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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.
Do you write any other blogs, by chance? Could that have something to do with the fact that Daily Blah isn't always Daily?
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... Saturday, June 04, 2005
Horse Box
I know I promised not to talk about E3 any more, but did I tell you about the horse's head incident? Well, before the show, I spent some time hanging out eating Italian food with the Electronic Arts team working on Godfather: The Game. Tim McDowd, the team's PR guy, asked me where I was staying in LA for the show. "Why?" I asked, "are you going to put a horse's head in my bed?" No, he laughed, we were just thinking of getting some journalists together for a drink during E3. I gave him the name of the hotel and thought no more of it.
Then on the Wednesday of the show, tired and with ears buzzing, I returned to my room -- and noticed an empty cardboard box on the floor. Indignant, I called housekeeping -- did the maid leave it here? Can you clear it away, please? This is not what I expect from a hotel of this caliber. On further investigation, the box appeared to be addressed to the concierge, from Electronic Arts. What was going on? I jumped on the bed, still shrouded in darkness, and grabbed the nearest cushion. Hmm. Strange shape.
Of course, it was a giant, fluffy, stuffed horse's head with "x"s for eyes and a note "from the Don" tied to its tongue. I had to laugh that, like a six year old at Christmas, I'd focused entirely on the cardboard box and almost didn't notice the present.
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