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I’m not really sure where to start, or what to say. I’m in a post-race beer, pretzel and DVD-fest, the cherished 48 (or so) hour period following major events in which I don’t beat myself up for not running. It’s so moist outside, I hate to get myself back in the running groove again anyway,…

Ok, so maybe “downsized” was the wrong word choice. I wrote yesterday that the NYC Triathlon had been “downsized” to a biathlon due to water conditions in the Hudson. But now, as I bask here in the aching afterglow, running nine miles and riding 25 miles seems sufficiently sizeable to me. If I weren’t so…

I have part IV of the Ric Burns’ ‘New York’ documentary series paused in my DVD player, so forgive me my brevity. Thing is, I’ve been staring at a monitor for, like, 12 hours or more, and I’m pretty tired of typing. But there’s lotsa’ fun and funny and interesting stuff goin’ on here in…

It’s ten o’clock. I’m sitting here in boxers. My eyeballs ache from contact lenses. I haven’t eaten dinner yet, and I’m considering skipping it alltogether. It’s raining out. Queens of the Stone Age are wailing in melodic dischord on iTunes (aka WBEN), “It’s just another love song.” Indeed. I just came in from the livingroom…

I saw the most beautiful sight in the final steps of my walk home from the Upper West Side tonight. A lavender helium baloon was floating just off the sidewalk, dipping and swaying in the stormy summer air. Like so many moments tonight — the smiling dog walker, the swaying couple, the backlit Lincoln Center…

It was Parent’s Weekend here in the Big Apple, as both sets were in town. So I was basically riding Hells Kitchen / Upper West shuttle Saturday and Sunday, eating, drinking, and staring at the baby — which is a damn fine expenditure of one’s time, I might add. The best part of baby watching…