So I’ve been in complete promotions mode lately, with the micro-memoir! last week and Dear Diorama, next week and also with the imminent arrival of the new issue of Headmaster. Between the Facebook updates and the Twitter updates and the email blasts and all the whatnot, I’ve been sort of neglectful here. So, sorry if this is the 87th time you’re hearing about this.

New issue of Headmaster is out soon! We’re taking pre-orders now! New work by Alexander Chee, Ian Cozzens, Anthony DiCapua, Luka Fisher, Ted Gideonse, Matthias Herrmann, Matt Lambert, Barry Marré and Stephen Scott Smith. We’re also selling limited-edition [NSFW] Matt Lambert prints on the website and also Headmaster’s Bag Book [pictured], a 48-page zine featuring contributions from partygoers at our New York launch two years ago. Contributor info is on the website and all of these other things are at the web shoppe.

So I’ve been in complete promotions mode lately, with the micro-memoir! last week and Dear Diorama, next week and also with the imminent arrival of the new issue of Headmaster. Between the Facebook updates and the Twitter updates and the email blasts and all the whatnot, I’ve been sort of neglectful here. So, sorry if this is the 87th time you’re hearing about this.

New issue of Headmaster is out soon! We’re taking pre-orders now! New work by Alexander Chee, Ian Cozzens, Anthony DiCapua, Luka Fisher, Ted Gideonse, Matthias Herrmann, Matt Lambert, Barry Marré and Stephen Scott Smith. We’re also selling limited-edition [NSFW] Matt Lambert prints on the website and also Headmaster’s Bag Book [pictured], a 48-page zine featuring contributions from partygoers at our New York launch two years ago. Contributor info is on the website and all of these other things are at the web shoppe.

notaboutthebuildings:

Dear Diorama!

Register by tomorrow, please.

The magic all happens one week from tomorrow!

notaboutthebuildings:

Dear Diorama!

Register by tomorrow, please.

The magic all happens one week from tomorrow!

E, the answer is E

micro-memoir! is

a) a chance for you to write and edit and read your life story aloud in a room full of equally supportive and nervous memoirists

b) presented by the Providence Athenaeum (251 Benefit St) and Not About The Buildings

c) a chance for you to have pizza and wine in a really amazing nineteenth-century library

d) tonight!

e) all of this and much, much more. and also free and open to the public.

micro-memoir!
Thursday, February 20th
The Providence Athenaeum
5:30pm (pizza and wine at 5)

Thank you thank you this really means a lot.

Thank you thank you this really means a lot.

You guys I am wearing my new Ciara t-shirt and a new Ciara song just showed up in my inbox. I think it’s a sign that I need to wear this shirt every day, forever.

You guys I am wearing my new Ciara t-shirt and a new Ciara song just showed up in my inbox. I think it’s a sign that I need to wear this shirt every day, forever.

Dear Diorama,!

March 4th!

Very excited!

Can’t wait!

Although as one of the organizers I suppose it would be unfair of me to make one of my own…

Dear Diorama,!

March 4th!

Very excited!

Can’t wait!

Although as one of the organizers I suppose it would be unfair of me to make one of my own…

One year later it’s funny.

One year ago Jason and I found ourselves in New Haven, where he was speaking on a panel at the IvyQ conference (for queers in the Ivy League, if that wasn’t clear). They paid for us to take a train down, so we left the car and decided to have a fun weekend in New Haven, a city which we’d never explored at all except for the occasional stop at the Ikea that’s right next to the highway.

And then the snow hit!

So many terrible things happened, not all of which were related to co-eds who self-identify as Yalies. (Although boy have I never liked Brown students so much. At one talk, a woman described moving from a rough childhood in Africa into an equally rough marriage in Nebraska; when one student’s phone started ringing he shooed her with his hands and announced that she should keep going.)

Then our train home got canceled three times, if not four times. The whole city shut down, except (thank God) the movie theater. Ira Sachs didn’t show up. Cynthia Nixon didn’t show up. Sarah Schulman didn’t show up.

The first night at our hotel all the guests, including most of the Cornell women’s basketball team, gathered in the closed restaurant to hang out and drink together. We made friends with a couple who had checked into a different hotel but whose car got stuck in front of ours as they were driving back from dinner; they didn’t make it. The hotel manager had food poisoning. The other hotel managers were all too far away to make it in. A TV news crew showed up but only because they too couldn’t drive back to wherever they were going. One man fell off his barstool. The lady basketball players took care of him; you could tell they were experienced in these things. Eventually the hotel staff brought him back to his room in a wheelchair.

Everything reached a crescendo when we went to bed and the fire alarm went off. Half asleep and more than half drunk everyone stumbled down six flights of stairs to the lobby, where water poured from the ceiling, into the restaurant and on the business center computers. We thought the roof had collapsed, but it was way more ridiculous than that: some guys were smoking something (presumably not cigarettes) in their room and when the smoke detector went off they decided to break the sprinkler. Three floors ended up flooded. According to Jasmine at the reception desk—everyone that works at that hotel deserved some kind of big bonus for that weekend—the guys fled into the blizzard, soaking wet and never to be seen again.

Some things:

1. micro-memoir! is returning! Two weeks from Tonight, February 20th, at the Providence Athenaeum (251 Benefit Street). It’s the only micro-memoir! of 2014 so please try to be there. As per usual we’ll be writing, editing, and reading aloud our life stories in under two hours. Hosted, as always, by Karen Donovan. The event begins at 5:30 but arrive early for refreshments.

2. I’m helping to plan Dear Diorama, an art contest for book lovers that will take place at the Rochambeau Library after hours on March 4. The rules are simple: create a scene, no larger than a shoebox, from a book that you have read. Dioramas will be judged by a panel of art critics and book lovers. After Dear Diorama is over, the scenes will move over to the gallery at Craftland (235 Westminster Street), where they will remain on public display. PLEASE RSVP BY FEBRUARY 25TH if you want to enter a diorama in the contest!

3. I’m managing Uruguay in the Pop World Cup. Vote for Dani Umpi!

4. I have a piece in the Providence Phoenix Valentine’s Day issue about being a secret/not actually secret gay porn blogger. So, there’s that.

Eurovision 1966, From Best To Worst:

1. Michèle Torr, “Ce soir je t’attendais” (Luxembourg)
2. Ann Christine, “Playboy” (Finland)
3. Raphael, “Yo soy aquél” (Spain)
4. Madalena Iglésias, “Ele e ela” (Portugal)
5. Tonia, “Un peu de poivre, un peu de sel” (Belgium)
6. Åse Kleveland, “Intet er nytt under solen” (Norway)
7. Udo Jürgens, “Merci, Chérie” (Austria)
8. Margot Eskens, “Die Zeiger der Uhr” (Germany)
9. Berta Ambrož, “Brez besed” (Yugoslavia)
10. Ulla Pia, “Stop - mens legen er go” (Denmark)
11. Dickie Rock, “Come Back to Stay” (Ireland)
12. Milly Scott, “Fernando en Filippo” (Netherlands)
13. Madeleine Pascal, “Ne vois-tu pas?” (Switzerland)
14. Tereza Kesovija, “Bien plus fort” (Monaco)
15. Lill Lindfors & Svante Thuresson, “Nygammal vals” (Sweden)
16. Domenico Modugno, “Dio, come ti amo” (Italy)
17. Dominique Walter, “Chez nous” (France)
18. Kenneth McKellar, “A Man Without Love”(United Kingdom)

A good year! Mostly. Although jeez were England and France bad. “Playboy” is one of my favorite Finnish pop songs, but the chorus of the Luxembourg song is just so insanely cheery it can’t not be my favorite.

“ I think the bigger point here is that the thing “everybody’s talking about” isn’t really being talked about by everybody. It’s being talked about by people you know. ”

Blackfish and the Weird Path To Popularity

Or, a point that I think needs to be made more often. (I still have no idea how to avoid thinkpieces about Looking, though.)