New York City Diary

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Sunday, January 23, 2011

Bed Head

I wish this could be a lazy Sunday, but I'm actually buried in work. We'll see how much gets done. Here's a recent photo, by which I mean it's about five minutes old, of me and the kids. Zachary and I got haircuts from Gaspar in the old neighborhood yesterday. The styling didn't hold up too well overnight, but when we left his shop we looked like two wiseguys.

So if you're just visiting my blog for the first time after seeing the Jacques Piccard story and video, thanks. I don't update this as much as I'd like because most of my writing is done for other outlets. I'm senior editor at BlackBook now, and that's going very well. By all means, check it out. Subscribe to the magazine or the newsletter. Here's my tag if you want to browse stories I've written. Some of the more enjoyable pieces of late were on Interpol, Sean Lennon, and Mile End delicatessen. My newly minted spirits column kicked off with tequila, which was a fun subject to research. (Today's assignment: single malts!)

More importantly, though, I run BlackBook's excellent series of city guides, which cover restaurants, nightlife, hotels, and shops in more than 60 cities around the world. The guides are all available on iPhone (and Android soon), so if you have one, and you like me, and you'd like to do me a favor (along with enjoying the guides), download the free BlackBook Guides app now. Thank you.

Personally, things are good. Zachary is four now and doing well in school. Sebastian turned three months yesterday and he's already in school with Zachary. Jenn's back at work already, and we're all enjoying our new neighborhood of Park Slope, Brooklyn. I miss Williamsburg, my home of more than 10 years, but the Slope has a lot going for it, not least of which is the miracle that is Prospect Park.

So that's the brief update. It's super chilly today, so I'm glad our only real plan is to have brunch at our next door neighbors' place. Enjoy the rest of your Sunday, or whatever day it happens to be when you read this.