Saturday, March 28, 2009

Corn and Finance.

Financial players have managed to take a single measure of value, and slice, dice, reportion, repackage, and redesign the risk so that it appears in many different incarnations, each different from the others but reflecting the same underlying economic value. And my use of multiple verbs above, which are usually used by the media with a negative connotation, are meant in no such way. I actually think that the transformation of value into different vehicles can be tremendously useful - as long as the markets can actually keep up with the scope of their complexity, which has proven to not be the case. Just as humans are limited, all participants in the market are limited.

So today, I thought I would trace the source of our regulatory failure (i.e. fragmentation) through a single prism: A bushel of corn.

  • Buy or sell a bushel of corn? No regulator. At least not a financial regulator. Who knows about the corn gods.

  • Sweet. Now you've sold your bushel of corn. Put the money from that bushel of corn into a bank. Now that money is regulated by bank regulators the Federal Reserve, Office of Thrift Supervision, or the Office of the Comptroller of the Currency depending on what the bank looks like. And the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation (FDIC) which will save your ass if the bank fails.

  • Buy the bushel of corn in advance, that is, buy a future in corn? Then that contract for that future bushel of corn is regulated by the Commodities and Futures Trade Commission (CFTC).

  • Forget the corn itself, it's too corny. How about you buy an ownership stake the company that sells the corn? Now you've bought yourself an equity stake, a security, a share in a company. Now you're subject to the SEC and 50 state securities regulators.

  • Too complicated. How about instead of selling away rights to your corn company, you just agree to sell the stream of income from the bushels of corn? Well you got yourself a security still. And the SEC and 50 state securities regulators are watching.

  • Eh. Still complicated. I'm just gonna grow corn and pay a tiny little percentage to the insurance company and buy insurance on whether that corn crop will survive the season. Now you are subject to zero federal supervision, and you are instead subject to 50 different state insurance regulators all with their own rules. Yay federalism!

  • Ok, so let's simplify again...what if you just decide to flat out lend money to the farmer who grows the corn? Now you have to watch out for state usury laws, or, if the farmer is getting loans from lots and lots of people and decides to issue standardized debt agreements (bonds), then you're once again dealing in securities, although this time they're debt securities, and the SEC is breathing down your neck.
  • Now fuck the corn itself, how about you just learn about the corn markets and get paid to give advice to someone about whether to buy shares in the corn company or lend money to it? Now
    you're an investment adviser and the SEC regulates you as an investment adviser

  • Or, you could just sorta stand in the middle and buy and sell corn and corn related instruments to and from farmers and investors. And...take a penny or two off of every transaction, because you help the buyers and sellers find each other. Well now you're a broker-dealer. SEC and the Financial Industry Regulatory Authority (FINRA) regulate you as a broker-dealer.
And voila. The regulatory system in a nutshell. The question is then, how different are these different packages of corn? Do we really want 15 regulators regulating one thing packaged in 15 ways? Sure they're specialized and understand the nature of their little fiefdoms, but Who watches the Watchmen? (ha, I hate me too.) What is being pushed now by the Treasury and the Fed is to consolidate regulatory authority so that entire systems of finance don't develop in the gaps between these fiefdoms, which is exactly what has happened.

I'm not sure why I wrote this post, especially because I don't feel like taking it any further. I guess I've been thinking about this a lot and remember a very interesting day, like a year ago, when suddenly this insight about one underlying source of value splintering into a thousand different instruments, each with a different regulator, hit me like a ton of bricks....and found it interesting. Hopefully you will too? I dunno. I've also been sorta itching to write about the shadow banking system, mostly because it is such an awesome term, and because writing these things out helps me dig a little deeper into the details myself. Maybe I'll do that.

In the meanwhile, Disgrace by Coetzee was awesome. Now I'm onto reading essays, watching more Deadwood, and doing whatever the f I want because it's saturday and I need to relax.

30 comments:

Anonymous said...

thanks.

j

H said...

Funny - I thought of corn and finance just yesterday listening to the Planet Money podcast. They were talking about the systemic risk regulator and one of the hosts likened the possible systemic risks to fisherman overfishing (i.e. each fisherman catches as many fish as possible to maximize profit, which floods the market, which drives down prices, which spurs further overfishing, which drives down prices, which eventually leads to complete depletion of marine life resources (i.e. fish)). I thought, yeah, but *corn* is what comes to my mind (same incentive to overplant, overharvest; bumper crops drive down prices, etc.).

That was what the Ever-Normal Granary was supposed to help (prop up prices through loans). Too bad "Rusty" Butz and Nixon fucked things up.

I think we've both been reading too much Michael Pollan (I'm re-re-re-re-reading Omnivore's Dilemma). On the plus side, White House garden!

- H

ADM said...

That garden rocks. Just feels like everything's different...

You still gardening?

ADM said...

ha, did you hear the south park intro on yesterday's show? hahaha

Anonymous said...

Perhaps a Corn Law is in order.

Benjamin Disraeli

Anonymous said...

I disagree, you fop.

Robert Peel

Anonymous said...

I may be a fop, but at least I don't schtup prostitutes like Gladstone.

Anonymous said...

I don't schtup prostitutes. I merely flagellate myself after being tempted to schtup prostitutes.

William E. Gladstone

Anonymous said...

Oh right. Because that's better.

Disraeli

Anonymous said...

Stop this right now. Let us have this discussion no more.

Peel

Anonymous said...

Please sir, may I have some more?

Anonymous

Anonymous said...

Goddamn it Dickens. I've told you before that's not funny. You must have a screw lose. And I'm an expert after all.

Joseph Chamberlin

Anonymous said...

Joseph,

Does being syphalitc mean you have a screw loose?

Randolph Churchill

Anonymous said...

Not necessarily. I'd check with Oscar. He's slept with more diseased sailors than anyone.

Anonymous said...

What can I say? I'm "Wilde" about sailors.

Oscar

Jackhalfaprayer said...

Excellent post. Deadwood pwns.

Anonymous said...

Stop these puns. The bring tears to my eyes.

Lord Palmerston

Anonymous said...

Sorry to hear that Palmy old chap. Why don't you Crimea (war) river.

Anonymous said...

Who the heck was that?

Sir A. Conan Doyle

Anonymous said...

I don't know Doyle. Why don't you sick Sherlock and Watson on it? God your writing sucks. The Red Headed League was a front to rob a bank. Brilliant bit of wit there.

Trollope

Anonymous said...

It was brilliant. Better than anything you produced.

A. Conan Doyle

Anonymous said...

Oh, is that the best you got for literary criticism? Really Trollope. The Way we Live now was 900 pages of self indulgent crap.

Dickens

Anonymous said...

Oh, please, your last novel was so bad it should have been called Edwin Dread.

Anonymous said...

That was me by the way. Don't want to get Conan Doyle all rilled up again.

Trollope

Anonymous said...

Actually, I think he left to go find some fairies.

Dickens

Anonymous said...

Fairies? Where?

Oscar

Anonymous said...

Not those kind of fairies Oscar. Pixies.

Palmerston

Anonymous said...

Pixies? I thought the Pixies had gone to heaven.

Oscar

Anonymous said...

No, the Monkeys Gone to Heaven.

Kim Deal, Black Francis, Joey Santiago, and David Lovering.

ADM said...

RS: You are simultaneously funny and...um...god help me if we don't find 19 dead british hookers in your closet somehow transported across the ocean in cargo holds with silk red ribbons tied around their neck which you find delightful pleasure in slicing through as you sever the jugular and feel the warm blood splashing all over your fingertips, giving you a deliciously warm chill that is punctuated at night's end by a glass of sauvignon blanc in front of a poster of Richard Nixon while some anime/hentai porn rages on two screens, all back dropped by the swelling tunes of Ol' Blue Eyes, Sinatra himself.

And don't think that sniffing at the closet as you walk by it, eyes closed, hands clasped to your breast, but not breathing too deeply as to overindulge the senses and remain tantalized through all the moments of your day makes any of this more or less surprising.