Moody’s To The Rescue

Moodys

 

The headlines read that Moody’s, one of the three major ratings agencies along with Standard &  Poors and Fitch’s, have downgraded the ratings of six Canadian financial institutions, the Bank of Montreal, National Bank, Bank of Nova Scotia, CIBC, TD Bank, and Caisse Desjardins. The action is due to the concerns that the agency has about exposure to household and consumer debt and the possibility that Canadians might nor be able to repay all of the money that they’ve borrowed for mortgages or the vast sums that consumers have posted on their credit cards and through home equity loans. This is particularly interesting in the wake of finishing Michael Lewis’ tome The Big Short, in the latter stages of which the role of ratings agencies in the the meltdown of the last five or six years becomes very clear. In effect, all the big Wall Street investment houses were able to convince the ratings agencies that many of the CDS and CDO instruments that they were floating around were worthy of a triple-A rating, even though they were essentially bundles of sliced and diced sub prime loans made to people known not to qualify for traditional financing. Without spoiling the story, it seems clear enough, if you believe Lewis, that the ratings agencies failed to research the instruments, or, because of the fees they collected, were willing to overlook the essentially inherent risk built into the underlying loans that was bound to affect the worthiness of the derivatives. I just fins it mildly ironic that anyone still believes any of what these people say.

However, this does not mean that we should have limitless faith in the above institutions, or any other such group, as likely, Moody’s is covering it’s posterior and the risk factors may be far greater than the ratings agency is willing to admit. Mark Carney, governor of the Bank of Canada, has touched none too delicately on this point on several occasions over the last couple of years, which is rather a no-brainer as real estate prices have continued to climb until recently while incomes have remained fairly static, and while the push has continued for the consumer to carry the weight for growth in the economy, particularly during the months leading up to the annual Christmas spending binge. Canadians are supposed to continue consuming, to buy increasingly pricey housing, and to contribute to RRSP, TFSA, and RESP accounts in a zero-sum income situation. Something doesn’t compute, but, then, most of what comes out of our current political régimes makes little sense.

Of course, as in the sub prime maelstrom, the current round of consumer and student debt might produce a round of defaults which, in turn might jeopardize the liquidity of the banking institutions to the point where we could have massive bankruptcy. But the banks seem not to worry: the Bank of Canada will step in, the taxpayers will pick up the tab and we can go back to rebuilding a bubble. Notice that no one, in the wake of the investment fraud that brought on the crisis of 2007-08 (and ongoing), went to prison, that the TARP funds and subsequent tranches of quantitive easing have largely served to prop up the same institutions that caused the mess in the first place, meaning that Goldman Sachs, Bank of America and Morgan Stanley have largely managed to substitute the real money derived from what people produce for the thin-air funds they created out of sub-prime loans. You have to marvel at the ingeniousness of the scheme and at the dullard taxpayers who put up with this sort of result. Letting the banks fail may not be an option when the real economy is still tied up in the ability of the banking world to extend credit and where governments and pension funds are dependent on the financial community to fulfill their obligations, but surely there needs to be some personal and corporate liability for the incompetence and malfeasance that produces such disastrous outcomes, and where the public who pay to bail out the bankers get control over the assets that should have been forfeit once to extent of the bungling and fraud was clear.

More Reflections on Film/Television Crews in B.C.

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We just finished watching Season Two of Treme, the HBO drama highlighting the struggles of New Orleans in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina in 2005, and, like David Simon’s previous series Homicide, Life on the Street, and The Wire, there are multiple and interlocking story lines to follow, as well as many questions posed in the course of the eleven episodes. We both felt, after watching the first season’s DVD, that this was less intense and focused than The Wire, and we still fell that way after the second season, but also that the diminished intensity and focus doesn’t really detract from the interest and entertainment value of this series, and that intensity and focus are sufficient to highlight the conflicts and questions of values raised by the show. As in previous works. Simon depicts the breadth and depth of corruption that accompanies the personal struggles of the various characters. Jon Seda’s portrayal of Nelson Hidalgo is a perfect fit for all of the shenanigans put in play to significantly alter the essential character of New Orleans following the flooding of poor neighbourhoods and the subsequent dispersal of a large segment of the city’s black population to other parts of the country. It seems clear that a certain group wanted to turn the city into something of a sanitized white-bread, Disneyworld-like haven for tourists and a gold mine of redevelopment schemes for sponging up recovery and rebuilding funds, as well as for selling a different city to a different clientèle. There are great scenes in clubs and on the street celebrating Orleanian culture, in particular the music, but without any rose-coloured glasses: there is ample portrayal of the tawdriness of much of life in the city, including the ever-present threat of violence visited on relatively innocent citizens. Included as part of the tension of living in NOLA is the oft-conflicted relationship between the NOPD and the citizens it purports to serve, making an interesting backdrop for several of the story lines. In addition, we’re offered spoiled and conflicted teen angst, hyper-testoterone fired lives, all the flakiness that comes with creative types, well-intentioned poseurism and lots of the confusion and lack of clarity that constitutes much of life for all of us. Simon doesn’t pretend to have any answers to any of this, being quite content to hold up mirrors to let viewers see what they will and decide whether or not any of these situations relate directly to the viewer. He does, however, offer a view of a world full of flaws venial and mortal and helps to formulated a series of questions that we can choose to address at or discretion. It could just be entertainment…

OK, the real reason I bring this up is that my concern for our local BC film and television industry is that they are pawns in a Hollywood game, a game where the Hollywood production people get to pretend and in which the crews on the ground get to be part of the stakes, along with considerable taxpayer funds. Hollywood has done a splendid job of finding the lowest common denominator, exploiting it to the point where they’ve lowered an already low standard, and they want us to forego even more tax revenue so they can continue to shovel out more of this drivel, the same tawdry content recostumed, updated, prettified and sleazified for injection into the already toxic content stream. David Simon’s work isn’t perfect, but it has some sensitivity and incites the viewer to reflect on more than the inadequacy of fortune or looks in relation to the latest crop of celebrities. Is there room for a huge increase in the volume of meaningful content? Probably not to the extent that trash is being created in whatever version of Hollywood exists either in SoCal, or Vancouver, or Toronto or whatever might be the latest incarnation of cheap remote location that turns Gastown or Hogtown into downtown Cleveland. I would love to see the Hollywood moguls go off in a little corner and visit their silliness on each other, but I fear that we live in a world that cannot physically stand that kind of a waste of resources. I certainly resent being forced to participate through government subsidy in the creation of this LCD slime. I’m willing to pay for decent content, and that’s how a market is supposed to work, but here we have yet another example of how the “free” market is rigged through the sale of the political will. At some point, there should perhaps be some sort of dialogue about the skills we possess and how best to deploy those skills in a way that ensures that people such as the film and television crews of BC (and all jurisdictions) can make a decent and stable living doing work that produces content with some lasting value beyond the kind of “sugar high” to which we could liken the majority of what comes out of studios.

 

 

Finance For Fun!

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I just couldn’t wait to finish the book I’m reading to write about it: The Big Short, by Michael Lewis details a perspective on what brought us to the financial crisis that started in 2007 and which continues to plague us to this day. Lewis knows of what he writes, both through personal experience and through thorough research; what he has to say is devastating, detailing the reckless and risky behaviour of the big players on Wall Street and the total lack of oversight by any form of government. The book details the deviousness of the ploys used by players to create masses of credit default swaps, sub-prime mortgage bonds and CDOs to first hide, then slough off DOA investments on investors, institutions, and, eventually, on the general citizenry. The breadth and depth of the scheme is frightening, and the fact that none of these people has ever had to justify any of it in a court of law speaks to the penetration of corruption in high places. For all that the subject matter is depressing, at times esoteric, and rage-provoking doesn’t keep it from being terribly interesting, engaging, and even humorous at times:

“The argument stopper was Lippmann’s one-man quantitative support team. His name was Eugene Xu, but to those who’d heard Lippman’s pitch, he was generally spoklen of as ‘Lippman’s Chinese quant’. Xu was an analyst employed by Deutshce Bank, but Lipmann gave everyone the idea he kept him tied up to his Bloomberg terminal like a pet. A real Chinese guy–not even a Chinese-American–who apparently spoke no English, just numbers. China had this national math competition, Lippmann told people, in which Eugene had finished second. In all of China. Eugene Xu was responsible for every peice of hard data in Lippmann’s presentation. Once Eugene was introduced into the equation, no one bothered Lippmann about his math or his data. As Lippmann put it:’How can a guy who can’t speak English lie?’ ”

 

Lewis sis also responsible for Liar’s Poker, Moneyball, and The Blind Side, all fine books and worthy of a read.

A Different Life

Winter-Veggies

 

As I start to think of preparing supper tonight, it’s nice to go down to the garage to retrieve an onion, some garlic and a pumpkin, then to tend to the compost in the yard and bring back fresh chard, beet and leeks, reaping the reward of last year’s labour and the covers I put over several of the garden beds to preserve some plantings from frost. This way, I know that there is unlikely to be chemical residue or genetic modification in our food and that it will have lost less nutrient value by making such a short trip from harvest to table. I’m sure that it costs us more to eat our own produce, exclusive of any illusory labour costs that we might factor into the equation, but it also means that the cost of the transport of seed was the only fuel that was burned to put these calories on the table.

Keep on Truckin’

 

 

WebDTRan across this interview on YouTube the other day:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zwaau9mMQ-M

 

It parallels to some extent some things Derek said in discussions contained on his Songlines DVD about reaching out across musical barriers and about honest music. He comes across in the interview like a very sincere, straightforward and hardworking man who is dedicated to his craft and his family. The music is not in the most popular of genres, and several of my closest associates really don’t like the brashness of some of his playing, but I like it when influences from Duane Allman to John Coltrane to Ali Akbar Khan, to King Curtis can somehow come together in a fairly harmonious whole. I go through these musings every time I hear about another musical awards show, or hear that this celebrity or than sang at an inauguration or some other significant occasion, reflecting on how much our taste is influenced, not only  by glitz and popularity, but also by the selling of the music and the self-promotion of the business of music. It’s reassuring that there are people who have achieved a measure of success while maintaining some personal and musical integrity and managing to eschew to fanaticism of the purist.

Cakewalk To Bamako

Over at the Globe and Mail, we have this clever fellow Jeffrey Simpson who’s keen to tell us that those French should be careful about undertaking foreign adventures from which they may have more trouble extricating themselves than they had in inserting themselves. Perhaps the readership is as short on memory as the French leadership, which all seems a little nonsensical given that the French only recently pulled the last of their troops out of Afghanistan after ten years of what can best be described as futility. We still have people there, though not in combat positions (is there anywhere in Afghanistan that isn’t a combat zone?) and who knows where all the Americans are these days. Given their jag of base building since March of 2003, I find it hard to believe that there aren’t still significant numbers of American military personnel in Iraq, which brings us to the instant parallel that came to mind when I read the headline on Simpson’s discourse:

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/commentary/entering-mali-is-easy-exiting-not-so-much/article7536744/

This was around the internet just about the time W sent the boys off to finish Saddam Hussein, a sly little ditty from the man who recorded the Feel-Like-I’m-Fixin’-to-Die Rag as the Vietnam War raged, and so had a bit of a perspective on this here-we-go-again routine in 2003.

Cakewalk to Baghdad
Lyrics and music by Bruce Barthol © 2003I remember back, before we whacked Iraq
I was watching the news, were we gonna attack?
A man named Richard Perle came on and talked
He said going to Baghdad would be a cakewalkCakewalk to Baghdad,
Cakewalk to BaghdadIt went real easy,
Took a couple of weeks
Tore down that statue
Set those Saddamites free
The Frogs and the Krauts, they feel real bad,
They missed out cakewalkin’ into Baghdad

Cakewalk to Baghdad,
Cakewalk to Baghdad

Next we’re gonna cakewalk into Teheran,
Gonna cakewalk to Damascus and Pyong-yin-yang
When we strut on in,
Everybody’s gonna cheer
They’ll be wavin’ old glory,
We’ll have kegs of beer, just like that…

Cakewalk to Baghdad,
Cakewalk to Baghdad

Cakewalk to Baghdad,
Cakewalk to Baghdad

Now moms and dads don’t worry ’bout
Your soldier boys and girls
We’re just sending them cakewalkin’
Around the world
When the coffins come home and the flag unfurls
Cheer for Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Wolfowitz and Perle

Cakewalk to Baghdad,
Cakewalk to Baghdad

Do you think we’ll see those Bush boys patrollin’ the streets
Like our soldiers got to do in Basram and Tikrit?
We gonna see Richard Perle cakewakin’ ’round
The streets and alleys of Baghdad town?

Cakewalk to Baghdad,
Cakewalk to Baghdad

Easy to cakewalk in … not so easy to cakewalk out.

 

http://www.countryjoe.com/cjb.htm#cakewalk

If you go to this page and click on Richard Perle’s face, you can listen to the song (I love it) via Real Player, and there is a version of it available through iTunes.

 

In any case, the French have Vietnam experiences of their own on which to base a certain sense of caution, along with the nastiness of the war in Algeria leading up to the Evian Accords of 1962, along with a bit of a misadventure in Rwanda in 1994 and the recently ended Afghan sortie.

Looking at the multiple recidivism of so many countries when it comes to intervention in foreign countries, we perhaps come to the conclusion that this is part of the scheme to drive the economy based on blowing things up, hopefully someone else’s stuff and in someone else’s yard, but as long as we can call them terrorists, we’re good to go. Meanwhile there are rumblings in the French press that the bigwigs in Bamako, on whose behalf our C-17 is ferrying French stuff to Mali to be blown up, are more concerned about the independence movement among the Tuaregs of the northeast than they are about Al-Quaeda au Maghreb Islamique in the northwest (who knows?) and perhaps the French have their own little agenda relating to gas, oil and uranium resources in the northern desert section of Mali.

Catholics, Come Home (or maybe just hang fire for a bit…)

More of same:

http://www.sfgate.com/local/article/Sources-Cross-dressing-meth-priest-liked-sex-in-4203841.php

Seems that just about any time an organization proposes to direct our spiritual impulses, those impulses get largely misdirected. I’m not sure when exactly this happened to the Christian establishment, but I suspect that the adoption of Christianity as a state-sanctioned religion of the Roman Empire under Constantine and the acceptance of war as part of the Christian orthodoxy (Thous shalt not kill, unless…)

http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article33644.htm

None of this poor, downtrodden, the meek shall inherit the Earth stuff.

So, I think I’ll just stay out in the cold.

Mose Knows

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When I was in my late teens, I had one of those Proustian moments when someone played Mose Allison’s Parchman Farm on a local FM station and I was immediately transported back to the livingroom floor of our house in Tiburon where I would hang out with pencils and paper and draw whole dogfights on the vast expanse of the reverse of a discarded blueprint. I suspect that it was KPFA on the tuner, else it would have been an unlikely selection for radio, and likely still is. Allison (bio at:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mose_Allison )

has done covers of some folks, and had many of his tunes covered by other folks, a lot of which missed the spirit of the original works, but, then, Allison is angular and understated, not attributes of the Who, John Mayall and others who’ve been inspired by Allison, thought I thought Bonnie Raitt’s cover of “Everybody’s Cryin’ Mercy” worked really well. I saw Allison a number of times, mostly in pretty relaxed and informal settings, in a club, with drinks, and while the experience was never astounding, it was always satisfying. Allison turned out to be a minor chronicler of American music, in somewhat the same way of Ry Cooder, Jerry Garcia and Bob Dylan, though in a much lesser scope. And the best thing is his wit, often tart and cutting, and as pointed today as it was when it was penned, reminding me of the experience of listening to the satire of Tom Lehrer from the ’50s and ’60s that still rings true today, perhaps moreso than ever.

A sprinkling of little gems:

-Stop this world, let me off. There’s just too many pigs at the same trough.

-I don’t worry about a thing ’cause I know nothin’s gonna work out right.

-A young man ain’t nothin’ in the world today: the old men got all the money.

-If silence was golden, you couldn’t raise a dime. Your mind is on vacation and your mouth is workin’ overtime.

-A bad enough situation is sure enough gettin’ worse. Everybody’s cryin’ justice, just as long as there’s business first.

All of this is just a bit of Friday inspiration, keeping all the vitriol in perspective.

The Dance Of The Film Crews

There was a bit of a flurry of comment over the weekend about how the Premier’s staff deleted some Facebook material posted by folks in the film and television industry about how other jurisdictions were offering tax breaks and subsidies better than what was available through the Province of BC, with the consequence, seemingly inevitable, that the work was moving to the lower tax jurisdictions. That the comments were removed is deplorable, and typical of how our current government handles anything that doesn’t present their case in a totally favourable light. There will be no real debate, and all dissenting opinion will the ruthlessly squelched.

However, the question should not be whether we should offer better hothouse conditions for the industry, but whether there should be anything like a tax break or a subsidy for any of this, ever. This is not a fledgling industry. If I understand correctly, much of the work undertaken in “remote” locations is Hollywood through and through, contracted out as it may be. This is an industry that has had decades of support, and yet seems not to be able to stand on its own in our “free market” economy.

Perhaps it’s a bit off the central theme here, but it’s worth considering the kind of content that our money spawns: reality shows, talk shows, fishing shows, cooking shows, in short, all manner of drivel of no intellectually enhancing value or lasting benefit to society, other than perhaps acting as a distraction from all the depressing actions of the governing bodies of society.

The last point brings back to the main theme: I don’t really care that much if people want to watch that kind of entertainment (as long as they are willing to counterbalance that aspect of their lives with more enlightening content), but I don’t want to pay for it, which is exactly what happens when production companies get lower taxes (meaning that I have to pay more) or are given funding (same beef). Everyone pays for this dreck and gets no say in what they fund, while they do get to see an inordinate amount of bandwidth sucked up by pap, soft-core porn, propaganda and humourless silliness.

I was a one-time fan of the Montreal Expos. They left town largely because the taxpayers of the city and province refused to pony up millions for a new stadium for them. Off they hied to DC, where the taxpayers coughed up $600 million so that the boys of summer could ply their trade in a more lucrative market. Good riddance. The same phenomenon is rearing its head in Edmonton right now, with Oilers’ owner Darryl Gates hinting that Seattle might like an NHL team if city council can’t see its way clear to parting with hundreds of millions of public dollars to support his glory habit. We are still subsidizing the fossil fuel industry, the arms industry and who knows what else while schools, libraries, roads, water systems and other public infrastructure languishes in various states of disrepair. The funding equation is upside down: the producers should be funding the public projects rather than the public funding private schemes to sequester wealth in the hands of the few, the greedy, the undeserving.

Simpson, Reality and Idle No More

Jeffrey Simpson seemed to be a reasonable guy at one time, but he seems to think that no one should have a dream, a set of goals not entirely rooted in the world of the way things are done these days. Perhaps Mr. Simpson has been cloistered too long in the comfortable confines of Toronto Journalism and has become an insider looking out on a reality too foreign for him to encompass.

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/commentary/too-many-first-nations-people-live-in-a-dream-palace/article6929035/

 

Most of us try to run our affairs within the parameters laid out for us, but we also hold some vision of a reality that might be better, perhaps for us alone, perhaps for a broader swathe of humanity. This might be at the root of Idle No More, where a people beset with the worst woes of contemporary society says that they’ve had enough of being kept down and pushed around. It’s something akin to what the Trilateral Commission decided in the late ’60s when they perceived that there was too much democracy developing in the Western World and they were going to take a firm long-term stand to see that society went as far back to the Middle Ages as they could send it. First Nations have no monopoly on a sense that they’re not getting a fair shake, they just happen to be the latest group to make some noise. Should First nations be conforming to the economic models in vogue right now? A look at the specific piece of legislation in their sights shows that their fight is a fight for anyone who wants to see Canada do its part to protect what remains of our living environment and perhaps, why not?, improve it. The current government in Ottawa is serving the fossil fuel industry’s quest for profits at the expense of the rights and consultations that, by decision of the Supreme Court of Canada, rightly belong to Canada’s First Nations.

Is FN quarrel not the quarrel of all those disrespected, disaffected, disenfranchised and dispossessed by the rapacity of the global corporate dominance?