The first TV show I can remember is Sesame Street. I was an early math hater and didn’t care for the Count. Big Bird was okay, but I’m pretty sure Oscar the Grouch was my favorite. I think you can tell a lot about my current personality based on my views of this show. I even showed early liberal tendencies by approving of Bert and Ernie’s long standing relationship. My…
My husband will say it’s just me, but I think we’re technologically challenged in our house. To be fair, in his case it’s by choice whereas in mine, it’s, well, just my nature. Today, for example, when my printer wouldn’t work, here’s what I did: I opened it and closed it, turned it on and off, turned the computer on and off, took the paper out and put it back…
But the reality of modern publishing is that if you want a career that lasts longer than the shelf-life of brie, you need to promote your books. And frequently, that means going on television.
I’m in a state of television deprivation. My favorite show–So You Think You Can Dance?–is over and I don’t know what to do with myself each Wednesday and Thursday night now. I’ve grown to miss judge Nigel Lithgoe–despite his mesmerizingly oversized dental caps–and his spot-on critiques of the dancing wunderkind contestants. And crazy judge Mary Murphy, once a staid, unassuming ballroom dance instructor and now a borderline wildwoman you could…
We were broke: our car stalling more often than it started, my husband’s tuition and textbook bills outpacing my teacher’s salary. So I marched into WNNE-TV, the local NBC affiliate in the ramshackle building behind the old Holiday Inn in White River Junction, Vermont, and told them I wanted to be an anchor. I’d been studying the local anchors for weeks and I thought, how hard could it be? Someone…
I’m going to follow this week’s theme of posting off topic and invite you to drop by www.tishcohen.com and check out my new interactive feature “What’s Your Phobia?”. Finally, a place for you to share your deepest, darkest, ugliest or most hilarious fears. It should come as no surprise that Deb Tish has a few phobias under her chapeau. It should also come as no surprise that Deb Tish hopes…
Well, I’ve already confessed about my weekly massages (and managed to convince you, not to mention myself, that they’re necessary for work) so I guess I have no choice but to come clean about my other main indulgence (barring chocolate, because I somehow feel certain that’s going to come up in Mia‘s entry this week). Reality TV. I’ve done a decent job of justifying this one — going on TV…
So I was tapping out this whole little thing on rebellion on Friday (what? Me procrastinate?), and what I realized was that I didn’t have that much to say on the subject. I never rebelled. No, really. In order to rebel, you must have something to rebel against. There must be an opposing force, and I faced very little parental, institutional, or societal opposition. I mostly did what I wanted…
I’m home sick with a head cold. The vast quantities of over the counter medication has left me washed up on the sofa, surrounded by crumbled damp tissues, unable to move and barely able to pull together a cohert thought. This doesn’t bode well for this post. I don’t want to write, reading seems to complicated, so I am reduced to watching day time TV. (stick with me- this does connect to…
