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Can we please not hear "Dave Eisenbach" and "sex" in the same sentence ever again

Choose-your-own mad libs

If all it took was "love and prayer" to make a good omelet...

A failure of fairnesss?

Andrew Delbanco, Columbia's favorite English professor and just about everybody's favorite social critic, has put down his more customary meditations on Melville, Lincoln and the like and instead pens his reflections on this year's election in the current issue of The New York Review of Books.

Although he focuses on what he calls the "race card," Delbanco touches on everything from the Dixiecrats and de Tocqueville to both his daughter's and his own career in education. If you're in one of his classes you're probably familiar with Delbanco's political credo already. If not, this piece offers insight from one of Alma's finest.

This week's New York Times Magazine features a bunch of professors dressed up in really expensive clothing. Why? "These professors make academia look good," was the explanation proffered.

Anyway, naturally this thing is called "Class Acts" and as you can imagine, it is wonderful.

Plus, one of the models is Columbia's own anthropology professor Michael Taussig (right), dressed to the nines in a dandyish Alexander McQueen cardigan.

A friend of a Bwog staffer recently attempted to check out a professor on www.culpa.org.

The professor--Robert Thurman--was not on the site.

Bwog contributor Ashley Nin took some time to compile the favorite jokes of a few professors. Hey, they're not paid for their senses of humor...

James Crapotta, Department of Spanish and Latin American Cultures, Barnard
A Mexican crosses the border to Texas, hoping to purchase a pair of socks. He goes into the first store that he sees, walks straight up to the storekeeper and says, "Señor, quiero calcetines." The storekeeper replies, "I'm sorry. I don't understand Spanish." The Mexican only repeats, "Señor, quiero calcetines." "Ok, I'll point to different things ans you tell me if it's what you want." He first picks up a jacket. "Is this what you want?" he asks the Mexican. "No, quiero calcetines!" The storekeeper then picks up a hat. "Is this what you want?" "No, no! Calcetines!" Finally, the storekeeper shows him a pair of socks. "Is this what you want?" "Eso sí que es!" The storekeeper looks at the Mexican, somewhat annoyed, and exclaims, "Why didn't you just spell it in the first place!"

More laughs after the jump!

So, the folks at Gothamist have brought this picture (via flickr) to our attention.

According to the information on flickr, this dude is a professor, and he's standing in the tunnels, our tunnels.

Does anyone know his name? Maybe we could send him in as a post-deadline entry to the IvyGate hot prof contest.

You know it's true: your professors are hot. Well, maybe not all of them. But, if like most of the rest of us, you've ever been sitting in class and were suddenly overwhelmed by the desire to have Molly Murray or Anders Stephanson come out from behind the lectern and give you a private tour of her/his office, whispering sweet bits of poetry and foreign policy in your ear, here's your chance to let the world know. IvyGate, everyone's favorite pan-ivy gossip blog, is running a contest to find our esteemed league's hottest profs. Who will it be? Bwog certainly hopes that the eventual honors will go to a Columbia intellect; with Simon Schama, Janaki Bakhle, Elizabeth Amann, and myriad others on our side, surely we have enough "talent" to clinch the title.