Getting cross with wired

Getting cross with wired

Photo by Richard Giles (CC BY-SA 2.0)

Originally published 26 September 1994

Q. What’s Wired?

A. That’s easy. Wired is a hot new mag­a­zine for tech­notrendies. It is approach­ing its sec­ond birth­day and cir­cu­la­tion is booming.

Q. So what’s the fuss?

A. Well, the mag­a­zine has won an award for excel­lence from the Amer­i­can Soci­ety of Mag­a­zine Edi­tors. Newsweek and the New York Times have tak­en note of its hip talk and flash graph­ics. Some say it is poised to become the Rolling Stone mag­a­zine of the com­put­er generation.

Q. You mean…?

A. Yes. We have appar­ent­ly crossed a great divide. A gen­er­a­tion that defined itself by rock music is giv­ing way to a gen­er­a­tion that defines itself by dig­i­tal elec­tron­ics. The Nin­ten­do kids have grown up. They are mosh­ing on the Inter­net. The spir­it of Wood­stock has suc­cumbed to Amer­i­ca Online.

Q. Is it worth a look? The mag­a­zine, I mean.

A. Uh, that’s hard to answer. I can’t make heads or tails of it myself. I can’t even tell the fea­tures from the adver­tise­ments. It’s all an impen­e­tra­ble hyper-col­lage of “Bam!” type fonts and Day-Glo colors.

Q. Sounds rad. Who reads it?

A. Well, that’s the thing. Wired’s aver­age read­er is 33, male, makes $81,000 a year and has 12 megabytes of RAM in his per­son­al com­put­er. I sup­pose I’m too old, under­paid, and chip-deficient.

Q. But I thought you were into this com­put­er stuff?

A. I thought so too. Hey, I was there when you pro­grammed com­put­ers by tog­gling in ones and zeros with switch­es on the front of the box. I remem­ber when punch cards were high tech. I was the first guy on my block to own a Mac, the first to own a Power­Book. But Wired might as well be writ­ten in a for­eign lan­guage. The sto­ries sound vague­ly like they mean some­thing, but…

Q. For instance?

A. Take this bit of prod­uct gush from a recent issue: “All this direct off 20 or so giga­bytes of hard disk con­nect­ed to 486-based servers. And it even disk mir­rors and does redun­dan­cy. Pret­ty cool.”

Q. Do you some­times feel the world is pass­ing you by?

A. I’ll say! It’s like there’s a whole new real­i­ty out there, a vir­tu­al world that exists pure­ly elec­tron­i­cal­ly. A sort of par­al­lel uni­verse, accessed through the net.

Q. So how does one get wired?

A. Damned if I know. I think you had to be born into it. Raised on elec­tron­ic baby food. Plugged in from the start. When I was a kid we played sand­lot ball, walked in the woods, fooled around with Cray­olas and con­struc­tion paper. The folks who read Wired had joy­stick child­hoods and on-line ado­les­cences. Natal nerds turned yup­pie cyberfreaks.

Q. Appar­ent­ly they’re doing OK for themselves?

A. It would seem so. The con­sumer-prod­ucts pages of Wired detail stuff that makes the Sharp­er Image cat­a­log look pos­i­tive­ly down­scale. Back­pack cel­lu­lar-phone modems that let you stay on the net no mat­ter where you are. Cyber­Maxx head­mount video dis­plays. Lycra body­suits with built-in sen­sors for vir­tu­al-real­i­ty trav­el. Per­son­al submarines…

Q. Per­son­al sub­marines? How do you stay on the net below the surface?

A. Beats me. “We’re liv­ing in a peri­od where the future is mal­leable,” says Wired’s edi­tor, Louis Ros­set­to, in a New York Times inter­view. “Com­put­ers and net­works are tools that will cre­ate bet­ter times.”

Q. Sounds like the old gospel of con­sumerism trot­ted out in technospeak?

A. Too easy. These guys see the future and it is them. They may be right.

Q. What do you mean?

A. Ready or not, for bet­ter or for worse, the world is get­ting wired. My gen­er­a­tion cre­at­ed com­put­ers. The Wired gen­er­a­tion is cre­at­ing a com­put­er cul­ture. Dig­i­tized. Net­worked. Obsessed with com­mu­ni­ty but vague­ly amoral. Replete with tech­no­toys and digibab­ble. Upload­ing mes­sages announc­ing “Here I am.” Down­load­ing an appar­ent­ly inex­haustible data­base of infoSpam.

Q. Hmmm. Could I be hear­ing the sour grapes of some­one who would like to be wired but can’t find the plug?

A. Yeah, maybe you’re right. Can­cel my sub­scrip­tion. I think I will go for a walk in the woods.


In addi­tion to its dig­i­tal for­mats, Wired is, per­haps para­dox­i­cal­ly, still pub­lish­ing a print mag­a­zine 25 years after this essay was first pub­lished. ‑Ed.

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