Dear kind, careless, caffeinated reader,

When I wake up at 7:30 a.m. on Oct. 12, it feels as though it’s the crack of dawn. I slowly stumble out of bed and spend the next five minutes trying to convince myself to be a functioning human being. But just a block over, people who have been up for hours already are unloading their trucks and bins onto stands that line Broadway outside the campus gates. It’s Thursday, and the Columbia Greenmarket is open...

The Eye continues Ogle: a series dedicated to celebrating the everyday and the ordinary.

The day that Gene Schafer happened to pass by his old business on 646 W. 131st St., a small bulldozer was clearing debris on what used to be the black rubber floors of his fitness center, ARC Athletics...

Music has never been a stranger to Peter Susser, director of undergraduate musicianship at Columbia. When he was younger, his father would host string quartet rehearsals in the living room where Susser would sit in the middle listening, enveloped by the noise, inundated with rhythm, melody, and buzz...

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

If this past year has taught me anything, it’s that I am incapable of being a “smooth” human being. The first “date” I went on this year set the tone for nearly every single one that followed: After having spent the first half of a double feature movie date awkwardly not discussing that it was, in fact, a date, I decided to make a move when I noticed that she was cold in the theater. But I couldn’t simply be so forward, could I? I didn’t want to leave her feeling uncomfortable if she wasn’t game...