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If you can think of a better way to spend a Saturday afternoon than with a 6 and 8-year-old, my big brother, and his 3-month-old at the Museum of Natural History, please… do tell. Chris’ wife was having a girls’ afternoon with her college roommates, so we got the kids. They couldn’t have been more…

I have enough vodka in me to knock down a buffalo. It’ll be a painful run when I meet my brother in Central Park in six hours. Pickled, pained, or not, I’m one lucky bastard. I just got in from the late night commute from hell. Which is to say, from Brooklyn. A co-worker’s taking…

I consider myself better in front of a crowd than in it. And so it was with some trepidation that I approached the velvet-roped entrance of Remote Lounge tonight for the 6:01/Gothamist happy hour. After all, the hurricane was blowing in. I’d put in my 10+ hours at the MTV, spent largely watching Wolf Blitzer…

With one month until Almost Home is due for mastering, basic tracks for the new record are completely done. Kev and I have had a productive first month. And it’s been a blast. I’d say we’re about 50% done, about half way home. The track listing for the Almost Home double CD should look something…

I hustled uptown after work last night to catch Central Park’s 150th Birthday party: a soggy fireworks display called Life Cycle. Ironic, then, that I should return home to the post-break up key swap. My recent proximity to weddings and babies has been a little tough in some ways. There are inquiries, glances, implications that…

And so I turn towards home. Past the white steeples, sailboats, and rusted industry of Connecticut, Amtrak Acela #2157 is rushing me there. Outside, the autumn sun strains to burn through a cold fog that refuses to yeild. Skies are gray; it is Monday. Saturday’s wedding, it ends up — this terrific gathering of Slavins…