Early this morning, Bwog traveled toward Butler to begin a miserable Sunday of studying. And lo, Hawkma, our star of the sky, appeared. Hawkma wasn’t alone, however. She was joined by another avian friend who shortly flew over to John Jay (was it Hawkpa? Hawkma II? We aren’t sure of Hawkma’s sexual preferences) as he/she […]

“As a man, I’m flesh and blood; I can be ignored, I can be destroyed. But as a hawk… as a hawk I can be incorruptible. I can be everlasting.”—Hawkma