University, that is. And a funny one, too. Cause after becoming famous (well, locally sort of) cause of the police raiding our house (erm, squat) and then having to appear before court etc. just cause we'd done this infamous little film, in the end my mate and me had ditched university despite our already indecently long stint there.
Not being too happy anyway with this really kinda restricted understanding of art and literature they were teaching there (not to mention expecting everybody to eagerly adapt yourself to). To put a long story short, in the end the only thing there I still frequented regularly had been the gym.
So besides feeling flattered, when we were asked to give a course next winter semester about one of the bookprojects we're doing in the meantime, we wer having quite a laugh. I mean imagine, at the very same uni (though at the newly shaped department of pupular cultures -- nice ring to it, doesn't it?).
Well, better be careful what you laugh at, cause only too often it may laugh back at you, haha.
Which is exactly as it went. I.e. while going a bit deeper into the preparations, being told we could graduate in this dept. more or less on the stuff we're doing anyway while editing this series, in the end went for it hook, line and sinker.
Still find it hard to belive sometimes, and as everything of course has pros and cons, namely being tied down longer periods, but all in all ...
Nice one, I'd say.
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