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The increasingly inaccurately-named blog of journalist and futurist Chris Taylor. Either the most sporadically brilliant amateur blog, the most brilliantly amateur sporadic blog, or the most amateur sporadic brilliance on the Web since 2001.
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I'm the newly-appointed Future editor at Business 2.0 and the former San Francisco correspondent for Time Magazine.
Wow, so does this mean everything you write reflects Time Inc's opinion? Or do you perhaps have some sort of standard disclaimer to the effect that it doesn't?
Naturally, the opinions contained in this blog are not those of my employers. In fact, some opinions may be the polar opposite of my employers. Some may be the same, for all I know. Hey, it's not like I ask my employers their opinions about everything in the news, okay? Let's just say that if this were a Venn diagram with one circle marked "my opinions" and the other one marked "my employers' opinions", there would doubtless be some overlap. But neither I nor my employers are able to pinpoint exactly where that overlap is.
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An experiment for a column I wrote about blogging back in December 2001. All these years later, I haven't been able to kick the habit.
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Yes -- the Future Boy blog for Business 2.0. And yes. If you want true, editorially-mandated daily coverage from me, that's probably the best place to look.
Mister, you talk funny. Are you one of them furrners?
Why yes I am, as it happens. I was born, raised and educated in Great Britain. I've been living in the U.S. since 1996 and identify as British.
I say, old chap, you forgot the "u" in "colour."
No I didn't. I may identify as British, but I am also an American journalist writing for an American audience about mostly American issues. These two different sides of me are a constant source of tension. Nevertheless, Daily Blah will adhere to American English grammar and spelling.
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Daily Blah for... Tuesday, November 19, 2002
Bankrupt Shows, Black Pyramids, Blue Men and Bill G
Today's blog comes to you live from Las Vegas, where I'm attending my third Comdex convention. Why I'm still going to these souless parades of gadgets and software that may never make it to market, I'm really not sure -- it's more the concern that if I stayed away, something important might be unveiled. I mean, there's still enough there there for a story or three. But trade shows like this are becoming increasingly irrelevant. As the industry slumps, less and less people show up, and so vendors are less and less willing to buy up booth space. The company that controls Comdex is facing bankruptcy, so this may well be the last such gathering. I won't miss it one bit.
I have, at least, gotten to stay at the Luxor -- that's the big black pyramid -- and to see the fabulous Blue Man Group there, all for the first time. Both the Blue Men and the hotel itself lived up to the hype. The only worrying thing about staying there is taking the elevators. They rock back and forth in what feels like a very unstable manner. It took me two days to figure out why. Of course: they're not going straight up. They're climing the inside of a pyramid.
Oh, and I got to have dinner at Morton's steakhouse with Bill Gates. Alas, everything that took place there was off the record. Sorry. I will say this much: you didn't really miss anything.
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