It’s the end of your first year, and memories from the first day of LitHum begin to haunt you. How were you so behind on reading? One by one, your classmates entered the room and began discussing the many works of fiction and non-fiction that they had read over the summer. You couldn’t believe the […]

You know you’ve done it– walked into a dorm only to wince at shelf bereft except for core texts, felt an instant kinship with someone after glancing at their dog-eared copy of Infinite Jest, or discovered a friend’s closet nerd when confronted with a ledge full of Game of Thrones and Lord of the Rings books. In our […]

Keep your eyes open for the September issue of The Blue & White, coming soon to campus. Until then, Bwog will honor our heritage/amorous affair with our mother magazine by posting highlights of the upcoming issue online. Among the treats to look forward to: a litany of bizarre and outdated freshman hazing rituals, a conversation with a luminary on DIY […]

In case you don’t haunt the Times’ website like Bwog does, a quick (sad) note.    John Updike, American author (and frequent New Yorker contributor), died today at 76.  In light of this tragedy, Bwog provides an original, Smugopedia-style talking point:  “while some consider Updike’s everyday subjects unworthy of his characteristically intricate prose, his novels–the […]

I am not pretentious!! Maybe it’s because Columbia is pretentious.  This movie is not pretentious.  Stephen Merritt, on the other hand, is a touch pretentious. Wine does not have to be pretentious!

Or so fear the Columbians behind StudentsPrepAmerica, a new website aimed at preparing you for a plague of Seventh Seal-like proportions. Yet death won’t be privy to long, philosophical chess games on the beach this time around: according to the folks over at StudentsPrep (CC seniors Justin Kamen, Alex Diacou and Chris Baratta, for the […]

More stuff you shouldn’t have saved on public computers.  When the buzz gets a little throat, a little brass, a little sass—now we know it’s becoming a man. Not like a cheesy, wheezy clarinetist typing the Hora at the day’s third Bar Mitzvah reception. It’s starting to burst, like a cavalry’s accompaniment, sans jingoism.   […]