Tag: All In
Name It
Sometimes I wonder why we put so much stock in a name. Shakespeare had it right in the words of Juliet; the label on the outside doesn’t change what’s in the package, yet companies spend billions of dollars every year promoting names. Most large corporations employ firms that test product names on focus groups before they will consider them for a product label. Can you imagine being part of a panel in which you have a scorecard in front of you as you are asked, “Which name do you prefer, Resalto or Xarelto?” I probably should put a copyright mark after both of those since I think they are likely owned by some drug company.
Herding Cats
By Chris McClure, Contributing Editor Sometimes the things bouncing around in my head don’t fall into nice, neat categories the way I would like them
Beef Scores
By Chris McClure, Contributing Editor At some time previously, I wrote about the need for a faster feedback mechanism for the cattle industry. The market
Time and Change
By Chris McClure, Contributing Editor Sometimes you need to just start anew, to scrap everything you thought you knew and take a fresh go at
Splicing the Disconnect
By Chris McClure, Contributing Editor The disconnection between people who live in the city and those who grow the food they eat continues to grow
Castle Walls
By Chris McClure, Contributing Editor.
Safe behind my castle walls I sit with my own thoughts. Of how to keep the demons out that threaten what is mine.
Sales Is Life
By Chris McClure, Contributing Editor From our first cry demanding that we be fed, to our final grasp at fleeting life, we are in sales.
Standing Fast
By Chris McClure, Contributing Editor.
During the late 1870s, shortly after the Texas Panhandle was opened to settlement thanks to the efforts of the U.S. Cavalry under Ranald S. Mackenzie, cattle rustling became a problem.
Unexpected Role Models
By Chris McClure, Contributing Editor There seems to always be a kid whom other kids pick on. It might be that they’re a little bit
Best-Laid Plans
By Chris McClure The best-laid plans never seem to turn out as intended. In time, gates sag a little, trees grow up in the fence