Author Archive | Alison Rosen

Have you been making music with various parts of your body for years now? Are you particularly proud of the things you can do with “Yankee Doodle”? But do the people around you seem to not really get it? Instead of smiles and dates are you greeted with pained grimaces? Almost as if they barely tolerate you? Or worse, they actively dislike you? All artists are ahead of their time, Mozart, but today the planet is really in your wheelhouse and the stars are in your hen house and the Sun and the Moon are smiling on the house of representatives because it’s Make Music New York day! Bring your wax comb and empty raisin box!

WAIT WAIT WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!! It appears that I was hasty in my appraisal of the situation. Sorry, sailor. This is a citywide free music fest involving music made by other people. Although you just know there’s a hippie noisemaking circle somewhere that you can drag your jug basin to. Just follow the corn nuts.

So I never ever post here anymore however I was googling myself tonight and don’t pretend you don’t do it too because you so do and anyway I found this clip of Best Bets from WNBC’s Weekend Today in New York. This is exciting because usually the clips online are from weekday shows or other channels where I’m a little less free-ranging than I am on Best Bets which is the segment I do weekly at a quite early time.

I now blog over here, on the new TONY blog. And yes, I just used blog as a verb.

I wrote the cover story in this week’s issue of Time Out with the dog on the cover. It’s the pets issue. The dog’s name is Daniel and he hails from Connecticut. That’s not what my story is about though.

perhaps my resolution will be to blog more frequently. a minute ago perhaps it would have been to blog every day. but please. at one point I knew fancy blogging whatnot. but now I forget. I think I know how to make a link though. go here: www.cuteoverload.com

Go to this link. Click on “Peak fall foliage spots” in the upper middle of the page. I’d like to point out that I’m much more fun on my regular gig on Saturday mornings at 6:45 where I tell jokes and talk about myself while also discussing New York. In this one I pretty much just talk about leaves.

http://www.wnbc.com/tiny/index.html

If you check this out tomorrow and it’s gone I’m sure it’s somewhere on the page. Look for the picture of autumn leaves.

a little homesick. But I don’t even know for what home.

Moving has sucked the art right out of my brain, the coordination and grace out of my otherwise poetry-in-motion body and strangely the ability to shave my legs without nicking the fuck out of myself, um, out of me. In other words I’m dense, bruised and covered in bandaids. Last time I moved I sliced the palm of my hand with scissors because it was early in the morning and the mover got mad at me for not taping the boxes as I was a moving neophyte and so I launched into a disastrous taping/cutting frenzy and so I’m used to the way moving is literally painful. But still. Motherfucker!

We chose couches which was arduous in itself since, if you’ve ever seen me try to make a decision you would know that I can’t do it but then the delivery men came with the couches and couldn’t get them up the staircase and so back they went to the store. We have a giant living room and three wicker/bamboo chairs. We live in a bottleneck. We also have a million unpacked boxes. Correction, they are opened, and perhaps one thing has been removed from them, but the whole thing makes me tired.

Have you ever gone on vacation and you’re distracted and have a headful of native whatever and you manage to find a computer somehow and maybe if it’s Hawaii the password is “dolphin” or “aloha” which really, how fitting, and then you sit down and you have like 8 million emails and you can only summon a couple sentences if even that becuase you’re out of your element and can’t be your usual witty dazzling self and it’s like in those moments where you’re waking up from a dream and trying desperately to figure something out (like your own phone number) but it’s insurmountable and hazy and frustrating. Such is trying to string words together. Good thing I’m employed as a writer.

Of headlines!

I would like a puppy.