I've been on vacation for the last week-and-change, and since I had to write ahead on the paying blog gig, this one got the short end of the stick. But I wanted to let you all know I hadn't forgotten you, and to leave you all with three quick hits and a piece of advice.
Hit #1: "Blue Chip, White Cotton: What Underwear Says About the Economy" (WaPo, Aug 31, 09) postulates that just as women have the lipstick index for These, Our Challenging Economic Times, so too do the menfolk -- their underdrawers. When men space out the replacement purchases, it's a reflection of economic insecurity. Sadly, there's nothing in the article postulating on what percentage of men's underwear sales are actually made by women.
Hit #2: "J. Crew: Required Reading" (Mine That Data, Aug 30, 09) is one man's takeaway from the most recent earnings call, and it's a fascinating look at how J. Crew is positioning itself strategically. Here's a hint: former Gap CEO Mickey Drexler is not falling into the "Everything on sale! AIEEEE!" strategy.
Hit #3: "Target vs. Walmart: The Next Phase" (BW, Aug 18, 09) points out that Walmart managed to clean up during These, Our Challenging Economic Times precisely because it was positioned as the leader in low prices, but Target's poised to suck up shoppers who are reluctantly scaling back their masstige-loving way of life.
And finally, the advice ... If you're ever so lucky as to make the pilgrimage to Powell's bookstore in Portland, Oregon, learn from my experience.
First, do not get hopped up on Voodoo Doughnut's finest offerings before going in, because the sugar rush will make your eyes oscillate for half an hour. This greatly impedes efficient browsing.
Second, print out your wishlist ahead of time. Even better, nerd it up, take advantage of Powell's little "Where to find this on the shelves" feature on the website, and make a spreadsheet of which coveted books will be where. I was running around the store trying to load Powells.com on my iPhone so I could remember which odd-ducky books I wanted, and halfway through, it hit me that a little prep could have gone a long way.
Third, resign yourself to lots of hostile weirdos in the aisles. Not reserved people of cultivated and eclectic tastes like you and I, of course -- I'm talking people who will look at you bug-eyed with loathing if you happen to reach for a sci-fi author they don't care for. It will go a lot easier for you if you do not look down at their armload of books, all of which feature descriptions like "Lucinda and her best friend Ravynne just opened a freelance white-witchery agency in downtown Salem ..." or "Bob had resented being turned into a vampire during his second tour in Iraq, but it gave him advantages as a civilian private eye ...", and just keep perusing the Vernor Vinge paperbacks in the desperate hopes that you can unwittingly be spirited away via the singularity. (Also, if you are like me and end up perusing the consumer-culture section, the odds of some tie-dyed baby boomer rolling their eyes at you in pure contempt are pretty good. Not even the presence of Barbara Ehrenreich's latest in your hand will save you!)
Not like I was greatly handicapped in my book browsing -- I did walk out with two grocery bags full of books. But boy, do I wish I had taken the time to prepare a list and shelf locations before going. And to maybe eat a breakfast that doesn't duplicate the effects of benzedrine. But those are small considerations -- Powell's is totally awesome, and if you're ever in Portland, go.
(Doughnuts above are: Devil's food with coconut, vanilla custard filled, and old-fashioned chocolate covered in Butterfinger pieces. Lethally delicious.)
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