Ok, I’m not buff at all. But I have news: I now work for Men’s Health, and I moved to New York two weeks ago. Hence the non-buffness: I’m totally new to the city and have spent the majority of my time orienting myself to the job, and so I’ve abandoned attempts at nutrition and have had pizza for about 50 percent of my dinners, mostly from a place called Ultimate Pizza. I’m not convinced it’s the ultimate, but I’m lazy and it’s close by.

I’ve spent my free time these last two weeks setting up my apartment (which is still mostly a disaster), and my Internet was just hooked up yesterday. My first week here was air conditioning-free, which made living and sleeping a mostly indecent proposal. So then, with all these life changes, do you forgive me for the very long absence from this blog?

Yes? Is it because, uh, you stopped reading this blog about a year ago, when I stopped updating it regularly, and just don’t think it’s worth putting forth the energy to not forgive me?

That’s what I thought. Thanks!

So here I am, living in Manhattan, running MH’s Malegrams section. My last feature for my former employer, Boston magazine, ran in its September issue: It’s about an outsourced singing telegram service, and it made me reconsider everything I’ve thought about outsourcing.

I’m still mostly unfamiliar with NYC, so if you happen to be reading this blog and hail from our great city, and care to tell me a good place to eat, see, walk or avoid at all costs, please do drop me a line. I’d welcome anything at this point. Just don’t send me back to Ultimate Pizza. I’ve done it.

Otherwise, stay tuned. I’m about to make your abs rock-solid.