OK, not forever, but for the semester at least, and Professor Jackson's concluding session contained a bonanza of "editorials" for the gathered masses in 417 IAB.

On why people aren't moving to the suburbs to get away from Jews, Italians, and black people any more because of 9/11: "I think Americans are simpleminded. We can only hate one people at a time."

On why a later average age of marriage draws people to the cities: "When I was your age, you got married. Partly for sex, but partly to play house...Once you've gotten gotten married and had sex, you've got a baby, and the suburbs are starting to look a lot better."

"If you're not married, you don't want to stay home and take care of the stuff, you want to be like Carrie or Samantha."

The class clapped for a long time after he finished the lecture. What a charmer!

On Thursday, about 250 cyclists in varying states of physical fitness departed on the annual All Night Bike Ride, led as ever by the indefatigable Kenneth Jackson. Bwog has just recently recovered.

We started at the sundial, and departed under cover of darkness with a police escort and even a volunteer ambulance to take care of the weak. After the t-shirts were dispensed and waivers collected, the peloton departed in a whooping mass through the Amsterdam Gates, proceeded down Morningside Drive, and made its way over to Central Park West. What followed was an epic journey down the length of Manhattan, with adrenaline barely serving to keep some of us awake after a long week.

More photos and a sadly incomplete chronicle of the trip after the jump.