Goodbye, Wired. Goodbye, Danger Room. These have been the best years of my work life; for the longest time, I couldn't even imagine doing anything else. But the moment has finally come for something new. I'm starting today as an executive editor at Foreign Policy magazine.
Fare well, Spencer. (I know you will.) So long, Axe. Take care, Sharon. Here's to you, Nathan. Goodbye, Katie and Adam and Robert and Hambling. You guys were the real reason this blog was great. I just got to sit back and watch you be awesome.
Thank you, Kim Zetter and Ryan Singel and David Kravets for putting up with me when I raided your turf. Thank you, Scott Dadich and Chris Anderson and Robert Capps and Adam Rogers and all the other editors who paid me to run around the world so I could see who would shoot at me next. Thank you, Evan Hansen and Kevin Poulsen and Mark McClusky for having my back when even bigger trouble came wearing bespoke suits.
Lastly, thanks to all of you for putting up with my crappy punctuation and occasionally unhinged rants. Thanks for indulging my obsessions, from giant blimps to shadow wars to awesomely bad military patches. Thanks for sticking with me when I got stories wrong. Thanks for making this Danger Room a home.
I hope you'll join me over in my digs -- while remaining a loyal Wired reader, of course. I've got a new crew of kick-ass reporters unravelling stories of intelligence, global security, and international affairs. FP is plugged into the DC power structure like a gigawatt generator. Now let's go flip some switches.
