Bwog doesn’t have the cash to “pimp your room,” and we certainly don’t want to raid it and then date you. So we bring you the semi-weekly Thursday feature, the “Cribs-esque” Room Hopping, continuing with… Kyle (right) and Jesse C’09 say they are glad to be out of the “beehive” that was John Jay. “My […]

In which Julia Butareva engages with Postcrypt’s “Exhibition” exhibition. We know we leave our traces in cyberspace. They can be Googled in an instant, and more importantly Facebooked. It takes vigilance and strict use of privacy controls to keep our interests in “kayaking” and other outdoor sports hidden from public safety officials and potential employers. […]

Bwog correspondent Justin Gonçalves spotted some guerilla art in front of Butler this evening. It reads, “give me a podium to spread my hate” on the left hand and “i’m a racist, sexist, homophobic supporter of physical/mental/economic violence.  i am made of wood,” on the right. Interpretations?

Bwog always thought there was something high art about the lurid yellow and blue of MetroCards. In the token booth of the116th st. B/C subway station on Frederick Douglass Blvd., a geometric genius has made numerous tiny sculptures (twin towers, a crucifix, subway cars) all out of the little subway passes. They’re super cute. More […]