At college, you can do anything. You could learn a new language, play a new instrument, start a blog! You could even to learn to juggle, and find dozens of like-minded juggle-people to toss bricks and balls and bowling pins through the air with you. And that brings us to the most glorious YouTube channel I have ever encountered, PJuggling, home of Princeton's official juggling team.

To whet your appetite, I present first a promotional video for a PJuggling show apparently themed on Freud's Interpretation of Dreams. A boy in a plaid shirt wanders into a men's lavatory, only to find every stall occupied by a short man tossing tiny balls in the air, a creepily knowing smile dancing across his lips. The boys attempts to leave the lavatory, but the ball-tossing man blocks the exit! A cornucopia of bizarre imagery later, the boy awakens and finds a phallus in his bed.

After the jump, however, things get even better. How could such a thing be possible, you ask? Clues: Simian Mobile Disco's "I'm a Hustler Baby." Lip syncing. Break dancing. Yo-yo. The robot.

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Since upstate New York is the one place where hockey players are kind of a big deal, Cornell's men's hockey team kindly offers its star power to a Cornell Senior Prom ad featuring a fully choreographed locker room rendition of N'Sync hit "Bye Bye Bye." Though sadly lacking shower scenes- and I'm still not sure whether that soulpatch is part of the costume or in earnest- there's much lifting of shirts, stroking of abs, and awkward shimmying of shoulders, which is good enough for me.

When we last  wrote about intrepid On Harvard Time reporter Derek Flanzraich, he was interviewing American hero Frances Martel. This time he's upped the ante, and somehow got Karl "they stamped my passport to let me into Massachussetts" Rove to appear on the program. Needless to say, Flanzraich didn't lob softballs. Watch the video below. He asks Rove to help him celebrate Gaypril! Gaypril! (via Wonkette)

As "Yes We Can!" parodies become a genre unto themelves, we jump on the bandwagon a little late with this charming little ditty from the Brown housing lottery contest, which awards the talented set of room-draw-ees first pick every year. It features a speech from Dean Katherine Bergeron about "loving school" and hating Wesleyan:

Naturally, Wesleyanites are thoroughly offended, but have decided to rise above the thoroughly low blow in the most mature way possible: Calling Brown "the school whose very name is the color of shit" on Wesleyaning.

And, if we're going to post this video, we should probably post the one that actually won, a dramatic romp with four members of the Brown swim team. Yes, they wear speedos. Yes, there are Monty Python references. And yes, in spite of our best attempts to maintain a hardened, bitter 'tude (Team Gilles forever!) we must admit, it's pretty damn cute. After the jump.

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Dartmouth's Jack-O-Lantern -- the humor group genius behind "Drinkin' Time" -- takes a stab at the creepiest of do-gooder stand-bys, blood donation. The result is clever and silly in a sweet, "aww, anthropomorphized blood is so lovable!" kind of way, but we're still waiting for Jack-O to give us another large-scale stunt worthy of college prank canonization.

Apparently GoCrossCampus, that super complicated internet Ivy League war-game thingee, still exists and is thriving or something. We'd update you on how everyone is doing, but that'd require understanding how it works. Luckily, Kurt Hugo Schneider (the Yalie behind the genius known as "Watch YTV"), has an explanation, and it's in his usual catchy music video form, featuring songstress sweetheart Meg Martinez and yet another pidgin-speaking emasculated Asian male for cheap laughs.

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I'd question the logic behind the Asian-bash-for-giggles thing (Anger regarding academic competitiveness? Redirected sexual anxieties from overeager college kids?), but that'd be even more complicated than the rules to GoCrossCampus, so, meh. If only GoCrossCampus actually had the power to inspire choreographed fight scenes with musically talented dweeb-chic boys in scenic locations all over campus -- then I'd take the time to figure it out. In the meantime, I'll just watch the movie.

Yeah the jokes in the beginning sort of fall flat after five years, and the soundtrack is just too much, but the basic concept is gold. The concept, you ask? Get a keg of O'Douls non-alcoholic beer and throw an impromptu "keg party" in the 1903 courtyard. Sobriety ensues.

There's really no rationale for posting this video other than its arrival in our inbox and its tenuous association with Dartmouth University (College?).

Enjoy!

After posting Harvard '09 Peter Shields' -- excuse me, Petros' -- boy band jam "Body Glow," we received tips on Yale Television's latest self-promotional clip, a jazzy little ditty entitled "Watch YTV" where we learn that Asian males continue to be the easiest punchline in entertainment, and someone named Andy Wexler has a micropenis. Also, fat kids like eating brownies and have surprisingly angelic falsetto voices.

UPDATE: It has come to our attention that the above video might not be an actual YTV production, in which case the above singing tele-ddicts are straight-up nutjobs, and YTV should probably hire them, stat. Our attempt to visit YTV's website revealed a massive relaunch project. Maybe this is all a guerrilla marketing scheme to create buzz while we anxiously await the YTV relaunch -- and IvyGate has fallen right into YTV's greedy, ratings-grubbing, anonymous-YouTube-launching hands!! I feel so used. But at least I have a catchy tune to hum.

We bring you the “Body Glow” video from international music sensation “Petros,” a.k.a. Peter Shields, Harvard ’09.  Well, he’s not really an international sensation, though we’ve gotten several emails telling us this video is all the rage in Cambridge these days.

The song is quite un-good and the video has this fake-Catholic guilt thing going on (come on, Petros, America is so over that) as Petros and his cohort rub glittery sweat all over each other and the girl has some kind of bloodied seizure and then goes to a church and then – hey! – there’s Petros like half taking off his shirt at the beach and all this interspliced with gratuitous Catholic imagery and medium-okay looking Harvard girls trying as hard as they can to dance and – wait! – at minute 1:30 the girl touches the back of her head only to find Petros’ jizzum!

With the production values of a third-string mid-90’s R&B music video as choreographed by a third-string college dance company, the whole thing is pretty strange. The problem with shooting a music video at Harvard is that you have to use Harvard girls, who even at their prettiest aren’t exactly booty-shaking material.

“Petros” is obviously self-obsessed (his Facebook profile includes many, many links to his successes; according to himself, his main job right now is “marketing this hot chick named Brandi Carlile” but he seems more into marketing and linking to himself than to Ms. Carlile) but I still sort of wish him luck. You’ve got to hand it to “Petros”: “Body Glow” took effort, ambition, and a total lack of shame.  And it’s only bad in the way that most cultural output is bad. It’s not specifically Harvard bad. Carry on, Peter. Carry on.