What do you get when you combine a sportswriter awaiting his buyout, baseball’s winter meetings, two big-budget teams and Las Vegas?
This epic post from Dan Graziano, soon to be formerly with the Newark Star-Ledger.

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What do you get when you combine a sportswriter awaiting his buyout, baseball’s winter meetings, two big-budget teams and Las Vegas?
This epic post from Dan Graziano, soon to be formerly with the Newark Star-Ledger.
Merck gave a “state of the biz-nass” presentation today. Here’s their statement about it. As with every other major pharma company, they plan to
My favorite statement was this sentence on the company’s “focus”:
The Company is focused on developing novel, best-in-class or follow-on treatments for patients in primary care, specialty care, and hospital settings.
That is, they’re “focused” on making all types of drugs for all settings.
This series of posts about adventures in my local supermarkets began with a single product. This is that product:
I suppose the indigo packaging, set off against the sky blue of the other toothpastes, was enough to catch my eye. Who puts toothpaste in a dark box? Wouldn’t that be tantamount selling it in a dingy yellow carton?
Not if your toothpaste possesses . . . the flavor of night!
Yes, this brand of Crest is somehow imbued with “clean night mint,” as opposed to the dirtyDIRTY day mint of other toothpastes. Studying the box, I was struck by two thoughts:
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I know the news will break your heart, but there’s no Montaigne post this week. My headcold rendered me even less comprehensible this weekend. I’ll try to write about the first few essays of Book Three next week.
What I’m reading: Dear American Airlines, the Comics Journal‘s interview with Jason, a little Plutarch, a little Montaigne.
What I’m listening to: After reading this Te-Nahisi Coates post — and its slew of comments — on Michael Jackson and his influence on a generation-plus of performers, I listened to a bunch of MJ’s stuff this weekend. Sure, it’s easy to goof on him for losing his mind and engaging in all sorts of bad craziness, but holy crap did he make great pop music. I’ll argue that Phil Collins had more hits spread out over the course of the 1980s, solo and with Genesis — and that MJ has never released a single remotely as offensive as Illegal Alien — but Michael Jackson & Quincy Jones had a run where they made the best pop music in the past 30 years, hands down. Plus, no one exactly made appointment TV to see the debut of a new Phil Collins video.
What I’m watching: Arrested Development. Oh, and Michael Clayton, which was dull, although I was happy to see the bad guy from Bachelor Party return and try to blow up George Clooney. But let me ask: WHY ARE YOU USING FLASHBACK? There was no reason whatsoever for the movie to have a flashback structure, except to show a car exploding in the first few minutes. It was an idiotic decision, making the car explosion tension-free when the flashback caught up to that moment. Why are filmmakers such cretins? Why can’t they tell a story without using a structural cheat? This isn’t Memento!
What I’m drinking: One day it’s Junipero & Q Tonic, the next it’s NyQuil.
What Rufus is up to: Stylishly trotting around the neighborhood in his purple & black coat/snood.
Where I’m going: NYC next Saturday for a birthday BBQ lunch at Blue Smoke.
What I’m happy about: Nick Saban and William Jefferson both lost. And my wife’s still alive in her NFL Loser pool! Thanks, Steelers!
What I’m sad about: I can’t expand my DirecTV DVR’s storage capacity with an eSata drive. (Well, I can, but only by shutting off the internal drive.)
What I’m pondering: My spreadsheet of holiday gift recipients.
About four years ago, our company hired an internet marketing guru who was supposed to “bring us into the 21st century” or something. I nicknamed her “The Orient Express.” This wasn’t because she was Asian — she wasn’t — but because she’d managed, within a single week, to alienate every single branch of our 50-person company: editorial, sales, circulation, production, and accounting. Even the office manager hated her. In fact, the only thing that prevented me from throwing a stapler at her head was the fact that my computer monitor was blocking my path.
I started to get called into strategy meetings around this time, because I seemed to know something about the internet and some of my marketing suggestions were bearing fruit, despite the fact that I occasionally walked around the office dressed as if I’d just broken out of prison.
During one of the Orient Express’ presentations on how she was going to reshape our company, she busted out a breakdown of the money were spending on web-hosting, e-mail management, and other online services. She repeatedly hammered the point of how much money we were spending this way, when we could cut those costs by moving things in house (and maybe hiring people she knew, including her son, to handle things). I kept waiting for her to say what we would do after making these changes, but this appeared to be the extent of her “online strategy.”
After her umpteenth explanation of how much money we were wasting by using outside providers, I spoke up. I said to the group (including the owner of the company), “Y’know, the premise of my magazine is that, if you don’t do something really well, then you’re probably better off paying someone else to do it. Especially if you’re a small company. As far as I know,” looking over at the owner, “we’re not exactly hemorrhaging cash, so I’m not sure we need to make a priority of cost-cutting. I mean, it’s cool to want to save us money, but it seems to me that it’s one thing to shrink costs, and another to build new sources of sales.”
She announced that if we just listened to her, we would become a cutting-edge online content provider! I realized then that I should’ve brought a Bullshit Bingo card into the meeting. She had no plans for creating new online products for us to sell. All she saw was our online expense and how it could be smaller.
I was reminded of the Orient Express and her fixation on cost-cutting for its own sake when I read this BusinessWeek article on Edgar Bronfman’s Warner Music Group last week. Warner’s album sales have grown under Mr. Bronfman’s tenure. The numbers are pretty anemic, but they’re positive when the competition is in decline.
The point the article makes is that Mr. Bronfman did cut costs at the company, but savings weren’t treated as their own goal:
How did Bronfman do it? He cut Warner’s artist roster nearly 30%, ditching more than 50 acts that were no longer selling well. He refused to pay big bucks to keep the likes of Madonna and Nickelback out of rivals’ hands. And he found some $300 million in annual cost savings. Result: Warner had more time and money to focus on new potential hitmakers.
Other music companies have slashed budgets for artists and repertory (A&R), the department that finds and nurtures talent. Not Bronfman, whose hundreds of scouts spend their nights in clubs, from Manchester to Seoul, and their days on MySpace, finding new chart toppers such as James Blunt, Gnarls Barkley, and Panic At The Disco. The strategy is paying off: Warner’s share of U.S. sales of new releases is up 7% since 2004, vs. a decline of 2% for the rest of the industry, according to Nielsen SoundScan, which tracks music sales
It’s one thing to say, “There’s no way Madonna can earn back the advances on her albums; we can save $100 million by letting her walk,” but it’s another to actually put some of that money into developing new acts.
What happened to the Orient Express? At our Christmas party that year, I warned her explicitly about alienating the company that was handling our web-hosting and site updates. That company was also an ad agency that had long relationships with several of our magazines. Maybe I was too friendly in my warning. Days later, she sent the company a fax stating that we no longer needed their services. Two days after that, she was shitcanned. She hadn’t lasted 100 days.
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I’m still a bit under the weather, so I won’t offer much commentary on these posts about book publishing. There was a big shakeout yesterday at Random House and layoffs at Simon & Schuster. Along with last month’s announcement that Houghton Mifflin Harcourt was “freezing” acqusitions — leading to the resignation of its publisher — the industry looks like it’s reeling.
Kassia Kroszer thinks that imprints don’t mean much and that independent publishers have a great opportunity ahead, since they don’t need to worry about generating profits that would satisfy a multinational corporation.
Eric Wolff thinks that publishing needs to return to its roots as a hobby for literary rich folk.
Oh, and here’s a link I’ve been sitting on for a little while: Theodore Dalrymple on used bookshops and inscriptions.
Talk amongst y’selves . . .
I’m home sick today with a headcold. I don’t feel like writing, but I don’t want to deprive you, my devoted readers, from a little dose of VM entertainment. So here’s a link to illustrator Christoph Niemann’s latest visual blogpost, covering his history with coffee! Enjoy!
For this week’s installment of Lost in the Supermarket, I thought I’d hearken back to my doubleplusunkosher post by offering up . . . imitation crabmeat!
Of course, it begs the question as to whether something this artificial is actually traife. As opposed to just a Bad Idea.
This week, you get a bonus pic! It doesn’t come from a supermarket, so it doesn’t warrant its own post. However, I couldn’t resist snapping a pic of . . . a kosher hot sandwich vending machine?
I found this one up at an outlet mall in New York state. My wife & I will only go there on a Saturday morning, before the busloads of New Yorkers arrive and when the hasidic contingent has to stay home for shabbat. Otherwise, it’s like a cross of Spanish Harlem, the Axis powers, and Samaria up there.
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