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 doubts that the vaguely carnivorous lamp outside Butler actually crashed onto an unsuspecting sitter yesterday. But it does make you worry just a little. 

Really. Last time Bwog posted gossip, a tipster’s professor singled him out in class; he was very flustered.  A stressed-out student declared, “This year I will either die or become a Campus Character.” Professor Eric Foner, commenting on how the Immigration and Naturalization Service’s U.S. citizenship test accepts two answers to the question of what […]

The days of granola bars and Starbucks cups are over, sayeth the librarians–effective next week, if you want to eat, you’ve got to join the line at Blue Java. According to the information desk, the decision was made a few weeks ago, when the Head Librarian noticed a guy bringing a slice of pizza through […]

As of the time of this post, Columbia’s band of guerilla videographers has garnered 83,641 views of its prank on Columbia’s studious studentry over at YouTube, launching it to 65th place on the site’s weekly ratings. Pretty good for a piece with no poorly drawn cartoon characters speaking in Japanese! Bwog would submit, however, that […]

Cheers! Bwog won’t have to start the school year without its third favorite study distraction (after Facebook and this craziness). Bored at Butler, which went underground shortly after the end of classes, is gathering input for a relaunch, and wants to hear from YOU! (For the uninitiated in Generation ’10: the site, affectionately known as […]

Just in case you haven’t been around to ogle at the cocoon that currently cradles our Beloved Butler library, here are a few snapshots. According to the library’s, always helpful website the building should emerge from its tough outer casing by Fall 2007.

Leo Gertsenshteyn reports: A man in a banana costume just ran screaming through 209 Butler. Luckily, it has promptly returned to being an uneventful night of studying and NSA sex in the stacks. And overheard in Butler Cafe: Girl: Oh guess what! I’m soooo excited! I got my books on Mesopotamia today! Guy: Oh, cool. […]

You. Shakin’ your thang. Three minutes. Butler group study room #407. Party time: 12:02 AM TONIGHT Do it.

It’s been a rough week in Butler Library. Many of you, despite the librarians’ poster campaign, have been living at your desks, hemmed in by stacks of books and empty Red Bull cans, sustained only by sesame mix and bad pastries from Blue Java. The garbage cans mount up to the ceiling, and your sweat […]

Gautam Hans The scent of anxiety oozing from Butler dissipated for about 30 minutes as the Columbia University Marching Band carried out its annual tradition of making chem majors’ lives miserable. Even though most of the orgo exams are next week. This semester, the band largely avoided campus personalities, but hit SHOCC, PrezBo, PrezBush, the […]

Apparently a group of kids in the group study room on the fourth floor of Butler have been doing handstands against the wall for the past twenty-five minutes. Which is probably in the sixtieth or so percentile in terms of weird shit that’s gone down in those rooms.

Thank you, Anthony Pucillo, for exposing the sheer ridiculousness of self-promoting student authors! Unless, of course, you were serious. When Bwog first saw this poster, it rejoiced: the librarians actually care about us! They want us to sleep and sit in the sun and live healthy lives! Actually, they just want us to get our […]

Apparently, much went down on campus during break. Disconnected from e-mail while we tanned with Grandma Bwoggette down in Florida, we only just came upon this missive from Chris Beam: It’s 10:55 p.m. There are, as I speak, four guys from Psi U performing an a capella rendition of “It’s Hard Out Here for a […]

Once upon a time, Columbians dared to dream. Musicals in Butler Library. Silent dance parties on South Field. Pornography clubs at Acivities Day. Those dreamers constituted Prangstgrüp. And it pains Bwog to learn that few Columbians today are aware of the sauciest avant garde prankster group to ever mock Columbia. True, most of Prangstgrüp’s members […]