In today's New York Observer, bOING bOING pal (and my Reality Check co-author) and former Wired staffer Brad Wieners reviews Wired – A Romance, Gary Wolf's recount of Wired magazine's semi-sordid and not-so-secret history.
"Had Mr. Rossetto's refusal to buy his staff pens made it in? His raising of the men's room urinal (much to the chagrin of the shorter fry)? Or how about the old kitchen policy? (For years, Wired prepared its staff three vegetarian meals a day, and each week a different department drew clean-up duty. This devolved into a grumpy dish-washing caste.) Was there any mention of the editorial retreats held in a yurt, or the brainstorming on brand extensions carried out in the hot tubs at Esalen?
Or what about that middle-aged idler, said to be in charge of 'real estate,' but who, instead of finding new office space, spent his days wandering around with his two Jack Russells chatting people up, right up until the day of the big move to the new digs—which were right downstairs?"
