Eurovision 1985, from best to worst:

1. Roger Bens, “Femme dans ses rêves aussi” (France)
2. Izhar Cohen, “Olé, Olé” (עולה, עולה) (Israel)
3. Kikki Danielsson, “Bra vibrationer” (Sweden)
4. Sonja Lumme, “Eläköön elämä” (Finland)
5. Mariella Farré & Pino Gasparini, “Piano, Piano”  (Switzerland)
6. MFÖ, “Didai didai dai” (Turkey)
7. Vikki, “Love Is” (United Kingdom)
8. Bobbysocks!, “La det swinge” (Norway)
9. Paloma San Basilio, “La fiesta terminó” (Spain)
Lia Vissi, “To Katalava Arga” (Το κατάλαβα αργά) (Cyprus)
11. Al Bano & Romina Power, “Magic Oh Magic” (Italy)
12. Takis Biniaris, “Miazoume” (Μοιάζουμε) (Greece)
13. Margo, Franck Olivier, Diane Solomon, Ireen Sheer, Chris & Malcolm Roberts, “Children, Kinder, Enfants” (Luxembourg)
14. Wind, “Für alle” (Germany)
15. Linda Lepomme, “Laat me nu gaan” (Belgium)
16. Gary Lux, “Kinder dieser Welt” (Austria)
17. Hot Eyes, “Sku’ du spørg’ fra no’en?” (Denmark)
18. Maria Christian, “Wait Until the Weekend Comes” (Ireland)
19. Adelaide, “Penso em ti, eu sei” (Portugal)

This was the beginning of the deep downward slide in quality between the early eighties (really good!) and the early nineties (unbearably awful!) The top 4 were all good, and 5 and 6 weren’t bad for a ballad and a wimpy tropicalia number. Luxembourg, who called themselves Margo, Franck Olivier, Diane Solomon, Ireen Sheer, Chris & Malcolm Roberts, sang an inspirational song about children and surprisingly it was only the seventh worst song of the night.

Letters To Cleo, “You Dirty Rat”

Twenty years ago there was another attack on/in Boston, at a women’s health clinic in Brookline. Two receptionists were killed and it was awful.

Kay Hanley from Letters To Cleo, who were one of the bigger bands in Boston at the time, organized a series of benefit concerts called Safe And Sound, and in 1995 or 96 an album to benefit Boston women’s health organizations was released. It featured Aimee Mann and Mary Lou Lord and Jen Trynin and Fuzzy and Scarce and, yes, it also also where the fucking Mighty Mighty Bosstones first released “The Impression That I Get”, but overall it’s a really good album and one that I might have to dig out of storage the next time I’m at my parents’ house.

Another Bad Creation, “Where’s Ya Little Sista?”

Their final single. Puberty didn’t strike them all at the same time, clearly.

“ In another related story, Aided Derbforgaill (“The Death of Derbforgaill”), the Scandinavian princess Derbforgaill, whom Cú Chulainn rescues from being sacrificed to the Fomorians in some versions of Tochmarc Emire, comes to Ireland with her handmaid, in the form of a pair of swans, to seek Cú Chulainn, who she has fallen in love with. Cú Chulainn and his foster-son Lugaid Riab nDerg see the swans, and Cú Chulainn shoots Derbforgaill down with his sling. The slingstone penetrates her womb, and to save her live Cú Chulainn has to suck it from her side, but since he has tasted her blood he cannot marry her. Instead, he gives her to Lugaid, and they marry and have children. One day in deep winter, the men of Ulster make pillars of snow, and the women compete to see who can urinate the deepest into the pillar and prove herself the most desirable to men. Derbforgaill’s urine reaches the ground, and the other women, out of jealousy, attack and mutilate her. Lugaid notices that the snow on the roof of her house has not melted, and realises she is close to death. He and Cú Chulainn rush to the house, but Derbforgaill dies shortly after they arrive, and Lugaid dies of grief. Cú Chulainn avengeds them by demolishing the house the women are inside, killing 150 of them. ”

— From Wikipedia.

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If you like that sort of thing.

On May 9th micro-memoir! is back at the Providence Athenaeum. It’s one of the most enjoyable events that I do, and also one of the most fun, because I get to work on it with Karen Donovan and Christina Bevilacqua (as opposed to most of the events I do where I just have a kooky idea and then ask someone with a venue to let me host it.)
In just two hours you can write about your life, edit it, and read it aloud to a room ful of strangers. It’s fun and not terrifying, but on the off chance that it sounds more terrifying than fun then be aware that there’s also free wine if you need it.
More info at thebuildings.org, a Tumblr I designed myself in such a way that I basically made it impossible to reblog anything.
I will be good at the internet one day. I hope.

On May 9th micro-memoir! is back at the Providence Athenaeum. It’s one of the most enjoyable events that I do, and also one of the most fun, because I get to work on it with Karen Donovan and Christina Bevilacqua (as opposed to most of the events I do where I just have a kooky idea and then ask someone with a venue to let me host it.)

In just two hours you can write about your life, edit it, and read it aloud to a room ful of strangers. It’s fun and not terrifying, but on the off chance that it sounds more terrifying than fun then be aware that there’s also free wine if you need it.

More info at thebuildings.org, a Tumblr I designed myself in such a way that I basically made it impossible to reblog anything.

I will be good at the internet one day. I hope.

The Chicago Tribune could maybe find a new weekend headline writer. Especially considering the dead man’s last name, as Mickey points out.

The Chicago Tribune could maybe find a new weekend headline writer. Especially considering the dead man’s last name, as Mickey points out.

Quick Headmaster news recap:
1. Headmasters no. 1-4 are 25% off at the web store for the next few days. If you’d like to read Conner Habib’s essay about gay for pay porn performers, see Alan Cumming’s photo tour of New York men’s rooms, get Heyd Fontenot’s portraits of famous Texans (Beyonce! David Koresh! The Von Erichs!), see what the gay men of Beirut look like when presented in calendar form, or just see 35 other great photography, painting, writing, illustration, textiles, video, film, fiber, etc. projects.
2. Headmaster no. 5 is now for sale, too. The new issue features Dean Sameshima, Aaron Peterman, Ross Bleckner, Chris Bogia, Drasko Bogdanovic, and four others that we haven’t actually announced yet. There are exceedingly short interviews with these five on the website now.

Quick Headmaster news recap:

1. Headmasters no. 1-4 are 25% off at the web store for the next few days. If you’d like to read Conner Habib’s essay about gay for pay porn performers, see Alan Cumming’s photo tour of New York men’s rooms, get Heyd Fontenot’s portraits of famous Texans (Beyonce! David Koresh! The Von Erichs!), see what the gay men of Beirut look like when presented in calendar form, or just see 35 other great photography, painting, writing, illustration, textiles, video, film, fiber, etc. projects.

2. Headmaster no. 5 is now for sale, too. The new issue features Dean Sameshima, Aaron Peterman, Ross Bleckner, Chris Bogia, Drasko Bogdanovic, and four others that we haven’t actually announced yet. There are exceedingly short interviews with these five on the website now.

Eurovision 1982, From Best To Worst:

1. Lucía, “Él” (Spain)
2. Stella, “Si tu aimes ma musique” (Belgium)
3. Avi Toledano, “Hora” (הורה) (Israel)
4. Mess, “Sonntag” (Austria)
5. Doce, “Bem bom” (Portugal)
6. Arlette Zola, “Amour on t’aime”  (Switzerland)
7. Anna Vissi, “Mono I Agapi” (Μόνο η αγάπη) (Cyprus)
8. Neco, “Hani?” (Turkey)
9. Brixx, “Video, Video” (Denmark)
10. Nicole, “Ein bißchen Frieden” (Germany)
11. Bill van Dijk, “Jij en ik” (Netherlands)
12. Bardo, “One Step Further” (UK)
13. Chips, “Dag efter dag” (Sweden)
14. Aska, “Halo, Halo (Хало, хало)” (Yugoslavia)
15. Svetlana, “Cours après le temps”  (Luxembourg)
16. The Duskeys, “Here Today Gone Tomorrow” (Ireland)
17. Kojo, “Nuku pommiin” (Finland)
18. Jahn Teigen and Anita Skorgan, “Adieu” (Norway)

The top three were all really good this year, but ultimately my favorite was Spain, even though Belgium probably had a better singer. There may or may not have been a kerfuffle about “Él,” since it was a tango and England (the host country) was at war with Argentina at the time. Which, how weird is it that England and Argentine were at war during my lifetime?

Norway is kind of amazingly wimpy, even more so since the song was apparently written specifically to avoid some of the harder-sounding Norwegian consonants. Blecch.

Sitting by the window proofing text for the 295827572757285837th time with this happening below me.

Sitting by the window proofing text for the 295827572757285837th time with this happening below me.