Gentrify this! Okay. And they’re off! Much awaits: Mudslinging! Pettiness! Wedgies! Show me the money! Or not. Even things that aren’t that sexy are still important.

Heard, shrieked, in the SGO: “You’re not a Republican! You don’t know the secret handshake!”

We swear we found this digitalia in Hartley, not Uris. I love money. I love spreading it all over my hardwood floors and walking barefoot on them, the dollar bills sticking to my feet. It makes me feel like a woman. No. Like a goddess.

The Bwog has been receiving word all day that kids on the College Confidential discussion board have been finding yesterday’s post on admissions letters very tasty. Do they like the photos? Are they even more excited now to hear the news? No. They are using the photographic proof that FedEx picked up the packages to […]

Bwog just saw big name Anthro Comp Lit Prof Spivak slumped against the window next to the bookstore turnstile entrance to Lerner, talking on the payphone (that we didn’t even know existed). Can the world’s foremost translator of Jacques Derrida not afford Verizon? She looked dazed and confused.

Professor Wm. Theodore de Bary, C ’41, beloved octogenarian professor, in Nobility & Civility class: “My ancestors fought in the Crusades, along with Richard the Lionhearted. *pause* As you can see, some of them survived.” His grandfather.

Tao Tan reports: The Alexander Hamilton Medal, an award presented annually to accomplished CC alums at a $600-a-plate dinner, is now available on eBay. As a paperweight.

We wouldn’t have gotten in this year. Why that makes me hungrier than a box full o’ bobcats! Burn shit down! Throw student leaders into the blaze! Ringing in the Spring! Bollinger…hater?

What with the cockroaches, and mice, and bedbugs, Columbia seems to have a real pest control problem. Luckily, Housing is taking care of those sea critters in Hartley the best way they know how. Oil spill! Picture and tip courtesy Mark Holden

Today, the admissions office sent off admissions letters to all those eager Columbia wannabees. Bwog asks the important question: Admission Letter, Where are You?

A Bwog correspondent overheard some kids, probably future Columbians, as they looked at the Steps: Kid #1: Oh my God! How many people are there?! Kid #2: Probably about 50,000. Kid #3: I’d say it’s got to be 100. Yeah, it looks like 100. Kid #2: No, it’s definitely 50,000.

For those with a hankering, Girl Scouts are selling cookies in Lerner from 5-7 pm.

Perfect ending to a sunny day. Free sandwiches of all sorts at the Lerner information desk (by the exit doors). UPDATE—THEY’RE GONE, FOLKS!

Jim Williams reports: A recent event in Noha Radwan’s Contemporary Islamic Civilization lecture causes this Blue and White correspondent to wonder whether certain students are making a feeble attempt to revive Prangstgrüp or whether said students are merely assholes. About 20 minutes into class, a college-aged male who may or may not attend Columbia University […]

63 degree weather brings out the reptile in all of us. Lounge space on the Steps has become as rare as a Butler alcove during finals, and students have taken their readings and conversations to campus’ more obscure perches…let the sun burn away your housing woes, not your lily-white (or brown, or pleasingly tan) skin!