Makes sense to me: e-commerce has a difficult time replicating the food court experience.
"Costco infuriates customers by constantly moving things around the store — and employees say it's a brilliant strategy"
Supposedly Trader Joe's and TJ Maxx also use the "treasure hunt" approach to some degree. I can't argue with success, but I'm not a fan.
When critics want to assess the alleged harms of Amazon, how the heck do they factor in this potentially large benefit?
"It’s trusting itself to expand into healthcare better than Washington ever might."
John R. Henry, a reader of this blog, has written an interesting essay on how robots are getting cheaper and better in packaging applications. This bit seems worth remembering:
Tools don’t take people’s jobs, they make them easier and more productive. Think of a carpenter with a handsaw versus a carpenter with power saw.
Kind of related: a brief--3 minute--video on the making of Skittles, the "#1 non-chocolate candy in the U.S."
Guardian article dated 2/2/07. Love these bits:
But on present showing that won't stop its continuing expansion which, as the MySpace generation goes into employment, could eventually extend Murdoch's influence in ways that would make his grip on satellite television seem parochial. . . .
John Barrett of TechNewsWorld claims that MySpace is well on the way to becoming what economists call a "natural monopoly".
Oops. Double oops. Triple oops if you count that Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram are not mentioned.
I really should start a Bad Prediction Hall of Fame.
Link via Kottke.
"In 1963, Jack Welch accidentally blew up a factory at GE — and it taught him a lesson about leadership that's stuck with him to this day"
Sounds like a good lesson, although there's this: "There's no telling how Reed might have reacted if the explosion had been fatal."
They're trying to automate final assembly. This has stumped bigger, more experienced automakers.
Related: Hitler finds out he is invested in Tesla bonds.
A sweet tribute to a college job working at Al's Deli in Evanston.
. . . Al’s Deli would become the best, most formative job I ever had. It was a place that taught me about food, wine, love, and became a reassuring constant when my family was splintering apart. It even led me down a path of food and beer writing. And it revealed to me one of life’s simplest truths: A well-made sandwich is the quickest path we mortals have to experiencing the divine.
Rent a toilet, collect a fee, and everybody is better off.