Flux You
My deep and abiding apprecciation for Fluxus art once inspired me to turn in a box of old socks for a term paper. In grad school. Luckily for me, the teacher got it, and I got an A. Perhaps she liked the snipped up paintings that were in there, too. There was some writing--a few thousand words on why this was my paper, all very deliberately self-conscious, self-referential, and unabashedly pretentious. It was about half in German, too, I recall. Joseph Beuys, who never had the chance to be my teacher, would have been proud--only there was no lard or felt.