Feeling like procrastinating for midterms? If your answer is no, mad props. But we have something fun for you to procrastinate with anyway! Butler-themed Bingo boards!!!   Creation of all Bingo Boards courtesy of Maia Berlow

Power procrastinator Robert Sheardown decided to use Butler for a social experiment rather than studying. Think Columbians take their studying way too seriously? Find out what happens when precious Butler’s silence (lol is Butler ever REALLY silent?) is interrupted.  Butler Library – serene, peaceful, studious, and apparently impervious to the sound of Nicki Minaj’s Anaconda […]

Tonight we explore a place of WikiCU lore: the Butler basement/tunnels. Don’t try this at home, kids, though we know you want to. The entry: There are two ways we saw to get to the basement: through the first floor of the stacks (restricted to library staff) and through the X staircase on the northwest side […]

We heard about a sexpert, a master of hooking up in our favorite library, so we joined him for a personal tour of the sexiest spots in Butler. Bwog and the legend—let’s call him “Jerry” to get the “BJ” effect in the dialogue— met in Butler’s majestic lobby, shook hands, and got down to business. Bwog: […]

Hopefully most of you bid adieu to Butler for 2013, so let this be more of a reflection upon your actions of the past few weeks. Below is a definitive guide to snacking in Butler and the public shaming that goes along with it. If you ever brought halal into 210, Momma Bwog will forgive […]

Have you been spending absurd chunks of time hiding out in Butler and leaving your papers strategically scattered when you take a lunch break? Feeling guilty? Don’t! Camping Connoisseur Katherine Nevitt is here to defend you. We’ve all complained about the impropriety of pitching tent in Butler. And yet at the same time, we’ve all been Milstein […]

In today’s analysis of Butler pastries, we have the carrot loaf cake. Is it just Bwog, or is “mmm….carrot-y” the most passive-aggressive description of a pastry ever? At least there are no doubts that this loaf cake is rooted in vegetables.

Happy Sunday night! For the first time this semester, Bwog trooped over to Butler to ask random and personal questions to the brave/academically dedicated souls who were already spending their evenings there. (Full disclosure: Bwog hasn’t been to a library this year except to buy a Naked smoothie.) We asked the people, “What are you […]

In our continuing coverage of the rooms you’re reading this in, we bring you that room up on the fourth floor of Butler, the George and Jesse Siegel Reading Room. Ah, the fourth floor of Butler: just high enough that you’ll sweat if you take the stairs and you’ll feel slightly guilty if you take […]

Are we really the only ones who masochistically love late-night lucubration in Butler? The taste of the corn muffins from Butler Café, especially after they’re a bit stale because then they don’t crumble so much? Whizzing by 45 steps on the banister from the third to the second floor? The extremely bright or dim “mood” […]

We all hate Butler campers — and we all are Butler campers. One brave bitch going crazy, though, has had enough with the vicious cycle and the abandoned backpacks. Don’t be scared by the latent rage present, though; the heart at the end means that they really do like you, don’t worry, and they’re not […]

Last week, Bwog asked Sunday night Butler residents if they were happy. This week, we wondered what they would rather be doing. Here are your replies: Guy in polo: “Hanging out with friends.” Girl with cool scarf and really white teeth: “Raging on a beach at a party.” Girl with warm fuzzy jacket: “I’d be […]

Tonight, Bwog bumped around Butler, asking one question: “Are you happy?” Here is what you said. A guy walking into 209: “Yes, because I think I’m in the right place, doing the right thing.” A man on the second floor: “Moderately. [shrugs] That’s kind of an awkward question to ask in a library.” One of your friendly […]

Once the backwater of Columbia’s depressive, sex-deprived Internet underbelly, BoredatButler lingered, neglected or scorned by most students, until it was mothballed a few years ago. Other Ivies embraced the hyper-anonymous format—Dartmouth has BoredatBaker (part of the once-great boredat empire), and Cornell has Ezrahub (which broke the Pornell story)—, while Columbia was torn asunder by a dozen […]

Morningside Heights may have spent all summer heaving great sobs of loneliness, but it isn’t about to greet newcomers and returning students with super puffy eyes. On the contrary, it’s been having quite a bit of work done. Send any minutiae we missed to tips@bwog.com.