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Soaked

Sunday, August 2nd, 2009

I took a long walk on the beach today.

I walked from Mirimar to the Ritz. If you know Half Moon Bay, you know that’s a long walk.

On the way to the Ritz, as I passed by the campground, a young man stopped me.

He said he liked my hair. He asked how long it took to grow.

That happens all the time when you have long hair.

On the way back from the Ritz, there was this guy fishing and he recognized me.

He turned out to be the EMT who took care of a friend during a medical emergency.

We chatted a bit.

As I passed by the campground on the way back, the same young man stopped me.

He said I looked like Jesus. You get that all the time too.

Then, he asked me if I knew Jesus.

Had he known the totality of my life, he would have known what a silly question it was.

A dump of my entire life story not being practical, I replied.

“Yeah, I’ve been through that”.

He asked where I was from, and I answered.

He told me he was from Turlock.

I said politely, but in a tone sufficient to get the message across:

“If you’re selling, I’m not buying”.

The Ocean decided to throw a wave at us.

Ordinarily, I run forward and turn towards the beach when this happens.

Young Evangelical dude was blocking me. I ended up grabbing him and helping him run away too.

That slowed me down too much though, and I got soaked almost up to my waist.

Young man must have realized this was not productive, apologized and left.

My pants were soaked with water and sand.

This would have been far more annoying, except I had spare jeans in the car.

I don’t usually carry a spare. I had been meaning to bring them in the house.

God must have been smiling on me, to make me forget to take them in the house.

So.

This is how it is.

Evangelical Christians mean well; but they usually just end up soaking us.

God makes waves, EMTs and dry pants.

Investing Rule No. 2: Don’t Complain About Bad Deals. Instead…

Saturday, August 1st, 2009

This rule is actually a bit more complicated than some of the others.

First, I need to define what I mean by “bad deals”. I’ll start with myself. You need to know that I’m quite conservative. I save money. I have money markets, CDs, savings accounts. Interest rates are low right now. It’s a BAD DEAL.

Other people invest differently. Some people buy gold. Some people who buy gold think that gold is being manipulated to the downside. There is an entire internet culture of conspiracy theorists who spin tales around gold. If the price of gold is being “suppressed” as they say then for them it’s their own personal BAD DEAL.

Then there’s gambling. All investing, whether we like it or not, has an element of gambling about it. Some people complain about the odds. The house always wins. Just once, they’d like to pull the lever and walk away a winner. They don’t. They just complain because it’s a BAD DEAL.

Complaining about bad deals is actually a complex, maladaptive sort of pattern. It goes like this: 1. You have a preconceived view of how the world ought to work. 2. The world doesn’t work the way you think it should. 3. You complain about that. 4. You feed your own frustration and anger. 5. You try to get others frustrated and angry. 6. You get more and more angry if they don’t agree with you. 7. In extreme cases, this can lead to criminal behavior.

There are a number of alternatives along this path, places where you can branch off before you become criminally insane. That’s the “Instead…” part of this rule. I wasn’t going to put that in the title; but I thought it was too important to leave out. You can’t just tell people not to do something. You need to offer an alternative. Now, this is not the only alternative; but when it comes to investing I believe it’s the most imporant. What is it?

FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DEAL!!!

Oh, man. How many people never make that leap of logic? Let’s go back to the three examples.

First, my own personal case. Lots of money in a savings account earning diddly-squat interest. I could join the chorus of Federal Reserve bashers, or I could take on some risk in the stock market. I had “cash on the sidelines” in my trading account, and that’s what got me back to break even (in fact, as of this writing I’m in the black a little). At this point, I feel like I have enough in the market. Yes, I’d like to see my cash investments earning more; but I’m not complaining. The returns I’m giving up are paying for the peace of mind that comes from knowing the investments are insured and will not decrease. There is no point in complaining about the low interest rates. I can’t change them. Even if I joined some kind of political movement that had “Make the Fed raise rates” as its objective, it would probably never change anything. Not only would I be out the lost interest, I’d be out my time and whatever money I gave to the organization. Not worth it. No point getting angry. It’s a bad deal, but I DON’T COMPLAIN ABOUT BAD DEALS. I either get on the other side, or if I can’t get on the other side, or have already put enough money on the other side, then I stop thinking about it. At least, I stop thinking about it until it’s time to rebalance the portfolio. The point is not to take bad deals lying down. It’s to do the best you can with a bad deal, and then move on with life.

OK, next the goldbugs. Many of these guys are classic complainers. They actually do have a political movement, led by Ron Paul and a host of newsletter guys. Let’s throw in Peter Schiff, Alex Jones, and that wierd New Age guy who made that movie Zeitgeist. These guys want to abolish the Fed and replace it with a gold standard. As you might be able to tell from the tone of my writing, I think this would be the bonehead move of the century. In fact, I do my own share of complaining about what idiots these guys are, and I admit that I have my own little unhealthy problem with this. I know that I can’t change their opinions. However, the mere fact that people were out there saying so much about gold got me thinking. What did I do? I traded in and out of gold on the way up. I never had a huge chunk of my portfolio in gold. I’m not, and never will be a “True Believer” in precious metal investments for the long term. You see what I did though? There was all this interest in the metal, a bunch of people who are advocating something that I believe would be a disaster for the economy. Yes, I complained; but then I said, “maybe they have a point, but even if they don’t a lot of people are following them and that will cause their investments to rise”. I GOT ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DEAL. I consider it only a partial victory though, because I still complain about these people sometimes.

Finally, there’s gambling. A lot of people gamble. Everybody knows the odds favor the house. That’s the first thought. A natural second thought is, “which games are least stacked against me?”. Plenty of gamblers make this leap. The next leap, the one that many fail to make (by now you should be able to guess) is, HOW CAN I BECOME THE HOUSE? Yes. Call me what you will, but the dumb money goes to Vegas. The smart money is running stock screens to see which gaming companies are the best buy. Smarter yet, you can ask yourself what the worst possible game is, and how to get on the other side of it. The lottery is commonly cited as the game with the worst odds. It’s run by the government, so you’d think you couldn’t get on the other side. Au contraire! Now you have to make even more leaps. Learn about the lottery. Where does the money go? Did you know that the convenience stores get a cut of the winnings in many states? Some lotteries earmark funds for specific purposes, such as education. When lotteries were first passed in many states, a lot of people probably wanted to know what the odds were on the tickets. There were probably fewer people asking where the money would go, and how it would transfer from public into private hands. Government money tends to find its way into private hands. Performing such an analysis may or may not have led you to any investing opportunities. The market may have performed this analysis before you did, and priced lottery revenues into the share prices of convenience store operators or educational providers. Performing the analysis would still have been useful. It’s a good exercise.

These are just a few examples. I’ve also applied this way of thinking to options recently. You say that put is too expensive? I say it’s not expensive enough! You see a bad deal? Don’t complain about bad deals. Instead… get on the other side.

Just one final note, which really ought to go without saying. There are some bad deals you don’t want to get on the other side of. If International Baby Mulcher takes your offspring, owning stock in it will probably not assuage your grief. In other words, you don’t want to invest in something that goes so radicly against your beliefs that you start to feel guilty. Your beliefs may change, but they shouldn’t change for the sake of earning money.

You already don’t have a job

Wednesday, January 7th, 2009

Yes, in case you haven’t been following along, I’m on the layoff bandwagon. This is a touchy subject for people, dare I say, most people. I guess that’s one of those things that makes me “different”, because I don’t get touchy about it. I mean, it’s not like you have a dozen bodies burried in your basement or something. You got layed off. Why the shame? Layoffs happen. Then, there’s the whole “I’m nervous about the interview” thing. OK, I’ll admit, I get a bit nervous about that. I’m normal in that regard. I have a way of dealing with it that works pretty well for me though. It works like this:

I go in thinking, “what’s the worst thing that can happen to me in this interview?”. Well, the worst thing that can happen in ANY interview is you don’t get the job. But wait, you already don’t have the job. The worst is over. What is there to worry about? The interview is nothing but upside. At the very least, you got out of the house, and you maybe even got some free coffee in the waiting room. Not too shabby. You got to meet some interesting people. You got to find out what it looks like inside the building with the green tinted windows. You got to see the view from the 28th floor. It beats the crap out of watching daytime TV or playing lotto.

It’s like lotto, with much better odds. In fact, most people will eventually win this game. Imagine that. You buy, say, the equivalent of 500 lotto tickets and you get a winner. A lump sum is not allowed, but the annuity payout is pretty sweet. You’ve won before, you know lots of people who win, and the odds say that you’ll eventually win. What’s not to like?

So that’s how I rationalize away interview nerves. It works for me. If it doesn’t work for you, just try something else. It can’t hurt to try. There’s nothing but upside. After all, you already don’t have a job.

Where Neither Moth Nor Rust Doth Corrupt

Tuesday, October 7th, 2008

Who isn’t affected by the financial crisis? The man who has no posessions. Somewhere, there are people living apart from Wall Street, with no money in the bank. Somewhere in a jungle, or on an island, natives gather coconuts and fish. Life goes on.

Of course, I’m not a native. I’m a participant in this thing they call “the economy”. It’s hard not to get down about it. Some people try to do something about it. You’ve got people literally running out and buying gold and “squirrleing it away” in their safes or under the mattresses and shit like that. Of course, somebody could break into their house and steal it. Some people answer that with “I’ll buy guns and ammo”. You know, the easiest way to get shot is to carry a gun. Then, not only will they take your gold, they’ll take your life too.

So, with the economy on the skids, and me not wanting to sell out at a bottom, what am I buying? What can I buy that can’t be stolen. What can I buy that won’t make me a target?

When I hit publish on this piece, maybe I’ll climb into the car and head to the coast again like I do sometimes. One time last week I did that, and it was sunny. There I was gliding up the Highway, with the hills on my right and that Pacific on my left. The Sun shining off that water and it was real gold that nobody owns or controls. And I was reminded of that other bit of scripture, about the beautiful river that flows from the throne of God. Except it wasn’t a river, it was a whole ocean. God’s gift to man. There for the taking; but without posession, trade, or conflict.

And they can take all my stocks, bonds, cash and physical posessions and they can even kill me–but the sea breeze and the golden sunlight shine in my mind forever. Where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt.

More on the D-word, and a tale from Antioch

Monday, September 29th, 2008

Now, here is what a real depression looks like:

Now, I try to imagine this having happened at the WaMu in dowtown Redwood City, and it looks nothing like this. First, the WaMu is surrounded by Redwoods and palm trees. The sun is shining all the friggin time. Aside from that, we have the FDIC. That doesn’t stop people from withdrawing funds. Waiting for a check from FDIC is not comforting, even though the check has never failed. There’s a first time for everything.

Another reason we don’t see scenes like this has to do with technology. In cyberspace, Bailey has no place to give speeches while people make electronic transfers out of their accounts. That’s exactly what I did last Friday.

I do most of my banking with Navy Federal Credit Union. I used to say, “If Navy Federal fails, we’ve got bigger problems”. Well, we’ve already got big problems. So. Friday, I distributed some of my life savings out of NFCU. No point having all my eggs in one basket. I took some of those eggs and put them in a local bank, of all places. It turns out that local banks are actually doing OK, since they make local loans and they didn’t all succumb to the frenzy of the subprime nonsense.

While we were waiting for the account to process, the clerk told me an interesting story that happened in Antioch, CA–a far flung East Bay subburb about half way to Stockton. It seems that in a certain cul-de-sac, almost all the neighbors got in over their head with bad loans. A certain person on this cul-de-sac, with the cash to do it, offered to re-fi or purchase and rent back the homes to these people. They all got to stay in their homes. The cul-de-sac is presumeably green, neatly trimmed, and well taken care of; unlike other areas which are peppered with the distinctive brown lawns and sherrif’s notices of foreclosure. The bailout artist is already pulling in a nice rental income, and will probably come out way ahead in the long run.

It just goes to show, crisis breeds opportunity.

California is a Surreal Place for a Depression

Monday, September 29th, 2008

The thought occured to me just now, that California is a surreal place for a Depression. OK, OK, we’re not in a depression; but the mainstream media keeps tossing around the D-word, and will continue to do so until Obama gets elected or until it’s become too ludicrous. At any rate, since I’m out of work… well, you know what they say: A recession is when your neighbor loses his job. A depression is when you lose yours..

So, after looking over some pix from last week, picking the beaties and posting them to flickr, it got me thinking. If you’re going to be depressed in a Depression, California is a funny place to be. If you’re going to be depressed, you want gritty New York streets, the buildings so high you can’t see the sun. There should be steam coming out of grates. The sky should be so grey that it looks like a black and white movie in real life. California? Not many tall buildings here unless you go to SF’s financial district. Sunshine all the time from April to November here. Oh sure, you can go to the coast for fog, but then you’re at the beach. You can’t get depressed there. It’s full of people having fun, exercising, walking their dogs, surfing, or just being different and quirky in some sophisticated way that you can’t quite put your finger on.

California is so un-depression, that it was even the destination for Oakies seeking work in Grapes of Wrath, set in the real Depression. Nevermind that the book didn’t have such a happy ending. The message was clear: California, land of not-depressing.

Nevertheless, people do get down here, if only because they might have to leave. To live here is to understand why the Spanish took it from the Natives, why the Anglos took it from the Spanish, and why the Spanish want to take it back. Oh sure, there might be some serious unrest over that… maybe if this was Quebec, we’d have the problems they had. This is California. There is a lot of arguing about illegal immigrants on both sides, but it hasn’t boiled into a conflict. It just boils the melting pot. No time for fighting. Surf’s up. Maybe we’ll fight manyana.

No time for depression. Surf’s up. Wall street wakes up at 6:30. The fog hasn’t even burned off yet. Roll over and sleep in a bit more. Redwoods against blue skies now. The market is half done. I check it and it’s really not that bad. No job leads. Time to take a hike through the upscale suburbs and into the golden hills. Staying fit is important if you want to keep the blues at bay. Staying fit is important to everyone here. I know that reality may dictate that I don’t get to stay here forever. Or, I might have to move to a more affordable but less desireable part of the area. For now, I’m on the San Francisco peninsula and trying to figure out how to stay here. Depression? I wish I could be depressed in California forever.

Perfection Isn’t Perfect

Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008

I spent a lot of time considering “doing my own thing” to make a web site. I wasn’t going to use blog software. I had all these visions of “how things ought to be”. Being a programmer, I wanted full control. Then, I realized that I was being a perfectionist in the most negative sense of the word. Perfectionism isn’t bad; but it’s a double-edged sword. The good side? Some of the best music, art, literature etc. is often done by people who insist on every detail of the work being done properly.

The down side of perfectionism is that it can lead to paralysis. I’ve seen this happening in my life at times, and I noticed it was happening with my web site. I spent enough time thinking about “the ideal site”, and didn’t do anything. This is kind of funny, because on some of my software jobs I’ve been known to complain about the people who want to plan every little detail before writing any code, and how nothing ever gets done.

When you find that your desire for perfection is leading to innaction, it’s time to pull back from your ideal.

Note that “pulling back from the ideal” is not the same as compromising your principals. For example, if your ideal is the build an electric car and you can’t build an affordable one, then maybe building an expensive one is acceptable. Maybe altering the ideal and building a high-mileage plugin hybrid is an acceptable compromise. Selling all your patents to GM and joining the SUV division would not be an acceptable compromise. That’s the difference.

I’ve found that the pattern of “pulling back a little” from my ideals has lead to some success in my life. Note, however, that you have to have an ideal or a dream to pull back from before you can do that. Some people have no dreams or ideals. I can’t really relate to that. A real life example for me? Six or Seven years ago, I realized that I would never be an “all in one” software entrepreneur. Having grown up in the era when teenagers were writing games and driving off in Feraris… well, that was a dream. At some point, I pulled back and realized I had to partner with somebody. Security was in all the want ads… so, I pulled back just a bit from the ideal of being a one-man superstar and joined a 4-man startup. That lead to 5 solid years of work, writing software that goes into NIDPS (Network Intrusion Detection and Prevention Systems).

Now, that sequence of events has come to an end. The company I ended up working for layed me off. The cycle begins anew.