A poem to celebrate Bwog’s seventeenth birthday.

Bwog turns 16 today! But how exactly did the birth go down in 2006?

A long, long 14 years ago, in the bowels of the Blue and White’s offices, a small campus news blog was born…

On January 30th, 2006, Bwog was born as the online baby of the Blue and White. Now, we are in our 12th year of reporting all Columbia student news, whether fit to print or otherwise. We all know the tweens can be a rough year, going through puberty and starting middle school and whatnot. So […]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BWOG! Today, you’re 11! We’ve had so much fun together over the years, and we’ve loved watching you grow into the confident and poised young blog you are today. Here’s to many more years together! Today, this January 30th of 2017, Bwog turns 11. And what a beautiful 11 years it’s been. We […]

Yeah. You’re Welcome. Or, actually, Peter Sterne should take credit. Thanks to him, we now have our very own geotag. From 7-9pm tonight, in both Lerner and John Jay, you can add the filter to your cool food pics or your artsy photos of the John Jay chandeliers (they may not be the Vampire Weekend chandelier, […]

In a belated celebration of Bwog’s 10th birthday, we present to you the (honest) experiences of former Editors-In-Chief. Next up is Maud Rozee, who served as co-Editor and Internal Editor during 2014; she holds nothing back.  First, let me acknowledge that I was likely the worst Bwog Editor-in-Chief of all time. I co-reigned for, what, four inglorious months […]

In honour of Bwog’s 10th birthday, our former Editors-in-Chief are returning to write about their experiences, both positive and negative, with Bwog. First up is Alexandra Svokos, who served in her honourable office during 2013. Below, she reflects on joining Bwog and how it has changed her life. For some reason over the last few […]

Eight years ago today, a ripple was felt throughout the Columbia community. People eating in dining halls lifted their noses in the air and smelled the sweet aroma of free food. Squirrels, rummaging in trash cans and running up trees, suddenly felt as if they were being watched. Morton Williams had the eerie premonition to […]