Non alius claudus blog stipes*

* roughly translated: "not another lame blog post"

Harvard, Columbia, Penn, and now Princeton. Despite Rock's best efforts, not a lot of the ivy is rubbing off on these literary efforts.

Princeton is a blue chip campus if there ever was one. There's not many student towns where the cheapest backpack you can find comes from Coach.

Here you don't buy a milkshake between lectures, you sample a selection of hand made organic gellatos between reading for philosophy and latin.

Oh my, Princton has never seen anything like this un-Ivy behaviour. How very state school!

Intellectual elitism is easy when your bell tower looks like this.

This is what a student flat looks like in this part of the world.

One of Princeton's most famous vistors. Oh, and Einstein passed through as well. Hey, as the big dude says, it's all relative. I don't care what part of space-time you're from, you gotta do something about that hair mate.

This is where students come to get a little high end support for this semester's finals.

This is the Ada St equivalent. These low end flats only have six bedrooms and one butler each. Oh the shame.

4 years, $160,000 bucks for a bit of paper with a Princeton stamp; or 5 minutes, $25 bucks for a pair of running shorts with a Princeton stamp. Rock takes the quick and easy way to a bit of Ivy cred.

One of these dudes is apparently a legend on the campus. I'll let you guess which one.

This is where Princeton students dine between philosophical discourses. Sure they have tablecloths instead of week-old copies of Chaff. Sure they have menus instead of a random assortment of meat pies. Sure they have waiters instead of grumpy old ladies who think an order for five milkshakes is outside their job description. But they can do all the discoursing they want, I'll be in the hacky field guys.

Hmmm... is that the Phi Beta Kappa Lamer sorority salute?