If you read Bwog, you hopefully read the Blue and White. If you read that, you may read the New Yorker. If you read that, you probably read the Talk of the Town, which means you've definitely read the writing of Lauren Collins, who is stopping by St. Paul's Chapel at 9 p.m. this evening to chat with us, take questions, and so on. All are invited; there will be light refreshments.

Monday night at 9 p.m., Talk of the Town writer, general New Yorker feature contributor, and Bwog super-fan Lauren Collins will be stopping by our weekly meeting in the basement of St. Paul's chapel to chat about writing, life, etc. Please come, we'll look more popular if you do! (This time, we're serious.)

Bwog has just bought tickets for the New Yorker festival.

Some highlights:

• Zadie Smith!
  
• BC alum Jhumpa Lahiri!
• Parent of Justin Theroux Paul Theroux!
• Spring Awakening-hater Jonathan Franzen!
• Padma Lakshmi-ex Salman Rushdie!
• Miranda July )) <> ((
• Ayaan Hirsi Ali and Martin Amis on the topic of monsters (Bonus: almost guaranteed appearance of Christopher Hitchens in audience!)

In which freshman correspondent Dan D'Addario explains the perils of (gasp!) leaving campus to watch a movie at Midtown.

On a recent Sunday night, I decided to indulge a strange passion of mine — going alone to the movies. I think I decided this was a great idea when I read a New Yorker essay a few years back by one of the literary Jonathans in Brooklyn entitled "Alone at the Movies." Going alone to the movies is more than just socially awkward and weird; it's both an act of rebellion and a means of more fully experiencing the film through one's own eyes. I'm going to assume, though, that Jonathan Franzen / Ames / Lethem / Safran Foer did not go to the 8:35 showing of Little Children at the AMC Lincoln Square.

The Lincoln Square itself is a great theater. The seats are roomy, the bag-searching policy is lax enough to provide for cheap Raisinets to be munched at pivotal plot points, and the random displays of costumes from films from the late eighties and early nineties will make you think you're at the Planet Hollywood in Omaha. Indeed, it's what a movie theater should be.