Clamstastic World Tour – Stevens Brosnihan’s Special Staff Photography Report

It’s been an amazing few weeks. The clam is now the top grossing website on the planet with 12 billion hits and a deluge of donations pouring in, putting our estimated net worth at just shy of a trillion quatloos. Even more astounding is the ubiquity of our corporate identity. In a recent Reuters survey, the clam logo is second only to Coke in terms of global brand recognition. J.D. Power and Associates so desperately wanted to give us a consumer satisfaction award that they created a new category just for us: Snark.

Taking advantage of our newly acquired corporate resources and connectivity, we have sent staff photographer, Stevens Brosnihan on a world tour in search of our fearless mascot. Though he did disappear for over a month and returned looking like Nazgul, we are a little suspicious of his subject matter. You be the judge.

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Bon Voyage

Travelling light, I brought my trusty Nikon F3 with a 50mm f1.4 prime lens and a few pairs of socks. The camera has the famous MD-4 motor drive that delivers 7 frames per second on a fresh set of batteries. I didn’t want to miss anything.

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Guam

Applying for visas and getting immunized took almost as long as my four week sojourn. Gratefully, my trip was unburdened by disease, excepting that bout with hoof and mouth while crossing the Upper Volta.

Izmir

Izmir

 

To avoid diarrhea, I tend not to eat while travelling. I stick to vitamin supplements, coffee, bottled beer and absinth when I can get it. I only lost 32 pounds on this trip.

Tblisi

Tblisi

 

The anti-malarial drugs were an unexpected perk. I love skirting the edge of psychosis while immersed in foreign cultures–alone and hypoglycemic. It reminds me of my childhood.

Kuala Lumpur

Kuala Lumpur

I think I over did it with the vidhara seed while crossing Rajasthan. There are four days and 2000 miles for which I have no recollection. And I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have willingly agreed to facial tattoos. But hey, when in Rome…

Belfast

Belfast

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Jaipur

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Nizwa

Now that negotiations with Elon Musk are finalized, I can formally announce my next photo tour: The lunar pits of Mare Ingenii. Preliminary launch date is March, 2017, barring liver failure or a severe downturn in Clam stock.

No Snark Sunday: The One Where KT Gets Sappy As Heck.

Last night, if you missed the ten thousand announcements, was Clam Night at the Eastern Point Lit House.

At our weekly meeting at the main Clam Headquarters board room last week, we made charts and graphs to estimate attendance. James broke out SPSS to do some regression analysis.  We did not know what to expect.

What we got? A great group of people, and more folks than we expected – a fun, engaging, hilarious audience. It was made up of some of our best friends, some strangers, and people who have been supportive of us from day one – or in so many cases, day negative one – just urging us to get the Clam off the ground. I hate public speaking with a passion, but with a tiny bit of liquid courage, I was able to talk candidly – a big step for me. And that’s because I knew the crowd was having fun.

A Paisley-clad Jim Dowd in his native habitat, a lectern talking animatedly.

A Paisley-clad Jim Dowd in his native habitat, at a lectern talking animatedly.

All the Clamtributors were there. And I can’t say enough about how great this team is. Some of them appeared out of nowhere. Everyone brings something unique to the table and they’re all genuinely funny, amazing folks. A good team is everything. This blog would be impossible for one person to do. It would actually be impossible for Jim and I to be the only ones doing the Clam, what with the having families and working on multiple projects. I want to edge away from being sappy and shit, but we have had an immense groundswell of support from people who aren’t getting paid, know this will never turn a profit, but enjoy helping nonetheless. I can’t possibly thank everyone enough.

From left: Stevens Brosnihan, Amanda Cook,  KT Toomey (ducking down awkwardly), Adam Kuhlmann, Jeremy McKeen, James Dowd, Len Pallazola, Brooke Welty

From left: Stevens Brosnihan, Amanda Cook, KT Toomey (ducking down awkwardly), Adam Kuhlmann, Jeremy McKeen, James Dowd, Len Pallazola, Brooke Welty. An amazing team.

Yesterday our all-time hits counter ticked past 300,000. Since the end of May. This seems like an unbelievable number, far above our best-case readership scenarios. For a blog that started as a Facebook dare between Jim and I (and we all know you can’t go back on a random Facebook dare), this has blossomed into a regular readership. A blog that has been quoted or linked to by Boston Magazine, the Globe, and Esquire. A meeting place for sarcastic, funny, smart folks.

We’ve realized that we’re filling a need here in Gloucester – maybe a need none of us realized we had until the Clam arrived. We have created a funny, smart, dialogue about this town. We laugh most days, we get serious some days. Sometimes we get hungover and our posts are kinda crappy. Sometimes people leave us amazing comments. Sometimes people leave us amazingly shitty comments. Sometimes people don’t like what we have to say, as if exposing Gloucester’s flaws means we hate the city instead of wanting to fix them and make the city better.

We’re already discussing another future Clam Night. The Lit House was a great setting. Clams Against Humanity was a huge hit, thanks to our beta testers. We’ll be offering it as a downloadable series of .pdfs for chump change as soon as we perfect it.

Thank you, all of you. Thanks for giving us the opportunity to write for you.

 

 

 

Wicked Tuna Recap – “Sharks and Recreation”

Oh, boy! We’re back with another episode of KT’s Wicked Tuna Recap. If you’re new to this, I have no idea how to fish, so I figured recapping this show would be an eye-opening look into the fishing industry. Mostly, though, I’ve learned it just involves a lot of yelling.

On this episode, the narrator tells us there’s only three weeks left to fish, so the yelling will probably get more intense. I mean, he doesn’t say that second part, I just assume it.

Over on HebertBoat (Are we down with calling it Hebort? I want to be), they hook a fish but the shifter cable that lets them drive the boat from outside breaks, so they have to drive from inside. If you guessed this involved more yelling than usual, you’d be right! They get a big fish and then in true fashion, post pictures all over the internet (#fishselfie) Dave C from the Tuna.com is all “that’s poor Captaining!” which I would normally say isn’t a word but I’d totally use that word, so carry on.

RING RING RING RING RING RING RING RING TUNAPHONE

RING RING RING RING RING RING RING RING TUNAPHONE

Hot Tuna is out at night catching herring, which hasn’t really been explained to me before but now makes sense. Also, every time they catch a herring and accidentally drop it on the deck, the rottweiler eats it. The Hot Tuna is edging into “KT’s Fave Boat” category over the Pinwheel just because of the cute dog alone. They get a random late-night bite (do Tunas have fourthmeal?) and it ends up being a thresher shark, which I guess are the shitbags of the sea, since they can injure you pretty bad and whatnot. The Hot Tuna Doods screech wildly and flail their arms in response, and the dog bravely goes to investigate and almost gets walloped in the process.

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Ryan, deckhand of the Hot Tuna, explains that he won’t eat the caught shark. “We have a pact, I don’t eat them, they don’t eat me. So far so good.” GLAD YOU TRUST THEM BROTATO CHIP BUT THEY’D EAT YOU GIVEN THE CHANCE. SHARKS ARE NATURE’S JERKS.

I WON'T EAT YOU! I PROMISE! OKAY I'LL PROBABLY EAT YOU A LITTLE BIT

I WON’T EAT YOU! I PROMISE! OKAY I’LL PROBABLY EAT YOU A LITTLE BIT

Hold on to your Marlboro Lights, folks, over on the Hard Merchandise they’ve got a fish! Everyone on this reality show has really upped the scream level in the past few weeks. Now everybody’s just randomly yelling whenever they can, like it’s a 5 year old’s birthday party. THE FISH IS UNDER THE BOAT! LET’S SCREAM! IT’S NO LONGER UNDER THE BOAT! YELL MORE! “We need this fish!” If you’re following along at home, I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to take a shot every time they say they need the fish. Of course, saying that means you don’t get the fish, and they get 99.99% done and then the line breaks. Dang.

Meanwhile, on Hebort, Paul is looking at the woes of the Hard Merchandise through binoculars and laughing manically. Dude, douche move. Pretty sure the sea god is gonna fuck you up for that. Like Poseidon or whoever, I don’t know, I’m a fucking atheist.

The shark that the Hot Tuna caught gets shared with Dave and the Hard Merchandise, because I guess last year one of them caught him right in the nipple, so he wanted his revenge. Nipple revenge. Dave is psyched for the freebie shark steaks. “It’s like the veal cutlet of the sea!” I’ll be sure to get that next time I send visiting elderly family members to the Gloucester House for 4PM Friday dinner.

Reenacting Nipplegate: Ocean Edition.

Reenacting Nipplegate: Ocean Edition.

The Tuna.Com is delighting in the cooking of blueberry pancakes when they get a bite on their line. For the first time in awhile watching this show, I audibly chuckled at three grown men running around on a slippery ship deck while simultaneously trying to hold pancake mix and fish.

Tuna pancakes was my nickname in high school.

Tuna pancakes was my nickname in high school.

They catch the fish, and probably make new pancakes that taste less like floor. The Hot Tuna catches a fish, there’s a ton of yelling and barking, some water, and oh god is this over yet? Oh, it is, but not before a cheesy part where the Heberts show up at Bass Pro Shops in this totally staged advertising bit. Faaaantastic. Time for a beer.

Clamsplainer’s Market Basket Update: This shit’s like the Titanic.

It’s been a week since I last wrote about the saga of Market Basket – its long, bitter history of family rivalry, its unbelievable hijinks in the state court system, and how Arthur T Demoulas was unseated.

A lot has happened since I wrote those articles (and a heck of a lot of people read them). And, most surprisingly, a lot hasn’t happened on the Market Basket side of things.

As protests continued last week outside all 71 stores, everything seemed frozen in time. The new reality – no produce, a dwindling amount of fresh food and generic brand foods, and few shoppers – was setting in. Nothing was happening. Everybody went elsewhere for food, no one bothered to even see what was left at the Basket. The only fresh faces seemed to be the ones coming to experience what the fuss was about, the ones asking questions, and the ones explaining to their kids what worker strikes were and how they happened. The employees are sticking to their guns – and even upping the game. Cars with posters of Arthur T Demoulas’ face taped to them are driving all over Gloucester, eliciting honks and cheering. The bellwether dog statue at the corner of East Main and Bass Ave is now adorned with a Market Basket uniform and a pro-Artie T sign. In Danvers, dozens of young protesters on Monday braved fierce rainstorms to support their former CEO.

Slightly after the rain. Listen, no one's paying me to go and get wet.

Slightly after the rain. Listen, no one’s paying me to go and get wet.

At the end of last week, the employees’ loyalty and their unorthodox revolt started to hit the national news. Heck, even Robert Reich is writing about the Basket now. This is huge. A non-union workforce walked off the job. They said “fuck it” to the very real threat of cuts in benefits and squeezing of the blue-collar workers, and the also very real threat of raised grocery prices – hitting those who rely on the chain’s low prices to make ends meet. Aside from the Occupy movement, which is obviously a pretty different scenario, this is the only time in any recent history a protest this massive has taken place against a corporation in the US – and it’s COMING ALMOST ENTIRELY FROM INSIDE THE CORPORATION.

WE'VE TRACED THE CALL. IT'S COMING FROM THE MEAT DEPARTMENT.

WE’VE TRACED THE CALL. IT’S COMING FROM THE MEAT DEPARTMENT.

The board met this last Friday after Arthur T Demoulas gave the board a buyout offer. But they made no major announcements aside from admitting they got the offer, and sticking with the “get back to work” refrain. This is how inept the board and management is – they’ve completely lost control of the company, they are positively hemorrhaging cash on a daily basis, and their only takeaway from a meeting is calmly asking employees to return to their jobs. Who is on this board, Spongebob Squarepants and a bunch of six year old kids?

Are they fucking HIGH? Do they not understand the depth of the problem facing them right now? This ship is sinking like a stone and they’re acting like it’s a slight delay in the maiden voyage to New York. No, motherfuckers, you hit a fucking iceberg, and you didn’t act in time. It’s been a month since Arthur T was fired and all you did was stay the course and hope that the employees would tire themselves out and return to work. I’ll mention again that one of the current CEOs is Jim Gooch, whose former leadership position was fucking RADIO SHACK. Turning this ship around and bailing water isn’t going to get easier with every nightfall.

It's cool, we cam totes fix this with a couple of stockboys and a pallet of wheat bread.

It’s cool, we cam totes fix this with a couple of stockboys and a pallet of wheat bread.

Market Basket’s PR is abysmal. Known for being one of the few companies that entered 2014 WITHOUT A WEBSITE YES I AM SERIOUS THEY DON’T HAVE A GODDAMN WEBSITE, they are now playing catch-up. What, did they think the Internet was a fucking fad? Literally they survived for decades because some guy bought domain space and scanned the flyer every week. Their opposition – teenagers with twitter, tumblr, vine and facebook, mind you – beat them to the punch by weeks. Their side of the story was everywhere long before the board could even release a statement on why they fired Arthur T Demoulas. You snooze, you lose, or whatever the Urban Dictionary version of that saying is these days.

21/F Looking for someone to destroy the establishment with.

21/F Looking for someone to destroy the establishment with.

The acrimony between Market Basket and pretty much everybody else deepens with every passing day. Their supply chain of dairy, vegetables, meat, etc is now a full-scale disaster – those smaller companies who rely on Market Basket to buy their goods are struggling right now, and they are rightly pissed. Some of them may not survive if this board doesn’t get its head out of its ass and do SOMETHING.

But what is this ineffectual leadership going to do? Fucking fire everyone? Yeah, no. Disaster. Not even just in a logistics sense, but from a PR standpoint, it would be a headache to attempt to hire an entirely new work force for every store. Customers are protesting along with the workers, and the fallout from such a move would be drastic. It would take months for a new workforce to get up to speed, if they could even find enough people willing to work there. Do they think robotic minions grow on trees? Not since we told Monsanto to cut the crap with the robotic minion GMOs.

Is replacing the new CEO team not an option? Don’t look at me, I have tattoos, pink hair, live in relative poverty, and I’m writing a freakin’ blog. I’m not exactly in Harvard Business School here. But with these two dipweasels at the helm, it’s not going well for Market Basket. This shitstorm may not be entirely under their control, but they’re sitting there with stupid looks on their faces just letting it happen with no real solutions.

Should they sell? Their options are running out – any other offers on the table that aren’t related to Arthur T Basket are going to start to fade out once the potential buyer realizes the magnitude of the employee “problem” and how much it’s going to take to right the ship – it’s not a turnkey operation. It’s a mess. Another week or two of stalemate, and everything’s going to be in far worse shape and we can probably all pool our pennies together and buy it ourselves.

But half the board hates Arthur T Demoulas. Family values, y’all! Selling the company to him would be the ultimate burn for them. They’d be giving in and he’d be getting what he wanted. And these aren’t exactly the type of folks to put employees, customers, and their supply chain ahead of their own pride. But if the other option is supreme, utter, public failure, selling to Arthur T and taking the huge wad of cash isn’t that bad of an idea, now is it.

I think the Basket might be fucked if nothing happens soon, and that’s tragic. But this is capitalism, baby. If you’re ineffectual these days, you’ll be eaten alive. For decades, Market Basket was anything but ineffectual, but damn if the tide hasn’t turned. You hit the iceberg, now deal with it.

Customers, employees, suppliers and whole communities are looking for the lifeboats here. The board bitching with each other over ancient grudges can’t be the thing between them and survival.

The Clam’s Tournament of Shitty Parking Lots is Over. And the Winner is…

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The Winner of the 2014 Tournament of Shitty Parking Lots is… 7/11 Bass Ave!

The battle for shittiest parking lot’s final round between 7/11 and Destino’s ended up neck and neck. By the time voting ended arbitrarily five minutes ago, there were only 3 votes separating the two.

But 7/11 Bass Ave was victorious. Its particular type of bedlam is a horror show for people parking, driving by, or walking or cycling.

It deserves its certificate of shittiness. It should revel in its new distinction. A beam of light should descend upon those backing their R/Vs out into traffic without bothering to check if traffic is clear. A cacophony of horns shall forever be heard echoing through the trees.

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Take this, 7/11, and display it proudly. You have conquered all other lots in town. You are the one Shittiest Lot. We salute you.