Some spaces on Columbia’s campus are liminal. Some are profane. Some invite a Bwog post by a Barnard writer literally every day. But a few spaces are just downright cursed. This writer, currently nearing the end of her most recent all-nighter on the eighth floor of Butler, believes this space belongs in that third category. […]
I Bid Farewell To My Beloved Sweet Corn Turtle Chips
April 18, 2026Cooking With Bwog: I Just Made Some Bullshit
April 18, 2026Bwoglines: MTA Bus Edition
April 14, 2026International Contemporary Ensemble: A Concert Of New, Experimental Music
April 11, 2026