Wired is ten years old. Gary Wolf writes about what things were like ten years ago. But nothing in the article resonates with me. Is it because I was in the UK? (Although 1993 was, coincidentally, the year I first visited the US and San Francisco.) Or because I didn’t really get into Wired-type stuff for at least another six months? Or because I didn’t discover the magazine for another 11 months? I don’t know, but Wolf doesn’t make me think “wow, was that only ten years ago!?” or “wow, I’d forgotten things were like that!”
But whatever, despite that, despite everything, happy birthday Wired. Because in a number of ways you changed my life.