Bwog’s Lit Hum teacher, a positively Virgilian battle took place at a meeting this morning in preparation for this Friday’s final, which is written by committee. Apparently, there is disagreement over how best to torture freshmen. But besides squabbling over exam content, every two years the syllabus undergoes revision. This […]

Bwog Correspondent Mark Holden reports: The Big Kiss II went down last Saturday, this time at the Whitney Museum. Apparently, an art professor thought it would be hilarious if a bunch of college kids started smooching in the middle of his exhibition. Which is exactly what happened. This Big Kiss didn’t achieve the Low Steps […]

Apparently, Columbia thinks that we’re getting a little fat. The ice cream case in Uris Deli, stocked full of neatly-stacked, attractive-looking Häagen-Dazs, Nestle Crunch and various other tempting frozen novelties that are begging to be eaten, is locked. Because we didn’t really need it anyway. In other food news, Bwog overheard someone in the burger […]

Oh, you wild seniors, you. How many times must you be warned? You made them so mad that she forgot about subject-verb agreement. Read her letter after the jump.