Monday, March 30, 2009

The Shadow Banking System.

I've been watching Quantum of Solace on a calm night off, drinking some beers, lounging on my couch doing absolutely nothing (except responding to RS' absurdity of absurdities on the previous post...which explains the 30 odd comments), and even though it's midnight and I have a 9 am call tomorrow morning and my mind is not functioning optimally at all from the beerage, I thought maybe I'd take a stab at the Shadow Banking System. I have to say, as a term, it is an awesome one. (And Quantum of Solace appears to mark a very quick descent for the previously good Daniel Craig bond movie into schlocky, overwrought, over directed and over choreographed action nonsense. But, as usual, the bond girl was smokin.)

As always, subject to the usual caveats, I have the distinct idea that what I'm about to write is going to sound very pompous and bizarre in tone, but I find it easier to write this way, so go fuck yourself with a big rubber dick and then call your mother to report on it, because, for a fact, I know she likes being fucked with a big rubber dick and would love to hear some family input on the matter. Yes, I'm talking to you. Even if you are my brother.

So to understand the shadow banking system, the normal banking system needs a quick review. (Pardon me if this is too elementary, but I still barely understand this myself.) Let's start with the concept of money and the money supply. So there's about 900 billion dollars of physical US currency in circulation right now, yet US GDP is somehow over 13 trillion. How is this possible? What is money, if not currency? How do you "print" money if you're not actually printing money? What the fuck is money? Yes, let's start there.

Well, we'll start there after this. The control of the US money supply is crucial to maintaining stability in the economy. If the US government "prints" too much money, that is, if the Federal Reserve lends out too much money at super low interest rates, then money because less valuable. That's inflation. This is what has happened in Zimbabwe, where the government printed SO much money that inflation was last reported at 231 million percent. Yes. I typed that correctly.

So why did i put "prints" in quotations? Because when the US "prints" money, that has absolutely nothing to do with printing currency. "Printing" money merely means increasing the money supply. What the fuck does THAT mean? (They now call this "Quantitative Easing" in the press, if you ever wondered wtf that means.)

Starting with the simplest banking system. Imagine you have 100 dollars of value, whatever that means. Lets just say that is 100 dollars of hard currency, let's say Gold. You take that 100 dollars and you put it in a bank. The bank says "cool doucher" and then promptly turns around and lends that money to RS, doucher extraordinaire. Now the bank cannot lend out all 100 dollars. It has to have SOME money in the bank if you decide to come back and get your money. So it holds a "capital cushion" or a "reserve." Roughly speaking, this is usually 4% to 8% of that 100 dollars. Anyway, so the bank takes 100 from you and lends 92 dollars to RS, doucher extraordinaire. RS, doucher extraordinaire, then goes to another bank and deposits those 92 dollars in another bank, which we will call Boucher Bank. So then Doucher Bank (not to be mistaken with Deutsche Bank), lends out like 86 of those dollars to me. I then take those 86 dollars and deposit them in my bank, Awesome Bank, which lends the money out after holding some cushion of its own. By now you get the picture. From those 100 dollars of original currency, the banking system, through its loans, has effectively "printed" 100 + 92 + 86 + ad nauseam dollars. And ALL of that, every entry on the books, is real money. At any time, each of us could go to our respective banks and should be able to pull our money out. And it has value. (Of course, underlying all of this is the stability of the banking system and the confidence that not everyone will run to get their money out of the banks at once. As NPR aptly put it, money is trust. And this is why.)

So the Federal Reserve's job, generally speaking, is to set the amount that banks have to hold in reserve, and thus control how much is being lent out at each iteration, and thus controlling how much money is in the system. So if the Fed were to require banks to hold 20 dollars for every 100 dollars it takes in, only 80 could be lent out the next time, and so on and so forth, leading to MUCH less money in the system compared to a situation where banks only had to hold 4 dollars for every 100. In addition, the Federal Reserve also operates as a bank. It lends out money at interest rates it sets (Federal Funds Rate), and by lending at high or low rates, it also controls the general interest rate in the economy. By setting these capital reserve requirements and interest rates, the Fed controls the amount of currency that exists in the system. If it looks like there's going to be massive inflation and money will start to lose its value, the Fed will ramp up the capital cushions and ramp up interest rates, thus restricting the amount of lending and thus shrinking the money supply. This is also why Alan Greenspan is getting F'd in the A over his time at the Fed. He kept the interest rates super low when he should have reined them in...leading to a massively inflated asset bubble. Nevermind.

Anyway, there you have it. The money supply. Banks have to hold certain reserves at the Federal Reserve's dictates and that constitutes the primary means that the government has to control inflation, the money supply, and in some sense, economic growth. And it generally worked.

So what the holy fuck is the shadow banking system?

The shadow banking system is where lending and borrowing takes place outside of this oversight and supervision. This is where derivatives and mortgage-backed securities and other such nonsense come into play. So imagine a bank, instead of taking in deposits and lending out those deposits, or lending money for a mortgage and taking the house as collateral, decides to engage in a brand new endeavor. Instead, this bank decides that it will not keep any of the loans on its books. So it will loan out lots and lots of money for people to buy their houses. And then it will take the houses as collateral. So far, just like a normal mortgage.

But now, instead of holding the houses and loans on their books, and holding the capital cushion, they will drop all of the loans and houses into a giant pool, slice them into securities and sell them to Wall Street investors. So Wall Street will get the 6% interest rates being paid on those mortgages, the home owners will get funding to buy their houses from the Wall Street funding, and the bank no longer holds either while taking a cut off the top. If you dig in to this structure, you notice that there is lending. You notice there is borrowing. You notice that everything operates the way it normally would in a banking system. It IS a fucking banking system. Money is borrowed and lent by banks.

EXCEPT, because the banks are not taking in and lending out that original 100 dollars, they are not required to hold 8 dollars on their books anymore. So you still have that same 100 dollars, and instead of that 100 dollars become 92 dollars, and then becoming 88 dollars, and so on....you have the 100 dollars and no restrictions on lending.

Thus, instead of the Fed controlling the money supply by carefully controlling and calibrating the "reserve ratio" or "capital cushion," you have unfettered loans by all of these banks without any regard to capital requirements. In essence, these banks are "printing" more and more money with each of these lending structures, and it is completely out of the control of the regulators. Banks begin to loan more and more and more through these structures, and the money supply is no longer able to be controlled by the Federal Reserve. And if you look at it from a bigger picture, all this lending and all this borrowing is happening, it's just been restructured outside the formal banking system. Hence, the shadow banking system.

And the consequence? The level of consumer and household debt dramatically increases. And what we perceive to be "Growth" because there's more money, is actually an increase in the money supply and an increase in debt. And then a bubble inflates. And inflates. And inflates. And then pops. And here we are.

Anyhow, I'm not even going to bother re-reading that. I'm slightly tipsy and I'm not even sure if that made any sense. But I thought I'd share it, incomprehensible or not. Because it interests me. And I remember how I used to find everything financial and everything economic entirely incomprehensible until I somehow found a way to understand it. And hopefully, I am helping SOMEONE in that process.

Did anyone make it this far? Peace out bitches.

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.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

To Live Deliberately

...is a lesson I find myself losing and regaining from time to time. I ask you to remind me in those moments I am clearly and utterly derailed. Life is very good and I need to remain slow enough to enjoy it.

Before digging into the first layer of self-indulgence, allow me to make a point: It is unfortunate for this guy, and the rest of us, that this was CNN's choice of photo for the fact that the stock markets have been on an upswing during the last week.

Moving on...

Tonight was a very good night, in the most unextraordinary ways. This post will exemplify all of the mundanity popularly mocked on blogs, but I persist because my blog is fairly closely controlled as to viewership, and I know you all well enough that I can tell you to suck it and hear a "no you suck it" in return, so whatever.

After making a 6.1 mile run, on concrete no less, along the East River from 11th street all the way to the southern tip of Manhattan and back, I went shopping at my local pasta place and bought one of those awesome pepperoni/sausages draped over the steel bar above the counter, a pound and a half of fresh gnocchi, and a large loaf of bread. I limped home, loaded myself up on gnocchi and bread (the entire loaf which I managed to finish tonight, and laid on my couch with a Sam Adams catching up on The Office and 30 Rock until I passed out from sheer exhaustion for 3 hours on my couch. Apparently Stringer Bell is now on The Office. Holy jesus.

Upon waking up, I flipped on the Duke game and ordered a burger from a local joint with fries, diet coke, and a oreo ice cream sandwich, which I wolfed down with impressive esophogeal agility and proceeded to trudge out to Blockbuster to pick up Disc 1 of Season 2 of Deadwood (quickly moving up on my list of "totally awesomes") and then decided, on a whim, to stop by the Strand Bookstore and pick up a book or two to keep me human. I wandered the store for about an hour, listening to the new Sigur Ros album (which is excellent by the way, and very very different than their earlier albums, except the talent remains) and was just like a pig in shit wandering by myself amongst books. And I definitely wasn't alone. Turns out a lot of people also like to spend their Saturday evenings wandering in a bookstore. I bought two books: Disgrace by Coetzee, which I have been avoiding for fear that it is too obscure for me to comprehend (see, e.g., Foucault's Pendulum, was I really supposed to enjoy that?)) and The Best American Essays 2008, which I am surprisingly excited about.

Then, I wandered home and decided to start reading both of the books.
Disgrace is shockingly clear, simply written, not the slightest bit obscure and extremely accessible in all respects. I have enjoyed the first 30 pages, and I expect to enjoy the rest, when the story finally picks up. As for the book of essays, I am actually very excited about that as well. Despite the apparent schlockiness of the premise of some publisher collecting the "Best Of" of each year and releasing 30 volumes of the "Best Short Stories," "Best Mystery Stories," "Best Political Writing," "Best Sports Writing" and on and on...I actually find these compilations to be fantastic filters for some truly excellent writing and forceful thinking. I would recommend them highly. (Unless, of course, you have the ability to truly dig deeply and discover all of the wonder of the writing world on your own devices, in which case I think it's ok that you don't try them out. And then recommend some good stuff to me. And then realize that I'm mocking you.)

Anyhow, after reading for about an hour and a half or so, I decided to crack yet another beer and watch the first two episodes of Deadwood, Season 2. So good. I am already missing the show despite the fact that I have at least 22 hours left to go. Feels like I'm watching The Wire again.

(P.S. Watch The Wire.)

Saturday, March 21, 2009

*Shakes his head*

I was just reading an article about Obama's overtures to the Iranian people, which, win or lose, seems like such an incredibly smart and correct move to make. And then suddenly buried my face in my hands:

Do you remember when George Bush decided to label Iran part of the Axis of Evil?

What the fuck!? The "Axis." Fucked up given the history of the world.

Of. Ok that's kinda neutral.

Evil. Um. Did he just declare an entire country and its people to be Evil?

Evil!?

Anyway that's over now. Back to watching Deadwood at 8 am because I passed out, cell phone in hand, until it dropped onto the ground, directly under my bed...until the alarm decided to go off at 8 am and force me to get out of bed and scramble onto my hands and knees to find the source of this irritating and unlocatable sound.

Gurgh.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Life Update.

I just jointed Mint.com to start trying to keep better track of my money. It seems pretty cool, since it electronically tracks ALL of your financial information in a consolidated analytical tool. Loans, credit cards, bank accounts, 401k, assets, liabilities, and all of that sort of nonsense. It should also help track spending patterns, which will be quite helpful.

Lesson of the day? My net worth is currently -$125,727.50. There. I said it. To be continued.

Oh, and in my lovely lovely free time, I managed to watch another movie: Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, which I really did enjoy. 'Tis a sweet movie.

And...time more some more of doing nothing! Whoo!!

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Never go full retard.

From Tropic Thunder

Ben Stiller's character: "There were times when I was doing Jack when I actually felt retarded. Like really retarded."

Robert Downey Jr.'s character: "Oh yeah. Damn."

Stiller: "In a weird way, I had to sort of just free myself up to believe that it was okay to be stupid or dumb."

Downey: "To be a moron."

Stiller: "Yeah."

Stiller: "It's what we do, right?"

Downey: "Everybody knows you never do a full retard."

Stiller: "What do you mean?"

Downey: "Check it out. Dustin Hoffman, 'Rain Man,' look retarded, act retarded, not retarded. Count toothpicks to your cards. Autistic, sure. Not retarded. You know Tom Hanks, 'Forrest Gump.' Slow, yes. Retarded, maybe. Braces on his legs. But he charmed the pants off Nixon and won a ping-pong competition. That ain't retarded. You went full retard, man. Never go full retard."

Ok, so I mentioned earlier I was reading and have finished Beloved, by Toni Morrison. The book is incredibly written, finely wrought with some of the best crafted sentences and passages I've ever read. I would continue, but no one cares.

The follow-up is this: I just watched the Oprah Winfrey version of the movie with Danny Glover and Thandie Newton. This is Thandie Newton now.

So, I was sorta surprised that she was in this movie. I thought she was just some new, up and coming actress who first arrived in Mission Impossible II, not starring as Beloved alongside Oprah. In any case, I'm a little surprised by this movie. I can't imagine that it makes any sense whatsoever to someone who hasn't read the book, but I'm also just...shockingly startled and annoyed by the fact that Thandie Newton appears to have chosen to go "full retard." It was probably the most unimpressive performance I've ever seen. I could have been in this movie: just let your jaw go slack, crooked, drool, and when you clap your hands make sure your hands don't line up and just clap the heels of your palm together. I was going to try and post a picture of Thandie in Beloved, but it turns out that only a very few pictures of her from that movie are online...but I think if you google image "Thandie Newton Beloved", the "full retard" of her role will probably be fairly apparent.

Ok, I just ate like 4 brownies and two cupcakes. I need to lay down.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Good Reads.

By the way, I will start by saying that if you haven't watched Jon Stewart's interview with Jim Cramer on the Daily Show, you absolutely need to.


Now...onto Martin Wolf, who is one of the best commentators on the economic and financial crises. He writes for FT, and generally speaking, is excellent. I highly, highly suggest that you read this article. It is truly excellent and captures so well the destruction and fundamental reshaping of the structures and super structures of our economy and world.

Seeds of its own destruction

By Martin Wolf

Published: March 8 2009 19:13 | Last updated: March 8 2009 19:13

Another ideological god has failed. The assumptions that ruled policy and politics over three decades suddenly look as outdated as revolutionary socialism.

“The nine most terrifying words in the English language are: ‘I’m from the government and I’m here to help.’” Thus quipped Ronald Reagan, hero of US conservatism. The remark seems ancient history now that governments are pouring trillions of dollars, euros and pounds into financial systems.

“Governments bad; deregulated markets good”: how can this faith escape unscathed after Alan Greenspan, pupil of Ayn Rand and predominant central banker of the era, described himself, in congressional testimony last October, as being “in a state of shocked disbelief” over the failure of the “self-interest of lending institutions to protect shareholders’ equity”?

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In the west, the pro-market ideology of the past three decades was a reaction to the perceived failure of the mixed-economy, Keynesian model of the 1950s, 1960s and 1970s. The move to the market was associated with the election of Reagan as US president in 1980 and the ascent to the British prime ministership of Margaret Thatcher the year before. Little less important was the role of Paul Volcker, then chairman of the Federal Reserve, in crushing inflation.

Yet bigger events shaped this epoch: the shift of China from the plan to the market under Deng Xiaoping, the collapse of Soviet communism between 1989 and 1991 and the end of India’s inward-looking economic policies after 1991. The death of central planning, the end of the cold war and, above all, the entry of billions of new participants into the rapidly globalising world economy were the high points of this era.

Today, with a huge global financial crisis and a synchronised slump in economic activity, the world is changing again. The financial system is the brain of the market economy. If it needs so expensive a rescue, what is left of Reagan’s dismissal of governments? If the financial system has failed, what remains of confidence in markets?

It is impossible at such a turning point to know where we are going. In the chaotic 1970s, few guessed that the next epoch would see the taming of inflation, the unleashing of capitalism and the death of communism. What will happen now depends on choices unmade and shocks unknown. Yet the combination of a financial collapse with a huge recession, if not something worse, will surely change the world. The legitimacy of the market will weaken. The credibility of the US will be damaged. The authority of China will rise. Globalisation itself may founder. This is a time of upheaval.

How did the world arrive here? A big part of the answer is that the era of liberalisation contained seeds of its own downfall: this was also a period of massive growth in the scale and profitability of the financial sector, of frenetic financial innovation, of growing global macroeconomic imbalances, of huge household borrowing and of bubbles in asset prices.

In the US, core of the global market economy and centre of the current storm, the aggregate debt of the financial sector jumped from 22 per cent of gross domestic product in 1981 to 117 per cent by the third quarter of 2008. In the UK, with its heavy reliance on financial activity, gross debt of the financial sector reached almost 250 per cent of GDP (see charts).

Proportion of countries with banking crises

Carmen Reinhart of the University of Maryland and Kenneth Rogoff of Harvard argue that the era of liberalisation was also a time of exceptionally frequent financial crises, surpassed, since 1900, only by the 1930s. It was also an era of massive asset price bubbles. By intervening to keep their exchange rates down and accumulating foreign currency reserves, governments of emerging economies generated huge current account surpluses, which they recycled, together with inflows of private capital, into official capital outflows: between the end of the 1990s and the peak in July 2008, their currency reserves alone rose by $5,300bn.

These huge flows of capital, on top of the traditional surpluses of a number of high-income countries and the burgeoning surpluses of oil exporters, largely ended up in a small number of high-income countries and particularly in the US. At the peak, America absorbed about 70 per cent of the rest of the world’s surplus savings.

Meanwhile, inside the US the ratio of household debt to GDP rose from 66 per cent in 1997 to 100 per cent a decade later. Even bigger jumps in household indebtedness occurred in the UK. These surges in household debt were supported, in turn, by highly elastic and innovative financial systems and, in the US, by government programmes.

Throughout, the financial sector innovated ceaselessly. Warren Buffett, the legendary investor, described derivatives as “financial weapons of mass destruction”. He was proved at least partly right. In the 2000s, the “shadow banking system” emerged and traditional banking was largely replaced by the originate-and-distribute model of securitisation via constructions such as collateralised debt obligations. This model blew up in 2007.

We are witnessing the deepest, broadest and most dangerous financial crisis since the 1930s. As Profs Reinhart and Rogoff argue in another paper, “banking crises are associated with profound declines in output and employment”. This is partly because of overstretched balance sheets: in the US, overall debt reached an all-time peak of just under 350 per cent of GDP – 85 per cent of it private. This was up from just over 160 per cent in 1980.

Among the possible outcomes of this shock are: massive and prolonged fiscal deficits in countries with large external deficits, as they try to sustain demand; a prolonged world recession; a brutal adjustment of the global balance of payments; a collapse of the dollar; soaring inflation; and a resort to protectionism. The transformation will surely go deepest in the financial sector itself. The proposition that sophisticated modern finance was able to transfer risk to those best able to manage it has failed. The paradigm is, instead, that risk has been transferred to those least able to understand it. As Mr Volcker remarked during a speech last April: “Simply stated, the bright new financial system – for all its talented participants, for all its rich rewards – has failed the test of the marketplace.”

In a recent paper Andrew Haldane, the Bank of England’s executive director for financial stability, shows how little banks understood of the risks they were supposed to manage. He ascribes these failures to “disaster myopia” (the tendency to underestimate risks), a lack of awareness of “network externalities” (spill­overs from one institution to the others) and “misaligned incentives” (the upside to employees and the downside to shareholders and taxpayers).

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After the crisis, we will surely “see finance less proud”, as Winston Churchill desired back in 1925. Markets will impose a brutal, if temporary, discipline. Regulation will also tighten.

Less clear is whether policymakers will contemplate structural remedies: a separation of utility commercial banking from investment banking; or the forced reduction in the size and complexity of institutions deemed too big or interconnected to fail. One could also imagine a return of much banking activity to the home market, as governments increasingly call the tune. If so, this would be “de-globalisation”.

US & UK house prices

Churchill called also for industry to be “more content”. In the short run, however, the collapse of the financial system is achieving the opposite: a worldwide industrial slump. It is also spreading to every significant sector of the real economy, much of which is clamouring for assistance.

Yet if the financial system has proved dysfunctional, how far can we rely on the maximisation of shareholder value as the way to guide business? The bulk of shareholdings is, after all, controlled by financial institutions. Events of the past 18 months must confirm the folly of this idea. It is better, many will conclude, to let managers determine the direction of their companies than let financial players or markets override them.

A likely result will be an increased willingness by governments to protect companies from active shareholders – hedge funds, private equity and other investors. As a defective financial sector loses its credibility, the legitimacy of the market process itself is damaged. This is particularly true of the free-wheeling “Anglo-Saxon” approach.

No less likely are big changes in monetary policy. The macro­economic consensus had been in favour of a separation of responsibility for monetary and fiscal policy, the placing of fiscal policy on autopilot, independence of central banks and the orientation of monetary decisions towards targeting inflation. But with interest rates close to zero, the distinction between monetary and fiscal policy vanishes. More fundamental is the challenge to the decision to ignore asset prices in the setting of monetary policy.

Many argue that Mr Greenspan, who succeeded Mr Volcker, created the conditions for both bubbles and subsequent collapse. He used to argue that it would be easier to clean up after the bursting of a bubble than identify such a bubble in real time and then prick it. In a reassessment of the doctrine last November, Donald Kohn, Fed vice-chairman, restated the orthodox position, but with a degree of discomfort.

Mr Kohn now states that “in light of the demonstrated importance to the real economy of speculative booms and busts (which can take years to play out), central banks probably should always try to look out over a long horizon when evaluating the economic outlook and deliberating about the appropriate accompanying path of the policy rate”. Central banks will have to go further, via either monetary policy or regulatory instruments.

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Yet a huge financial crisis, together with a deep global recession, if not something far worse, is going to have much wider effects than just these.

Remember what happened in the Great Depression of the 1930s. Unemployment rose to one-quarter of the labour force in important countries, including the US. This transformed capitalism and the role of government for half a century, even in the liberal democracies. It led to the collapse of liberal trade, fortified the credibility of socialism and communism and shifted many policymakers towards import substitution as a development strategy.

The Depression led also to xenophobia and authoritarianism. Frightened people become tribal: dividing lines open within and between societies. In 1930, the Nazis won 18 per cent of the German vote; in 1932, at the height of the Depression, their share had risen to 37 per cent.

One transformation that can already be seen is in attitudes to pay. Even the US and UK are exerting direct control over pay levels and structures in assisted institutions. From the inconceivable to the habitual has taken a year. Equally obvious is a wider shift in attitudes towards inequality: vast rewards were acceptable in return for exceptional competence; as compensation for costly incompetence, they are intolerable. Marginal tax rates on the wealthier are on the way back up.

Yet another impact will be on the sense of insecurity. The credibility of moving pension savings from government-run pay-as-you-go systems to market-based systems will be far smaller than before, even though, ironically, the opportunity for profitable long-term investment has risen. Politics, like markets, overshoot.

The search for security will strengthen political control over markets. A shift towards politics entails a shift towards the national, away from the global. This is already evident in finance. It is shown too in the determination to rescue national producers. But protectionist intervention is likely to extend well beyond the cases seen so far: these are still early days.

The impact of the crisis will be particularly hard on emerging countries: the number of people in extreme poverty will rise, the size of the new middle class will fall and governments of some indebted emerging countries will surely default. Confidence in local and global elites, in the market and even in the possibility of material progress will weaken, with potentially devastating social and political consequences. Helping emerging economies through a crisis for which most have no responsibility whatsoever is a necessity.

The ability of the west in general and the US in particular to influence the course of events will also be damaged. The collapse of the western financial system, while China’s flourishes, marks a humiliating end to the “uni-polar moment”. As western policymakers struggle, their credibility lies broken. Who still trusts the teachers?

These changes will endanger the ability of the world not just to manage the global economy but also to cope with strategic challenges: fragile states, terrorism, climate change and the rise of new great powers. At the extreme, the integration of the global economy on which almost everybody now depends might be reversed. Globalisation is a choice. The integrated economy of the decades before the first world war collapsed. It could do so again.

On June 19 2007, I concluded an article on the “new capitalism” with the observation that it remained “untested”. The test has come: it failed. The era of financial liberalisation has ended. Yet, unlike in the 1930s, no credible alternative to the market economy exists and the habits of international co-operation are deep.

“I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas any more,” said Dorothy after a tornado dropped her, her house and dog in the land of Oz. The world of the past three decades has gone. Where we end up, after this financial tornado, is for us to seek to determine.

This is the first part of an FT series entitled the Future of Capitalism

Monday, March 09, 2009

I know I know.

I totally suck at this blogging thing recently, but man...it's been exhausting and the time I have free I can't devote to anything thoughtful anymore. I just listen to Zoe Keating, Radio Lab, and whatever else feels right at the moment...and I watch movies (Vicky Cristina Barcelona = Good.) and read books (Beloved was...wow. Jesus Christ Almighty was that ever a book, now onto The Fall).

I did, however, have a wonderful birthday. I invited the "inner circle" so-to-speak, which should contain all of you if you lived in New York, and just boiled up pots and pots of delicious Pasta Fresca from the pasta store a couple of stores down, and cracked 10 bottles of wine as people came in and out and drank and ate themselves silly. Apparently I woke up face down on my desk and then moved to my bed, but I have no memory of that.

As for today, Monday, which I ballsily requested off for vacation during this Great Recession, I decided to just have a day of nothing: I woke up, did some cleaning, ate some leftover baguette, got a haircut, went to see Watchmen on IMAX, went to the gym, and came home to movie and wine (and of course, some work). In either case, it was a good day, and I think I'm ready to tackle the office again and NOT get fired, as it appears my law firm is doing from the most recent Law Blog. I'm starting to see more people I know get laid off and...it's just devastating. It just hits the reset button and life has to start out again. Godspeed and good luck to all of you out there, because it's a dangerous and vicious economy, and we are blessed who can hold on to a good paycheck in these moments.

As for Watchmen, I really don't know how I feel about it. I read the Godfather and then watched the Godfather movie, and felt absolutely nothing from the film because I knew every single detail that was going to be unleashed and didn't really have much love for the movie. I read the book on a sweaty mattress in Delhi, sleeping under a fan while sweating my balls off and developing heat rash, and I thought the book was great. By the time I saw the movie, I was so familiar that I wasn't able to see the movie for what it was. The same goes for Watchmen. I don't have any particular thoughts about the movie except:

1) The fight scenes were stupid. What the hell? Slow-mo "300" violence doesn't make sense if the rest of the movie you've crafted is so grim and moody.
2) Zack Snyder's use of music is embarrassing. Cueing Mozart's Requiem doesn't automatically lend gravity to a scene. Nor does the Sound of Silence.
3) I sorta wanted to see what a Giant Squid looks like.

Otherwise, it appears that his biggest fault was hewing too closely to the panels themselves. I really am curious how people who haven't read the original feel about the movie, because I spent the two and a half hours vigorously scraping the bottom of my nacho cheese cup (delightedly), looking around the huge and packed stadium IMAX seating at 2pm on a MONDAY (perplexedly), and waiting to see how he managed to wrangle the complexity and visuals into a movie format (detachedly).

All in all, it was a good day.

P.S. I apologize if this post was scatterbrained, boring, stupid, embarassing, or full of errors. I have had significant amounts of wine to go with my "working from home" and have dealt with a difficult emotional situation in the last 2 hours that I'm still upset about. Peace out.

Friday, March 06, 2009

It begins again.

I'm begin to foster and nurture tiny hatreds at work. Surprisingly, I truly truly appreciate many of the people I work with on a daily basis. They are fantastic people. They are good people. I am appreciative on an hourly basis for those.

But jesus christ, I am beginning to hate the hell out of some others.

Sunday, March 01, 2009

Scaree

This financial and economic situation is scary. I'm starting to see it creep into the lives of at least half the people I know on the personal side, and on the abstract side, I'm growing increasingly aware of how boxed in we are on all sides. Trust me. We are boxed in: There is hell to pay.

On a brighter note, I have discovered yet another musician that I am growing increasingly fond of: Zoe Keating. I think she's described as an "Avant-garde cellist".

I first came across her on two separate Radiolab episodes (yeah yeah, fuck you, but it really is that good). I've always been particularly fond of the sound of the cello. I find the violins too squeaky, the bass too lacking in character, and the cello this incredibly rich, full instrument with such beautiful sounds. I can't really describe what she does, but her process is actually quite fascinating. She plays alone, with some sort of recording-device she controls with her foot, and as she plays, she records, then loops back her own recording as she plays (and records) yet another section. I don't quite understand how she manages to keep this all going at the same time, but by the time her music builds...you are hearing over like 15 different cello parts all at once, so it's almost like an orchestra of cellos. It's really quite amazing. If you're willing to pay the dollar, download "Sun Will Set" and see what you think.

That's all. My work has been a little exhausting recently, so I've really just sorta checked out and given up...BUT, I did find out that there's this huge orchid show at the Bronx Botanical Garden...which seems sorta exciting to me. Yes, I understand that's not the type of thing I should be excited about, but after reading "The Orchid Thief" I just sorta get semi worked up about it. And I got live tickets to This American Life. And I may go see Glen Hansard in concert. Oh, and Pineapple Express was excellent.

So, maybe things aren't so bad.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Music.

Today I listened to Billy Corgan sing the words
"And if we died right now,
this fool you love somehow,
is here with you."
And while sitting at my computer, chatting with my friend Mark (who fell in love with the Pumpkins on the basis of that line while totally out of his mind in the backseat of my Dodge Intrepid-stocked-with-subwoofer), I had no other reaction than sitting back in my chair, shaking my head...and typing the word "DAAAAMMNNNN!" Because, seriously, DAAAAMMNNNN.

I had one of those days where I just sat in front of my computer clicking on a lot of the old music from my life...remembering how fucking spectacular some of these songs are.

Then I switched over to the Beatles...
"You tell me that you've got everything you want
And your bird can sing
But you don't get me"
HAHAHA. Awesome.

Honestly, I'm someone who doesn't hear and doesn't give a rat's ass about lyrics. This is why I could never appreciate Bob Dylan, and why I'm able to bear some other types of music. For example, M's suggestion of The Veils - Nux Vomica was a very good one - unless you listen to what the singer is saying, upon which you want to smack him in the face. I would post it here, but for some reason...I'm able to post pictures, videos, and write in Hindi, but not post a song.

Sometimes I just love the fuck out of some music. Admittedly, I have major lapses in taste, but I still love every minute of those terrible terrible songs.

I would engage in the normal self-involved and invariably unread discussions about politics, the economy, or the financial system...but I'm not sure what to say except that things are very very scary. Really. I find myself increasingly withdrawing myself from my daily swim in the news and podcasts. I'm not even familiar with Obama's mortgage program, despite the fact that I've been assigned to be one of the department's experts on mortgage finance. Instead, I have just been turning up the music on my daily commute and listening to more Radiolab (GOD SO GOOD!)

...I hadn't noticed that fact until just now.

Monday, February 16, 2009

A-hahahahahahaha!!!!!

There's not much to say about this coming line of photographs, except the severe reaction of the Asian kid is inexplicable and entirely hilarious. Actually, I take that back. There is TONS to say. But to say it out loud takes away the joy of asking your own questions about how such a propitious moment was captured on film...not once, but three times.

Pure gold.


Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Urrrggh.

So, despite my constant bitching about being a corporate lawyer, I think it has been interesting that I have actually enjoyed my job...and don't think I've actually bitched about it at all. But now...

....Wow.

4 out of the last 5 weekends in the office.

42 billed hours in the last 4 days (Saturday, Monday, Tuesday).

Expectation to be in the office until 1-2 am for the next three days.

3, 4, 5, or 6 conference calls per day.

...Blurgh.

In other words, I am the master of the new Geithner Bailout. Maybe I will comment on it. Someday.

In other news, I bought a 22" samsung monitor to accompany my 13 inch macbook. AND IT IS AWESOME!!!!!!! Circuit City Bankruptcy Whoop Whoop!

Saturday, February 07, 2009

Fact.

Fedora's don't work.

Can we all move on now?

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Sure, it's self-indulgent and reflective...but it's my blog

Actually, I think being an adult is learning not to be
ashamed of what you want. And I think for a lot of us, it's hard to
admit even to ourselves what it is that we want.
Much less to have other people see it.
– Ira Glass

Amen.

I’ve often heard people say about law school or any other defining experience in your life…that you should write a letter to yourself before you begin the experience and keep it so that you can read it when you get out and remember or rediscover the dreams you had.

Well today I was in my gmail account and I saw this label that I didn’t recognize called “Emails to Remember,” so I decided to click on it and see wtf it was, and I found this email exchange I had with one of my development professors at Duke that I had written from India in February of 2005.

Reading it over again, I realize that I was still very young and that I was just treading on the surface of deeper pool of understanding (as I still am)…but I was just so engaged. I was pushing so hard for understanding that really meant something to me. This is all I thought about all the time. I was passionate and so invested about what I was passionate about.

Isn’t that what anyone wants? Is it youth? Or is it just not admitting to myself what it is I want, and that desire no longer being poverty developmental policy? And if so, then what is it that I want? (besides another round of mama wrasslin with…you guessed it.)

Anyhow, me…circa 2005. It's just amazing how far I've drifted in some ways, and coming to a realization about whether or not being back in that space is a dream of mine anymore....I think it is...


Anirudh,

After thinking about it…I'm not entirely clear on what you mean by
"Poverty as an absolute state." I've been thinking about what that
means…but I wonder if that's how I see it…If you could clear that up a
little I might be able to respond better. I'll try as best I can
below, but I might be off the mark.

As for the causal arrows on illness and poverty…I do agree with you
that it goes both ways. The main distinction I was trying to make I
think, was that HIV/AIDS may not be independent as an issue of health
and poverty. Maybe it's just the way we frame the issue as the Battle
against HIV/AIDS, and the War on Poverty and such… One of the papers
that I remembered most clearly from your class…(well not the paper
itself, but the general idea) is the study you did about WHY many
people in India were in "poverty." And an overwhelming reason was
because a single illness would create problems that often drove people
into debt and difficulty. So definitely recognize that factor, but it
still doesn't answer the question of who gets sick…it tends more to
answer the question of "what happens to people when they get sick."

But I think it might also take some defining on what poverty means.
The more I think about it…Poverty to me doesn't seem like a status of
any sort, but the convergence of many factors on a person's life…from
education, to opportunity, to environment, to illness. In that way,
susceptibility to disease and the repercussions of disease are a part
and parcel of "Poverty." In my head, poverty seems to be
like…Murphy's law applied to life. One problem exists, but it
connects to another problem, which connects to another problem…so that
from a single issue like lack of education, an entire web of
compounding problems like debt, malnutrition, disease susceptibility,
lack of birth control, and on and on spread out from there. I think
when I wrote before I referred to poverty in a common understanding
way…of socioeconomic difficulty, of financial instability, and of
living on a razor's edge in terms of basic sustenance…but
realistically I think I tend to have a holistic perspective on it so
that poverty very much includes disease as a major factor. As for
"is everyone who is poor born into poverty and remain poor" I don't
think a statement like that is true…but I do tend to think that the
people who are born into disadvantage (whether it be social, economic,
or opportunity related) have a much higher chance of struggling with
poverty in the future. Am I misunderstanding where you're getting at?

As for my research…I think it's going very well in terms of my
awareness of the limitations of "research" and in putting me in
situations where I can more clearly see issues like health care, child
care, and poverty more clearly. In many ways I'm falling into the
general cliché of "The more you learn, the less you know." I learn a
lot from interviewing people, but I also learn that you can't simply
trust what people are telling you. I'm also seeing a lot more of the
problems like health care costs, nutrition, and lack of education
causing serious problems for families, and learning a lot about what
is causing so much difficulty for so many people…but I'm increasingly
I find that the more people you try to include in any given solution,
the more difficult it is to pull off. Basically, I'm shying more and
more away from macro-level policy and just trying to figure out what
it would take to get one family on its feet. I do now believe that
most change in people's lives has to start in themselves…and that the
most we can do is remove barriers. To give people a shove in a random
direction that we find appealing doesn't make sense unless we really
know what's going on. I also don't think removing barriers is the
hard part, I think the hard part is removing barriers without throwing
in 100 new barriers to someone else, or even to the people we're
trying to help.

With all the work I'm doing with children in these orphanages, I'm
getting a little anxious about what I'm really going to find out at
the end of it all. I guess I always kinda assumed that a solution
would be there SOMEWHERE. That there WOULD be a model, or there
WOULD be some sort of revelation that could make things the way they
should be. Not necessarily that I would be the one to figure it out, but
that it existed somewhere. But the more I study children, it doesn't
seem to be an issue of ideas, or of models, or of institutions…it
comes down to nurturing the child, caring for them, loving them, and
providing them with security and stability. If that's actually true,
all you can do is hope that there are people out there willing to
devote their love to someone else's child. And if children need
individualized, human solutions to their problems…wouldn't that mean
that all people need individualized, human solutions as well?

I may have completely missed the boat on the questions you asked.
I've just been thinking about some of these issues and I think I just
rambled through them for a few paragraphs. I hope it makes some sense
and it gets at some of what you were asking for. Feel free to swipe
at and knock down anything I said…sometimes flowers spring up from the
rubble.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Weird.

I never really paid much attention to this fact, but did you realize Obama's mother's name is Stanley?

It's quite strange. Her name was Stanley Ann Dunham, because her father wanted a boy. There's an amazing profile of Obama's past from an older article that I just came across and it traced the life of his mother...
Stanley Ann was an only child, and in those days she dealt head-on with her uncommon first name. No sense trying to hide it, even though she hated it. "My name is Stanley," she would say. "My father wanted a boy, and that's that." Her mother softened it, calling her Stanny or Stanny Ann, but at school she was Stanley, straight up. "She owned the name," recalled Susan Botkin, one of her first pals on Mercer Island. "Only once or twice was she teased. She had a sharp tongue, a deep wit, and she could kill. We all called her Stanley."
Reading about his past is just so interesting. I mean...look at this picture. Look at that kid. Who would have ever thought...

Monday, January 26, 2009

Bye Bye Bill.

Bill Kristol has been ousted from the Times Editorial Page. Props to the NY Times for finally ousting that stupid tired hack. I declare right now, categorically, if you think Bill Kristol was a good columnist, never speak to me again. Anyone thinking person who has ever read more than one or two of his editorials can reach no other conclusions than 1) Bill Kristol is an Idiot, or 2) Bill Kristol is very very very bad at his job.

Today's column: What the hell is this nonsense? Forget what you believe - This is AWFUL atrocious op-ed material.
Since Ronald Reagan’s election in 1980, conservatives of various sorts, and conservatisms of various stripes, have generally been in the ascendancy. And a good thing, too! Conservatives have been right more often than not — and more often than liberals — about most of the important issues of the day: about Communism and jihadism, crime and welfare, education and the family. Conservative policies have on the whole worked — insofar as any set of policies can be said to “work” in the real world. Conservatives of the Reagan-Bush-Gingrich-Bush years have a fair amount to be proud of.
And then he follows up with this gibberish...

We don’t really know how Barack Obama will govern. What we have so far, mainly, is an Inaugural Address, and it suggests that he may have learned more from Reagan than he has sometimes let on. Obama’s speech was unabashedly pro-American and implicitly conservative.

Obama appealed to the authority of “our forebears,” “our founding documents,” even — political correctness alert! — “our founding fathers.” He emphasized that “we will not apologize for our way of life nor will we waver in its defense.” He spoke almost not at all about rights (he had one mention of “the rights of man,” paired with “the rule of law” in the context of a discussion of the Constitution). He called for “a new era of responsibility.”

I would attempt to argue with whatever device he's trying to use to call say that Obama is stealing conservative ideas...but it's just so stupid that I think it's more a disservice to him to repeat his own words than to hold them back. Here's an interesting article on why he was canned. Turns out that sucking horribly alone won't do it.

In either case, I am very curious to see who they get to fill his spot. As I have said previously, I have generally liked all of the conservatives who filled the Times pages...William Safire was a very intelligent and sharp thinker, and I think David Brooks might actually be my favorite of the whole bunch these days. I don't really want to get into it because I just got home from work and would rather watch TV, but if you have a spare moment...these two pieces (1 2) are particularly good.

Anyhow, Fuck Bill Kristol.

(This was an exceptionally lazy and thoughtless post. But it's still not as bad as a Kristol.)

Saturday, January 24, 2009

I give money, you give me paint, yes?

The paintings I asked Jeff (of antagonizing RS fame) to do, based on Bjork songs, are complete! He called them, quite sensibly, Guðmundsdóttir Series (Bjork's last name). Each piece is oil on canvas 6x6" and I think one inch deep (like all of your ex-GFs must have been into). As you can tell, both from looking at them and because I am so excitedly posting them, they are excellent.

After several hours of carefully mulling, re-arranging, thinking and viewing...I finally managed to come up with the arrangement for the 9 little fuckers, now dubbed (in my head) as the "Guðmundsdóttir Vag" (Just kidding Jeff, just "Vag" will do.) Photos of the arrangement follow the individual shots.

For those of you who like Bjork, if you're still around somewhere on this blog, I have included the track title (and mix where relevant) above each piece.

Joga
Generous Palmstroke
Cocoon
Possibly Maybe (Lucy Mix from Telegram)
Unravel
So Broken ("Spanish" guitar version - Joga single)
Enjoy
Hyperballad (Brodsky Quartet - Telegram)
UnisonThe Vag.
The Vag Equivalent of Side Boob (Side Vag)

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Oh Happy Day!

There are two things to celebrate today: the first is that George W. Bush is no longer President of the United States; the second is that Barack Obama is now the President of the United States. Words cannot express. I mean, just look at his NAME! Jimmy Carter, Ronald Reagan, George H.W. Bush, Bill Clinton, George W. Bush, BARACK OBAMA. Dude, that's awesome.

I also want to post this 18 second clip of Sasha after Obama's speech (no sound needed) because if you can see this and not break out in a huge smile...then you are barely human. Thumb. Thumb. Walk off with purpose. So cute.

(If it didn't work for some reason, click here.)

Reflecting upon the Bush legacy, it is repeatedly trumpeted that he prevented another domestic terror attack. That is true, and for that I am grateful. I think it a marvelous feat to have prevented such a network from infiltrating our country and launching another round of carnage. I would only like to note that this was not a costless achievement – namely that the cost of preventing attacks on US soil is the toll of lives lost overseas. We've prevented violence here by baiting the hook and then feeding the demons in Iraq. Lives have not been saved – but multiplied and redistributed.

Now back to better thoughts: I thought the speech was a good one, not because it delivered any high flying eternal rhetoric (the absence of which, I thought was appropriate), but because it said the things I want my President to say. It recognized that the power of the market economy is beyond question, but that the economy and growth have a purpose in a just society – providing survival and dignity to its citizens. It explicitly reached out to the Muslim world and stood firmly against evil and destruction. It expressed the freedom of opportunity to pursue happiness as the defining goal of our politics, and the necessity of personal responsibility to achieve it. It made it abundantly and explicitly clear that Obama will be the President of all Americans, even non-believers. He mentioned science. SCIENCE! And most importantly, he sought to destroy the old paradigm of politics forged in the Cold War and social upheavals of the 1960's, which have dominated discourse for the last 50 years (and even appear in the comments on this blog), which I fervently hope have been destroyed for good. If you're wondering, by chance, where I got each of these conclusions from…most of them should be contained in my favorite excerpts from his speech below.

Another point I would like to make again is my irritation at all of the people lamenting Obama's "drift" from the left (e.g., the outrage from the GLBT movement at inviting Rick Warren's to give the convocation. etc.) Just to be clear, when someone declares that Washington must be changed, what do people think that means? A radical lefty revolution? What does a new less divisive bi-partisanship mean to you? Attempting to push the country to the 1960's left? Please. Go fuck yourself. Change is the attempt to kill the old political lines. Change and improvement is leaving aside ideology and governing with the best tools humanity has to offer. Humanity, evidence, science, rationality, autonomy, thought, hope, hard work, responsibility, empathy, accountability, new ideas, and humanity. What a sublime change it will be to again apply these values to governing humanity. Leave your petty squabbles at the door.

Now here are some of my favorite passages from today:

Opportunity and Accountability - Not the Ends, but the Means.
The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

So Radical!!!!!
We will restore science to its rightful place...

The End of Ideology: Reaganist Hostility to Government and the Markets
What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them - that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works - whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control - and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our Gross Domestic Product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart - not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

Much Better than Declaring "Evil" Countries
We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

The President of All Americans
We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus - and non-believers.

A Direct Engagement with the Muslim World
To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West - know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

HOLY SHIT!

I know I've been lazy and posting things I've seen on YouTube or TV and stuff...but shit man, have you all seen the Corn Syrup commercials by the Corn Refiner's Association? damn. That's some funny stuff. Corn forever!



Saturday, January 17, 2009

Edit: I continued to listen to Radio Lab, and YES YES YES it is SO good.

I love these two guys. Haha, especially the one in the middle. Hahahaha



This is pretty awesome too. HAH.

Big Stupid Grin.

Edit: I'm not actually sure WHAT Radiolab is about. But at least this episode's about science.

I just made another wonderful discovery, this time, another podcast called "Radiolab." This is something I've heard in passing on NPR at extremely random hours, but never really latched onto. This week, This American Life included a snippet from the show, followed by effusive praise from Ira Glass - an individual that I grant unconditional credibility and who now has my absolute fullest attention. So...I decided to add the Radiolab podcast and gave it a listen...and I have to say that I definitely like it.

As a start, it's a podcast about science, but from the perspective of geeks who continue to view the world with wonder and remain continually engaged with the universe and our place in it. It's really hard to explain, but is one of those things where you feel comforted because the speakers and thinkers are people who think and function in the same universe as you. In some sense, it's the comfort you get from Jon Stewart. When Jon Stewart comments on the news and speaks to his guests, I can't help but feel like he lives in the same universe as me. Evil people doing stupid things is evil and stupid. Up is up. Down is Down. The world is as the world appears to me. I also have the same reaction to Ira Glass, who has the keenest ability to be fascinated with people and the minutiae of human behavior. I'm not drawn to them because I agree with them, but because they are mirrors that reflect the world I know. The reverse, of course, are George Bush, cable news anchors, advertising, marketing, religious people, and all such things that act and communicate an idea of the world I don't share.

In any case, this week's Radiolab opens with a story of a kid who feels the visceral creeped out feeling of first entering an awareness of the mathematical/metaphysical nature of the universe while plotting out a parabola...followed by a story of a man's love for the periodic table and the story of Mendeleev, pushing ultimately at the question of whether the elegance and function of the periodic table is a discovery of the nature of the universe, or merely the imposition of some sort of framework on the chaos. This may sound a little boring...but I was definitely not bored. For my sake, if you have an hour...or even 20 minutes...you may just want to give the episode a listen while doing the dishes or something. It may or may not be your thing. You can find it here. (And if you listen to NPR, it's NOTHING like Science Friday or anything like that.)

On a broader note, which I've sounded several times already...I have to say that I think podcasting has enriched my life immensely. As someone who has a huge appetite for knowledge in things that interest me, it allows me to pass the time pleasurably while constantly learning more and more everyday about all the things I want to know. If you have a commute, or you like to take walks, or you like books on tape, or you like NPR, or you simply like a little background noise in your life...take my advice and give this a shot. They are all free, they automatically update, and it only takes the click of a single button to subscribe off iTunes.

Currently, my list of daily/weekly podcasts is:
1) This American Life (weekly) - If you haven't heard this, if I have any credibility with you, give it a shot.
2) Marketplace (daily) - 30 minute NPR show about the economy and financial news
3) Planet Money (daily) - 15 minute podcast that was spun off from those incredible financial crisis This American Life episodes that explores the financial crisis from a layman's perspective and tries to teach about issues as they arise (e.g., wtf is the commercial paper market and who cares? What is money? Who prints money? How much US currency exists today and where is it? (900 billion and probably overseas)
4) The Splendid Table (weekly) - a "show about food for people who love to eat." Totally awesome if you like food.
5) Pardon the Interruption (daily) - the ESPN show, except just the audio.
6) Radiolab (weekly) - see above. I just downloaded 49 back episodes.

Now that I look at the list, this looks like a LOT of time I spend with my iPod and/or computer speakers...but given that my total walk/commute is about 40 to 60 minutes a day, and on average I spend 45 minutes in the gym each day, and the time I spend just taking care of stuff around the house...I actually still run out of stuff to listen to daily.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Good Reads - Sorta: Yet Another Cop Out from Original Thoughts.

I read this article today, which compiles the top 25 ridiculous Bushisms from the past 8 years. It's a little amazing. And I found myself laughing out loud in short bursts in the office (while wearing a douchey tie this time. Oh yeah...) My next post is likely to be an angry rant at yet another emergent moron movement, the anti-vaccinators, so enjoy this while you can.

Cheers to the END! I'll post the whole slate article, because it sums it all up pretty well.

* * *

I started gathering Bush's verbal slip-ups while covering his first presidential campaign. From the first one we published in Slate in October 1999—"The important question is, how many hands have I shaked?"—adding to the collection has been my main pleasure, perhaps my only pleasure, in watching the man.

Since then, I've collected—with help from Slate readers—more than 500 Bushisms. What follows is a list of my 25 favorites. There were many to choose from, but in my opinion, the greatest Bushism of all was delivered on Aug. 5, 2004, when the president declared: "Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we."

People often assume that because I've spent the past nine years collecting Bushisms, I must despise George W. Bush. To the contrary, Bushisms fill me with affection for the man—and not just because of the income stream they've generated. I find the Bush who flails with words, unlike the Bush who flails with policy, to be an endearing character. Instead of a villain, he makes himself into an irresistible buffoon, like Mrs. Malaprop, Archie Bunker, or Homer Simpson. Bush treats words the way he treated recalcitrant European leaders: When they won't do what he wants them to, he tries to bully them into submission. Through his willful, improvisational, and incompetent use of language, he tempers (very slightly) his willful, improvisational, and incompetent use of government. You can't, in the end, despise someone who regrets that, because of the rising cost of malpractice insurance, "[t]oo many OB/GYNs aren't able to practice their love with women all across the country."

It helps his case that Bush, like Yogi Berra, is in on the joke. This was clear from the first White House correspondents' dinner, in March 2001, when the new president read from the first collection of Bushisms, which he described as like Mao's "little red book," only not in Chinese. "Now ladies and gentlemen," he said, "you have to admit that in my sentences I go where no man has gone before." Of course, he bumbled his speech, claiming that he'd invented the term misunderstanding. He meant to say "misunderestimated."

Being able to laugh at yourself is a rare quality in a leader. It's one thing George W. Bush can do that Bill Clinton couldn't. Unfortunately, as we bid farewell to Bushisms, we must conclude that the joke was mainly on us.

1. "Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we."—Washington, D.C., Aug. 5, 2004

2. "I know how hard it is for you to put food on your family."—Greater Nashua, N.H., Chamber of Commerce, Jan. 27, 2000

3. "Rarely is the question asked: Is our children learning?"—Florence, S.C., Jan. 11, 2000

4. "Too many good docs are getting out of the business. Too many OB/GYNs aren't able to practice their love with women all across the country."—Poplar Bluff, Mo., Sept. 6, 2004

5. "Neither in French nor in English nor in Mexican."—declining to answer reporters' questions at the Summit of the Americas, Quebec City, Canada, April 21, 2001

6. "You teach a child to read, and he or her will be able to pass a literacy test.''—Townsend, Tenn., Feb. 21, 2001

7. "I'm the decider, and I decide what is best. And what's best is for Don Rumsfeld to remain as the secretary of defense."—Washington, D.C., April 18, 2006

8. "See, in my line of work you got to keep repeating things over and over and over again for the truth to sink in, to kind of catapult the propaganda."—Greece, N.Y., May 24, 2005

9. "I've heard he's been called Bush's poodle. He's bigger than that."—discussing former British Prime Minister Tony Blair, as quoted by the Sun newspaper, June 27, 2007

10. "And so, General, I want to thank you for your service. And I appreciate the fact that you really snatched defeat out of the jaws of those who are trying to defeat us in Iraq."—meeting with Army Gen. Ray Odierno, Washington, D.C., March 3, 2008

11. "We ought to make the pie higher."—South Carolina Republican debate, Feb. 15, 2000

12. "There's an old saying in Tennessee—I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee—that says, fool me once, shame on—shame on you. Fool me—you can't get fooled again."—Nashville, Tenn., Sept. 17, 2002

13. "And there is distrust in Washington. I am surprised, frankly, at the amount of distrust that exists in this town. And I'm sorry it's the case, and I'll work hard to try to elevate it."—speaking on National Public Radio, Jan. 29, 2007

14. "We'll let our friends be the peacekeepers and the great country called America will be the pacemakers."—Houston, Sept. 6, 2000

15. "It's important for us to explain to our nation that life is important. It's not only life of babies, but it's life of children living in, you know, the dark dungeons of the Internet."—Arlington Heights, Ill., Oct. 24, 2000

16. "One of the great things about books is sometimes there are some fantastic pictures."—U.S. News & World Report, Jan. 3, 2000

17. "People say, 'How can I help on this war against terror? How can I fight evil?' You can do so by mentoring a child; by going into a shut-in's house and say I love you."—Washington, D.C., Sept. 19, 2002

18. "Well, I think if you say you're going to do something and don't do it, that's trustworthiness."—CNN online chat, Aug. 30, 2000

19. "I'm looking forward to a good night's sleep on the soil of a friend."—on the prospect of visiting Denmark, Washington, D.C., June 29, 2005

20. "I think it's really important for this great state of baseball to reach out to people of all walks of life to make sure that the sport is inclusive. The best way to do it is to convince little kids how to—the beauty of playing baseball."—Washington, D.C., Feb. 13, 2006

21. "Families is where our nation finds hope, where wings take dream."—LaCrosse, Wis., Oct. 18, 2000

22. "You know, when I campaigned here in 2000, I said, I want to be a war president. No president wants to be a war president, but I am one."—Des Moines, Iowa, Oct. 26, 2006

23. "There's a huge trust. I see it all the time when people come up to me and say, 'I don't want you to let me down again.' "—Boston, Oct. 3, 2000

24. "They misunderestimated me."—Bentonville, Ark., Nov. 6, 2000

25. "I'll be long gone before some smart person ever figures out what happened inside this Oval Office."—Washington, D.C., May 12, 2008

Jacob Weisberg is chairman and editor-in-chief of the Slate Group and author of The Bush Tragedy.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Top That.

I just felt like posting this today. If you haven't seen it already, there is absolutely, positively, no excuse for not watching it.



Impossible.

Sunday, January 04, 2009

AGH!

Let's start here: I now love Elizabeth Banks (of Seth and Miri Make a Porno fame) for openly discussing douchebags on network television and leading me to an awesome webpage called hotchickswithdouchebags.
hehe...I just learned an awesome new adjective and noun: uberscrote.



So I went to this bar last night to see a friend who came in from out of town and put my coat on top of a bench in a pile of coats in the middle of the room. I stepped out for 5 minutes, came back, and discovered that my coat was missing. Inside my (favorite and irreplaceable) coat? My phone and my keys. What THE FUCK. I had to ask my out of town guest to stay with a friend in brooklyn and I had to crash at my friend's house in the Upper West Side for 3 hours before dragging my ass home.

Other than that, my New Year's weekend was pretty frickin' awesome. 7 folks from SC, SF, Chi-town, and NJ traveled up here and we made a run at the city. We had a smashingly good dinner at this tapas joint called Alta and lounged over sangria until we made our way over to this club called Pressure, where we quickly raided the open bar and built ourselves a stash of about 15 extra drinks in the corner. Quickly and ferociously, we derided the legions of Steves (who all dressed as if they were going to the office) and Stephs as we lapped our way through the open bar until the ball dropped. (...uh, then we got kicked out and went home.) Then, inexplicably, we lost one of our own. Whipping out the cell, I sent the text: "Hey, where the hell are you?" "Coyote Ugly."

We then got drunk at Coyote Ugly.

On Thursday, I woke up at 4 pm and feeling like I was going to die...we sat six deep in my living room trying desperately not to die, watching Planet Earth. After we managed to get ourselves right, we wandered uptown towards Rockefeller Center to see the big tree, then over to Times Square to witness the giant clusterfuck that is Times Square, marveled at the insanity of any person who waited outside for 9 hours the night before to watch the ball drop without alcohol, and then wandered over to St. Marks to eat a totally shit-tastic dinner at a shit-tastic place with food and serve that tasted like...poo. Then we drank ourselves to sleep at home at 4am.

Friday, we painfully dragged ourselves up around noon and tried to get over to Ippudo Ramen (best ever ramen best ever ramen best ever ramen), which we found was closed (FUCKERS)...but managed to snag ourselves instant seating, pizza, and beers at Otto, one of Mario Batali's lower-end restaurants. We followed up with a lazy walk around the West Village, stopping off for some beers at the Slaughtered Lamb, and then trekked back across to Soho where Nik managed to recession-rob some stores out of tons of merchandise. Then, we made it back to my place where we sat dazed, exhausted, and completely beat and eating Veniero's Cheesecake...that is...until we decided to put on some good ol' top-40 pop through (my super awesome) loud speakers, and what began with Rihanna's Don't Stop the Music became a shit show of all of the best/worst rap and hip hop ever...after which point we got ourselves all energized-likes and the girls decided that some dancing was in store. So we took a short walk down to Spitzer's Corner on the Lower East Side, managed to grab a perfect table in what was otherwise a total madhouse, and managed to grab yet another great meal, followed by a trip to a random swank lounge/club called Ella...which is velvet rope, dressy, and annoying about guy/girl ratios, but we managed to get into purely on A's sweet talking ability. Then we basically danced and drank for a couple more hours then stumbled home. After getting home, apparently went back to Coyote Ugly while I did my best Samwell impression while blaring What What (In The Butt).

Then we got up, chain smoked, drank coffee, ate croissants, packed, and sent most of 'em packing...after which point I sat on the couch watching The Wire while Mike wandered off to Magnolias. Then, of course, I went out drinking again with some old and new friends in brooklyn until I ended up in Chelsea at the DOUCHEBAG SPOT WHERE MY SHIT GOT STOLEN.

ok...enough mindless narrative for one day. I suppose I just wanted to keep a diary of the weekend, because it was fun.