Cajun Boy

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Jan 5

On growth

Okay, this might sound stupid but I’m going to go ahead and throw it out there anyway because it involves a subject that I find endlessly perplexing: why is it that corporate entities, whether they’re publicly or privately owned, are always so hell-bent on growing? I suppose what rekindled this mild fascination was the release of Nick Denton’s “unique” memo earlier today where he outlined what he thinks the various Gawker Media properties need to do in order to grow in 2010.

The memo reminded me of a thought I’ve had for a while, which is this: once you’ve achieved a certain level of success, what’s wrong with simply being content with where you are?

By shunning the urge to grow, you can focus your resources/energy toward maintaining what made you popular in the first place with your core customers/audience, rather than channeling those resources/energy into tinkering with the formula that made you successful in the first place just so you can bring in new customers/audience members?

A company I’ve been fascinated with for the longest time, Starbucks, is a perfect example of the potential pratfalls inherent in the relentless pursuit of growth. Once upon a time, and it’s almost too long ago to recall now, Starbucks was a spunky little upstart chain that achieved great success selling a product that most people made at home, coffee. They became popular by simply providing a really good product that was sold by friendly, knowledgeable employees. I used to love Starbucks, as did millions of others. But that all changed rather rapidly.

Fueled by a seemingly insatiable desire to conquer the world, i.e. to grow, Starbucks CEO Howard Shultz started popping up everywhere touting all of the things Starbucks planned to do “to better serve our customers,” which just about any idiot knew was a thinly veiled euphemism for “what we need to do in order to grow.” So Starbucks started opening more stores, both domestically and abroad, at an astounding rate. They also started offering all sorts of crap food. This led to a bit of a problem…in order to staff all of the new stores, Starbucks had to lower their hiring standards a bit and then had to train these new, less-educated and less-motivated employees rapidly. Additionally, the food they were serving would often take time to prepare, which led to longer lines in the stores, not to mention that serving food took the focus off of the product that made them successful in the first place…COFFEE! So then what you wound up having were less than stellar employees serving a less than stellar product to increasingly pissed off customers, all in the name of, you guessed it, GROWTH!

Eventually, many of the core Starbucks customers, people like myself who would make multiple trips to their stores each day, abandoned them, and the company went into the shitter financially. To his credit, Howard Shultz recognized the company’s mistakes and took steps toward righting the ship by closing stores and eliminating some of the food items, but it may have been too late. Personally, I think I’ve had one Starbucks coffee in the past month, a far cry from the days when I was purchasing 2 or 3 per day, and frankly, I doubt that I’ll ever give Starbucks another chance. They just left me with too bad of a taste in my mouth, no pun intended.

I suppose it’s the natural order of things for human beings to aspire to grow, both personally and professionally, but just once, I’d love to hear of a company founder or CEO who has the balls to just put the damn thing in cruise control once they’ve passed their competitors with nothing but open highway on the horizon instead of continuing to push the pedal to the proverbial metal.

“You know what…I’ve got (insert number here) people per day consuming my product. I’ve got a nice house. A nice car. I take great vacations. I’ve got all I’ve ever wanted and more. So I plan on just doing everything I can to maintain doing exactly what we’ve been doing to make us so successful. By trying to attract new customers, we may alienate the customers we worked so hard for so long to build loyalty with.”

That’d be kind of refreshing, wouldn’t it?

What is it that they say about not trying to fix something that isn’t broke? Perhaps I’m naive, but I’m sure they do say that for a reason.



Dude, it’s been over 3 hours since you first teased us with a tweet alerting us to a forthcoming tale of one celebrity DJ’s struggle to ward off the hungry clutches of death, while on a boat no less. Please stop fucking with us and tell us the sure-to-be-tantalizing goddamn story already. We’re all sitting Indian style around the turntables in anticipation, brah.

Dude, it’s been over 3 hours since you first teased us with a tweet alerting us to a forthcoming tale of one celebrity DJ’s struggle to ward off the hungry clutches of death, while on a boat no less. Please stop fucking with us and tell us the sure-to-be-tantalizing goddamn story already. We’re all sitting Indian style around the turntables in anticipation, brah.


Jan 4
One of these days, instead of using Twitter every five minutes to plead for privacy as she mourns the death of her fiancee Casey Johnson, Tila Tequila will actually die herself. That’ll be a good day, I think.

One of these days, instead of using Twitter every five minutes to plead for privacy as she mourns the death of her fiancee Casey Johnson, Tila Tequila will actually die herself. That’ll be a good day, I think.


Is this some new Dash Snow-inspired college major where people learn to express themselves through cum? Please explain Fox. (via)

Is this some new Dash Snow-inspired college major where people learn to express themselves through cum? Please explain Fox. (via)



A new book is claiming that Warren Beatty has boned nearly 13,000 women

I call bullshit.


Jan 3
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

This Will Be My Year by Semisonic


This will be my only response to anything conceived by fucking formspring.me

fek:

Who is taller, Cajun Boy or Jeff Rosenthal?

Cajun Boy. Doesn’t matter what the technicality does, Jeff wouldn’t hurt a fly. He’s a sweetheart. So is Cajun, but given the right situation, he will not hesitate to deliver someone a down home ass stomping. You do not want to be on the wrong side of that man, which is aside from the joys of being on the right side of him. Pause.

Ask me anything

Foster, I’m still kinda digging that your old roommate described me as “something out of the Viking era.” Please incorporate that description into any future discussions about me, or else.


Jan 2

By carefully curating the people you follow, Twitter becomes an always-on data stream from really bright people in their respective fields, whose tweets are often full of links to incredibly vital, timely information.

The most frequent objection to Twitter is a predictable one: “I don’t need to know someone is eating a donut right now.” But if that someone is a serious user of Twitter, she or he might actually be eating the curmudgeon’s lunch, racing ahead with a clear, up-to-the-second picture of an increasingly connected, busy world. The service has obvious utility for a journalist, but no matter what business you are in, imagine knowing what the thought leaders in your industry were reading and considering.

David Carr

Dec 31
TMZ caught Pax Jolie-Pitt wearing a Drew Brees jersey while out and about in NYC with his old man. That kid’s on the right track, obviously.

TMZ caught Pax Jolie-Pitt wearing a Drew Brees jersey while out and about in NYC with his old man. That kid’s on the right track, obviously.


[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

Same Old Lang Syne by Dan Fogelberg

A few days ago I had a run-in with an old flame in a situation similar to the one described in this song, so it’s kind of stuck in my head now, making me all nostalgic and melancholy, as Dan Fogelberg songs tend to do.


Dec 30
zoee:

New Orleans is my kind of town

When I was in college I managed one of the South Louisiana’s many booze-to-go joints. Back then those sort of places seemed so normal and I’d no idea at the time how, ugh, unique they really are.

zoee:

New Orleans is my kind of town

When I was in college I managed one of the South Louisiana’s many booze-to-go joints. Back then those sort of places seemed so normal and I’d no idea at the time how, ugh, unique they really are.


tallwhitney:

At Least The Lady From “Will & Grace” Held My Hand While The Deranged Zimbabwean Doctor Took My Foreskin [via Deadspin]

When I saw this earlier today I literally spit coffee all over myself. I think I’m going to frame this and hang it above my toilet.

tallwhitney:

At Least The Lady From “Will & Grace” Held My Hand While The Deranged Zimbabwean Doctor Took My Foreskin [via Deadspin]

When I saw this earlier today I literally spit coffee all over myself. I think I’m going to frame this and hang it above my toilet.


“Alaska, the particular reality from which Palin hails, is so little known by most Americans that she was able to freely mythicize her state as the utopian last refuge of the “hard work ethic,” “unpretentious living,” and proud self-sufficiency. Her anti-tax rhetoric (private citizens spend their money more wisely than government does) and disdain for “federal dollars” were unembarrassed by the fact that Alaska tops the tables of both per capita federal expenditure, on which one in three jobs in the state depends, and congressional earmarks, or “pork.” So, too, she mythicized the straggling eyesore of Wasilla (described by a current councilwoman there as “like a big ugly strip mall from one end to the other”) as the bucolic small town of sentimental American memory. Listening to Palin talk about it, one was invited to inspect not the string of oceanic parking lots attached to Fred Meyer, Lowe’s, Target, Wal-Mart, and Home Depot, or the town’s reputation among state troopers as the crystal meth capital of Alaska, but, rather, the imaginary barber shop, drugstore soda fountain, antique church, and raised boardwalks, seen in the rosy light of an Indian summer evening.” Jonathan Raban’s review of Going Rogue in the new issue of the New York Review of Books is nothing short of devastating.

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