It’s late. You’re up. We’re all going to die. Don’t you understand? Most stressful. Most. Nothing good will ever happen ever.
Best part of your day: It’s at least somewhat over.
Worst part of your day: My TA fled the country. There will be no office hours for the final project. Also, if you look back at my 1:11′s, you can clearly see a man losing his mind. More »
I know this is on the front page, but this picture made me so happy I had to post it again. I think in the sixties everyone looked like they were in a meme.
Weather: High thirties to low forties. Not a lot of wind. Not a lot of anything. Somewhat of an unday.
Event of the day:
Columbia University’s Dual Degree Master’s Program in Journalism and Computer Science Information Session
Time: 12:00 noon to 1:00 p.m. (Lunch will be served)
Location: Journalism Building, Room 202
Registration is closed, but they’ll probably let you in anyway. I’m gong mostly out of curiosity as to what that could possibly be.
It’s late. You’re up. Everyone has finals during finals period, but I have all of mine within the next week. While at first I was outraged, I was informed that they were not in fact in-class finals, merely tests. Tests that replace the final. More »
Oh, so this is what being an adult is like.
While it’s not quite fun, per se, it does have its own charm. There are classy drinks, and even some seasonal decor — tasteful, of course, none of that snowflakes and rainbows shit — and the mood is generally festive, even if it’s a little forced. Ha, someone you’re talking to has a delightful anecdote about their amazingly awesome life. You get to be the moon to their sun in the conversation: sure, they’re vastly more brilliant and likeable, but people can see you now, what with all that reflected light. Ha ha ha, oh how droll, yes I’ll have another cocktail.
You think that there’s an award or something coming up, it’s hard to be sure, exactly, and everyone’s having so much sophisticated fun, so why bother worrying? Oh look, it’s your friends, they’re having martinis, what a lovely drink. The semester is almost over and you are all reflecting back on your many accomplishments and everything is going great and we’re all having a good time and BAAAAAAAAAW!!!!! More »
Good morning everyone. Thanksgiving has come and gone, which means there’s officially nothing between you and a series of three-hour, Columbia logo emblazoned, baby-blue Cthulus. Or papers, if you majored in something unemployable.
It’s late. You’re up. Are you? Probably. I am. I like to sleep more than the average bear, ergo you are probably awake.
Best part of my day: Extension city. To be fair, I deserved it.
Worst part: I get to stress over that for the rest of the weekend.
Here’s some news: Government is in reruns, change the channel.
Other Ivies exist: Mostly to give us provide us with awesomeness. (Is UTS Columbia? Does Schrödinger’s cat eat mice?). Also, to ape their betters.
Slightly pathetic novelty twitter of the week: @justin_halpern: Author of shitmydadsays. Not really pathetic, but look at the follower count for that vs. his own. His dad is so much more popular than he is.
The end: I’m sick of hearing about the banned band scandal, so here’s a video completely unrelated to Columbia football.
If you’re a fan of long-winded emails or just on way too many listservs, your emailing dreams may have been crushed at some point in the past by Cubmail’s pitiless storage limit. Now CUIT has a solution: four times the space.
CUIT has increased the storage capacity on Columbia’s main mail system to
1GB from 250MB, giving you more room to store messages.
The increased quota is visible in the top bar of the CubMail page once you
log in. The new quota will appear as “1000.00MB.”
All accounts have already been upgraded.
Those who need additional space can request it at email@example.com.
For more information about CubMail and Cyrus, go to:
You might not notice the increase if you’re using one of the unsupported workarounds, but it’s yours nonetheless.
It’s a few months into the semester and fun is rather thin on the ground. When you want to go out, it’s always “Sorry, I have a paper,” or “Sorry, I’m too much of a sissy and an awful person.”
Weather: Low 40s. The sun gives no warmth, and it will be said that Christ and his saints sleep.
Event of the day:
Up For Interpretation
James Room, 4th Floor Barnard Hall, Barnard College
Quentin Skinner and Christopher Ricks discuss evidence—and reasoning about evidence—within literary studies and the history of ideas.
It’s late. You’re up. So am I, I guess. I’m not asleep so that’s the default. This article about why engineering student students drop has been blowing up my news feed, so I guess I’m going to talk about it for a while. Besides being a sad little Gretchen Wieners by trying to make STEM happen NYTimes lays out the argument that everyone quits the sciences because it’s super hard and all the other majors tempt them away with easy grades. More »