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This is the end…

So with this being my last day as a member of the infamous DNL- crew, I figured I would use this last chance for some shameless self-promotion. Historically speaking, that is afterall what a lot of the past articles in this magazine have been about. And I don’t mean that in a negative way. As a member of the DNL crew we embraced that particular trend years ago, which resulted in DNL Bars, rather silly articles, lots of pictures, for some reason mostly of people who were somehow were connected to the DNL gang, or people who just looked funny. Okay, maybe an unfair generalization, but you get the picture. But anyhow, we have had our fair share of fun doing the magazine.

I joined the crew in April 2002 with the firm belief I could somehow reinvent myself as a reincarnation of Spike from Press Gang, and maybe meet some chicks. Which is really why guys do anything. And you might say “No I like to do things because I feel a social responsibility”, and I might say “yeah, right…”. Imagine my dissapointment when I realized the gang consisted of Erik Arent, Kasper Thaarup and Anders O. While they were all a bunch of strapping young lads, none of them possesed the devilish good looks of Lynda Day from Press Gang or even Andrea Zuckermann from 90210. Later these guys were replaced by Christopher and Kristian, but still the babe-ratio was at a dissapointing big, fat, lonely ZERO. It was soon realised that I was not quite the prolific writer I had hoped, so instead of writing features on student politics or anything relevant, my job was primarily to edit and layout the stuff other people wrote, help make whatever sillyness there was to be in the magazine, come up with ideas that never materialized, try (unsuccesfully, I might add) to blackmail Marianne into writing something about the Fagudvalg, bitch and moan about people who didn’t submit articles to our otherwise VERY flexible deadlines, try to impose a bit of cencorship on whatever ideas or pictures people came up with (only because I thought I could, being senior editor an’ all…) and finally just hang out and be groovy in a John Kalodner kind of way. (Yes, there may be ONE Aerosmith fan laughing at that joke.)

Anyhoo, before I get way too selfindulgent, I better get to the point of all this. Now that I will hopefully soon go on to my sidefag at the Department of Goofing Around and Eating Sandwiches, I hope that some of YOU will step in and continue making this magazine. Kristian isn’t getting any younger either, so I hereby take in on me to pass the torch on to new generation of DNL editors, so the magazine will still be around when we’re dead or unemployed. And as you may have noticed, there haven’t been any girls in the DNL crew, which I think is a mistake since it would at least offer some sense of variation to the magazine. Even if you’re an angry feminist, there should still be a place for you at the Department magazine. But a magazine of only editors and no journalists is also bound to suck, so I also hope people will start writing more stuff. I’m very much looking at you people from the Fagudvalg. If nobody cares about what’s going on at the Department, I could be because people don’t know what you’re doing? Just a thought…
So, that’s basically it from me. I’ve heard that it’s a good idea to finish by quoting somebody else, so let me just end with a quote from Jim Morrison: “I don't know what's gonna happen maaan, but I'm gonna have my kicks before the whole shithole goes up in flames....All Right, All right!!!!!” There you go, couldn’t have put it better myself.

Keep on truckin’

Roy Fogde
(2002-2004)
posted by Roy at 16:21