Almost Famous

I love New York Magazine. It's kind of mix a between Newsweek and People but targeted for New York City. As an avid reader and New York City dweller I at times have wondered if I would ever get my name or something into the magazine (ditto the NY-Times). Perhaps the J-Wild blog would be my pathway there. On second thought let's hope not.

Well, it's happened I am quoted in an article in New York Magazine! One of the mom's at Levi's school writes for the magazine and I told her how much I loved the magazine and how much I liked her articles (she writes for the real-estate section). So she called me up for an interview a few weeks ago regarding a story she was doing about really nice apartments in crappy buildings (which we had seen plenty of when we were apartment hunting a few years ago). So we did the interview and she loved what I said, her editor called me to fact check and then I waited. On Monday the issue arrived in my mailbox and there was my quote:

The junior four in the East Eighties was pretty, with a smartly renovated kitchen. But the outside hallway “looked like a Days Inn,” says Jason Isbell, who was apartment-hunting with his wife. The carpet was frayed, and three sconces barely lit the corridor, making it feel even dingier than it was. And the wallpaper: “You could tell where the heat from the vent came down because it was all sooty … It made the apartment feel a little cheesy. It was such a stark contrast.”

I mean it's not an insightful commentary on the state of political, religious, or world affairs, but I'll take a quote about sconces to get into NY-Mag any day (oh wow, this is what cable news commentators must feel like). You can read the rest of the article here.

Of course the issue that I would have my 15 seconds of notoriety would be an issue that has as its cover story something to do with sex. The cover story is The Secret Lives of Married Men, and it explores what men like Elliot Spitzer might be thinking when they are cheating on their wives. I haven't read the whole article yet but so far it's pretty candid and slightly misguided. It's a relevant and interesting topic so I might post about it after I read it.

Anyway in case you think I might let this go to my head have no fear. Joe Hays beat me on Saturday in a game of one on one basketball 5-0. I was skunked mainly because I was sucking wind so hard from being so out of shape that I could hardly see straight let alone shoot the ball (and Joe is only about a foot taller than I am). Joe was pretty pumped about his victory. He said something to the effect of it being his most memorable win of the year. Or something like that.