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Hi, I’m Georgy Cohen. I’m a writer and web geek living in Somerville, Mass. Though you may sometimes see my name written as Georgiana, I prefer Georgy. Relatedly, there are a handful of songs and nursery rhymes associated with my name. Please do not invoke them. I like you, and I don’t want that to change.
I was born in Boston (though I grew up in South Florida *shudder*) and I have a twin brother, Andrew. My family is split between the U.S. and England. Ask me about it sometime, if you have a few hours to spare. I married my high school sweetheart, Rick Healey, in 2004.
I studied journalism in college and worked as a news producer at Boston.com after graduating. Though I now work in higher ed web communications, I’m still a news and media junkie. Even just three years in a newsroom will do that to you. LinkedIn | Resume | Writing Portfolio
I like the internet, and I know a thing or two about it. I also know a thing or two (maybe even three) about writing. So, if you are looking for some assistance with your web content or digital strategy, please visit my portfolio site and professional blog to learn more. I am currently available on a freelance basis, and I’d love to help you out.
(Phew, OK, we got the business out of the way.)
Other interests and obsessions liable to show up in this space include running, bicycling, the city of Somerville, long walks, books (GoodReads), socks, the Red Sox, softball, eating out, photography, travel, urban adventures, movies (including my semi-regular Saturday Matinee at the Kendall), public transportation and, of course, bears. You may follow along with these adventures on my mobile media blog.
About This Blog
This blog is a personal writing project. The focus may shift over time, depending on my needs and interests, and I reserve that right. Some of my posts are musings or observations on things I encounter in my life and around Boston. Many posts are about music, including the weekly Take Five series. I welcome input and debate. I make no claims to be an expert on anything I write about here, though I am often passionate.
The title for this blog comes from the poem “Writing in a Time of Violence” by Eavan Boland. I used to run a blog by this name that was one of (if not the) first poetry podcasts, and even though I stopped doing the podcast, I’ve always wanted to relaunch a site or blog by this name.
They Said It Better Than I Can…
When was writing ever your profession? It’s never been anything but your religion… Since it is your religion, do you know what you will be asked when you die? But let me tell you first what you won’t be asked. You won’t be asked if you were working on a wonderful moving piece of writing when you died. You won’t be asked if it was long or short, sad or funny, published or unpublished. You won’t be asked if you were in good or bad form while you were working on it. You won’t even be asked if it was the one piece of writing you would have been working on if you had known your time would be up when it was finished… I’m so sure you’ll get asked only two questions. Were most of your stars out? Were you busy writing your heart out?
–J.D. Salinger, “Seymour: An Introduction”
You may be asking yourself — what is a mod housewife? It is a woman being dragged kicking and screaming into adulthood. Not quite able to give up her dreams of the good life, but incapable of saying goodbye to the slacker lifestyle that has served her well since before there was a term for it. Stuck in the netherworld between set lists and shopping lists. You’ve probably seen her at the supermarket with her kid in a grocery cart, headphones blasting Elastica while she debates the merits of low fat granola bars vs. Snackwells. Maybe you’ve seen her pushing a toddler in a swing, with a fading ink stamp on her hand from some club the night before, or pulling a scrawled crayon drawing out of her backpack. A mod housewife will wear a thrift shop miniskirt at thirty-five, varicose veins or no. She still wants to rock, and still knows how. She understands compromise, but she’s not… ready… to… give in… yet.
Let go of the worry. There’s so much nobody understands. Don’t live your life in such a hurry. Life goes by us oh so fast.
— Ryan Adams, “Goodnight Rose”
May your lives be long. and may your wishes all be simple and may your hearts stay strong.
— Cloud Cult, “May Your Hearts Stay Strong”