I watched the digital bubble burst from afar—I wasn’t one of those in the trenches—and I did it in part by reading Wired magazine. Sometime in early 2000, I cancelled my subscription because I couldn’t stand the over-zealously optimistic attitude and the fact that the magazine was 60% tech advertisements. But I still picked up a copy now and then—just because I thought that maybe I was missing something.

Now, the “postcard from the future” is dying because of a lack of those glossy, forward-looking ads I hated. We all know it—the revolution has been over for some time. As technology becomes less wondrous and about as mainstream as a cul-de-sac, where is the space for a magazine called Wired? (NYT; login: opensewer; password: iswatching.)