(Ed Note: Well, this is it. Another year in the can.) Times Square Ball Goes Green (AP)
Fitting, given the year we’ve had that this year the big ball will don energy efficient LEDs. The most energy efficient solution would be no ball at all, but obviously that was never going to happen. Of course, compares to the staggering power consumption of TImes Square, the marginal difference of a green New Year’ ball is trivial, but it’s the message that counts. Altogether, the ball will costs $1.1 million to assemble, which, given the amount of attention and tourism it’ll bring in is well worth it.
Tracinda to Take 35% Stake in Delta (WSJ)
Big investment from Kirk Kerkorian in Delta… Delta Petroleum that is. We’ve never heard of it either, though the 35 percent stake will cost the firm $684 million, representing a 23 percent premium for the shares. A nice finish for the year for Delta (Petroleum) shareholders.
Existing-Home Sales Edged Up In November, but Still Weak (WSJ)
Mainly bad news on the home front, but a tiny dollop of good news, which is pretty rare these days. October sales of existing homes were actually revised up, and November came in ever so slightly above that. We were going to link to Barry Ritholtz with a note saying to check there for the inevitable tear down of these numbers, but alas even he can’t totally demolish the report, so it mast be halfway moderately vaguely decent. Still, he gets in some good shots at the NAR.
‘National Treasure’ holds No. 1 spot (LA Times)
We haven’t seen the movie, but the fact that this is dominating the box offices is great news for the future of the Republic. Also great news for the producers, since they’ve now got a bona fide franchise on their hands. Can’t wait for National Treasure 3-6.
As the Ball Drops, Dieting Companies Take Positions Nearby (NYT)
You probably gained a few pounds over the last week or so, no thanks to us, because we weren’t keeping your blood pumping as intensely as we usually do. Food also had something to do with it. Anyway, don’t let the diet hucksters feed you any nonsense. The key things: Fresh veggies, unadulterated meat and intense weightlifting. Stay off the treadmill and the sugar and you’ll be a-okay for the next 11.5 months.
Stocks Lower on Last Day of ’07 (AP)
If you’re reading this site today, the last thing you need is a link telling you what the market is doing. Hence we’re putting this last.
Archive for December 2007
ING to Sell Reinsurance Unit to Berkshire Hathaway (Bloomberg)
More buying activity from Buffett. Despite some of the troubles that General Re has caused its parent company, Berkshire Hathaway is upping its role in the reinsurance market, buying off a unit from ING for a modest $440 million. Among the areas ING is involved in include possible settlements for tobacco and asbestos claims. ING stil has a US-based reinsurance division that it may hold on to.
Buffett to Start A Bond Insurer For Cities, States (WSJ)
And not only is BRK buying, but it’s also entering new lines of business. At least it’s talking a good game. Sensing a moment, given the weakness in the major bond insurers, the company says it will enter that business, er, “seek permission” to enter it. Buffett told the WSJ that the company would commit “quite a bit of capital if we like the business.” So take that what you will. You really have to hand it to him. The man has dominated the holiday news cycle. All these big announcements on the slowest week of the year, when nothing’s going on. The media already loves Buffett, but in the absence of other stories, it’s been 24/7 Buffettvision. Well done.
Broadcast of Golden Globes Is in Doubt (NYT)
Sparing the thousands of viewers whose husbands and wives might’ve made them watch it, there’s talk that the Gold Globes — Hollywood’s least respectable award show — may not get broadcast. You know, there’s the whole writer’s strike going on, which sorts of casts a pall on any industry-related “festivities”. Now if they cancel the Oscars, that might be a big deal. But the Globes? That ranks somewhere below the Cable Ace awards in terms of credibility. We’d rather watch the Tony’s even if every Broadway score these days is nothing but a load of a-melodic half-talking/half-singing.
Amazon to Sell Warner Music Minus Copy Protection (NYT)
Amazon will start selling the entire Warner Music catalog as DRM-free MP3s, which is pretty cool. Whether it helps Amazon make gains against iTunes remains to be seen, but it’s hard to see the news as anything but an unalloyed good for the company.
Explaining CDOs, Overcollateralization Edition (Portfolio)
There’s some famous short story about a group of English majors who sit down over some wine and admit the one book that they’re ashamed not to have read. Actually, we don’t know whether this was a short story or a short film or a novel, or whether it never even happened in fiction. After all, we heard about it third hand from someone who’d claimed to have read it. Anyway, they all go around until one says that they hadn’t read Hamlet and the rest freaked out. That was just too much. Not having read For Whom The Bell Tolls was one thing. Hamlet was quite another. Anyway, in case you feel like that Hamlet-less English major, with respect to your knowledge of CDOs, Felix Salmon gives you a chance to catch up and join the gang.
Where is the Copper Market Headed in 2008? (MetalMiner)
Wouldn’t you like to know?
Moments after former Pakistani Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto’s horrific assassination was announced, equities futures began to move downward. People at trading desks immediately began to guess what this would mean across a variety of markets. We started getting e-mails from traders, market watchers and even a few readers who are in Pakistan now.
Reminders that we live in an unpredictable and dangerous world tend to unsettle equities markets, so the moves in the major indexes that followed were, well, highly predictable. But some readers wanted to know why this assassination should be viewed as bad news. It sounds cold hearted and ill-mannered to mention it but isn’t it possible that the death of the opposition leader in Pakistan could stabilize the country by eliminating a challenger to Pervez Musharraf? Isn’t Musharraf our man over there? As one reader put it, shouldn’t this be up arrow news?
The reason it’s terrible news is that Bhutto was actually a source of stability for the country. She was a reasonable and relatively US-friendly alternative to Musharraf. With her out of the picture, it’s unclear what direction the opposition to Musharraf will take. But what is clear is that the opposition will most likely strengthen and act with a greater sense of urgency. The world is slightly more dangerous this afternoon than it was when we went to bed last night.
Berkshire to Pay $4.5 Billion for Pritzkers’ Marmon (Bloomberg)
WaBu’s Berkshire Hathaway will spend $4.5 billion for a 60 percent stake in privately-held Marmon, a Pritzker-family held diversified services firm, whose businesses include hotels and rail services. Buffett describes Marmon as, “our kind of company.” Sounds true. Nothing too splashy or flashy. Just some good old Graham & Dodd style operations. Now wait for the spate of stories about how Buffett is back, along with big lists of companies in play.
Retailers hope post-Christmas sales can save the season (USA Today)
And there you have it. More analysis here from Barry.
Amazon.com Wraps Up Its 13th Holiday With Best Season Ever
On the other hand, if you’re Amazon.com, and you’re the biggest e-tailer in the world, then you had a good season. If there’s one statistic to keep in mind, this is it: “If you lined up all of the GPS units Amazon.com sold this holiday, they would make a trail from New York to Philadelphia; however, a new trail wouldn’t be necessary with the use of a GPS.”
Home prices post record drop (CNNMoney)
Well, it looks like were were premature in calling a bottom. Several months ago, we said home prices were due to rise, since the Realtors had dropped their bullish spin. That’s what you get for relying too much on contrarian indictors. Never again! Anyway, yeah, October. Record fall in house prices.
Luxury Air Travel: Still Not Proven (Felix Salmon)
On the decline of MaxJet.
Our economic education was somewhat unorthodox. Much of it took place in the basement of a library with moveable stacks, located not far the center of campus but very far, intellectually speaking, from the lecture halls where famous economists taught throngs of undergraduates to ignore what they know in favor of what could be depicted in graphs and equations.
We were helped along by a newsletter published by the Ludwig Von Mises institute, the foremost center for Austrian economics in these United States. Each year around this time our favorite edition of the newsletter was printed, the Christmas issue. It usually presented some contrarian take on a famous Christmas story. One year it might be the economics of Santa’s workshop. Another year the feature story was about the entrepreneurialism of shiny red noses. Another year about Scrooge’s generosity.
The folks who put together the newsletter now run both the Mises.org website and LewRockwell.com. We decided today to take a look at those sites. Sure enough, there was plenty of contrarian Christmas stories that we thought we would pass along.
We’ll start with Butler Shaffer’s “The Case for Ebeneezer.” He makes the case that Mr. Scrooge, who seems to have been a money lender of some sort, may not be quite the villain he is made out to be for much of Charles Dickens’ carol. In the first place, if Mr. Scrooge were not in the business he was in–lender money on the expectation of being repaid with interest–the lives of the people of London might have been far poorer. They needed money when they borrowed it, and Mr. Scrooge was willing to part with it for a time. If he was not willing to trust them with his money and if he was not accumulating wealth while practicing this generous art, they would have never had been able to avail themselves of the opportunities that allowed them to start and continue their own businesses and buy and live in their homes.
Lew Rockwell himself explains the economic lessons at the heart of the story of Bethlehem. Remember those wise men and their gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh? To hear the preachers of the gospel of poverty, who remind us always about the eyes of needles and camels, you might think that the holy family would have rejected these gifts as too extravagant. But that’s not the way it happened. “Far from rejecting them as extravagant, the Holy Family accepted them as gifts worthy of the Divine Messiah,” Rockwell writes. “Neither is there a record that suggests that the Holy Family paid any capital gains tax on them, though such gifts vastly increased their net wealth. Hence, another lesson: there is nothing immoral about wealth; wealth is something to be valued, owned privately, given and exchanged.”
And if Rockwell’s take strikes you as a bit too anti-Roman, we suggest you read Tom Fleming’s very different appreciation of Rome’s accomplishments. It reminds us of an oath we once took when joining a society of like-minded people while we were undergraduates, which included a plea that if we could not be saints (which was beyond the hopes of most of us in that room that night), then at least we could be like the Romans who made the world in which the first Christmas occurred.
You’ll hear a lot about how Christmas is ruined by rampant consumerism. Very few people bother to defend the common practice of buying and giving gifts but the practice continues on. Gary North explains why. “There is great value in satisfying the desires of consumers, a value that goes beyond the prices that consumers pay,” he writes. “Producers understand this. Consumers may not.” And you won’t want to miss North’s take on “It’s A Wonderful Life.”
So why are we back again on Christmas night, writing for the few of you who may still be reading? Well, we’re recovering from our Christmas feast and thinking about some of the most important people in our own lives: our readers, our commenters, our sponsors and our investors. You make it possible for us to do this wonderful work each day, and we’re grateful for that gift you give to us each day. It’s been a happy holiday season for us, and we hope it’s been merry for you. We’ll raise a glass to you tonight.
As Bess Levin noted on Friday, posting will be light this week. We didn’t post yesterday despite the half-day for most US exchanges. Frankly we don’t get paid enough to work on Christmas eve and our bosses are not Scrooge-y enough to expect us to. Tomorrow we will pick up publishing with a few updates throughout the day from the staff, and we’ll continue at that pace until the New Year. If you find yourself working through the holidays just remember that somebody has to work the desk and just resent that that somebody had to be you. We suggest you walk around the hallways, treat the trading floor like a putting green and otherwise act out your I Am Legend fantasies while no one else is around. You, our friends, are legends. At least today. And at least in your minds and ours.
For Thanksgiving, we wrote a guide to working through that national holiday that pretty much applies to all these kind of days. Read it here and remember that we’re thinking of you. Please feel free to carry on the discussion in the comments section. Check out the “recent comments” link to the left. Leave news updates, rumors, links and such in comments below.
Merry Christmas, gang. We’ll be back soon.
Albert Hsu, the former hedge fund manager, Cub Scout leader, and Aleksey Vayner mentor, who got into some trouble with the authorities when they found out he’d posted an ad on Collarme.com looking for someone to “rape and abduct” his former mistress, listed her home address and where she stood on the train platform for her daily commute, so as to really facilitate things for any would-be attackers, might get to spend the holidays at home with his family. Like I told devil worshiper John Carney, my letters to Santa have not been for nothing.
Disgraced Hedge Fund Manager Seeks More Family Time Before Jail [FINalternatives]
Since his little performance during Wednesday’s conference call, a lot of people have been taking bets on how long it’ll be before Sallie Mae Chief Executive Albert Lord is fired or involuntarily resigns. At Dealbreaker, we think this is ridiculous. This man shouldn’t be fired, he should be promoted, and this might seem excessive to shareholders, but we suggest the prominent placement of a bronze statue in Mr. Lord’s likeness, inscribed with whatever is Latin for “Let’s get the fuck out here.” We’ll even consider chipping in, since poor Al lost about $200m in that little margin call from his local branch.
As a bit of housekeeping, I’d also like to take this opportunity to offer an apology. Not like the fake one I gave to Goldman last week, but a real, honest apology. Well, actually, it’s not so much an apology as a clarification but whatever, let’s not argue semantics. After all, it’s Christmas. Some of you may remember that the last time we discussed A. Lord, I mentioned that I felt especially close to him because of his “predilection for cutting people down with dismissive statements such as those excerpted above reminds me so much of my father.” Apparently my dad saw this mention, and felt that I took artistic liberties in my description. This was largely true, but I figured that since he rarely reads the site, it’d be no probs. Oh, but it was! My mother claims he was hurt– this I find hard to believe, the man has never exhibited emotion in my presence– my brother texted, “that thing about dad was cold,” though his defense of the man isn’t surprising, as he’s always been my father’s favorite. Anyway, at this time, I would like to say that contrary to what may have been implied earlier, I have a really good dad. To prove this, I’ve come up with list. Dad:
- you let me have a “Reservoir Dogs” table at my Bat Mitzvah party, where the theme was movies, even though mom thought it was inappropriate.
- you always came to all my field hockey games and cheered the loudest.
- you wouldn’t let me go to prom with [redacted] junior year, because he’d just been caught with two pounds of marijuana in his locker. (I didn’t speak to you for two weeks because of it, but I realize now that you had my best interest at heart).
- you paid my fine when I ran into trouble with the RIAA.
-you only yelled at me for a few hours that time I caused thousands of dollars in damage to your car, and lied and said I had no idea what happened. To this day I feign ignorance to how the bottom got ripped out, or what the mechanic was talking about when he told you, “I’m surprised the person driving didn’t go through the windshield.” To show you that I really do appreciate what a good dad you are, at this time I’m going to admit the truth. To the readers, before you jump at the chance take this annecdote as a reflection on the vehicular capabilities of women, don’t. It’s not a reflection on the vehicular capabilities of women, it’s barely even a reflection on me. I drive really good usually. Anyway, dad: even though it wasn’t a lie to say that technically, car parts-wise, I couldn’t tell you what happened when I pulled into the parking spot, and when I meant to slam my foot on the brake, hit the accelerator instead, causing the car to jump over the cement divider thing at the end, put the car into reverse and dragged it back down to the ground…that’s what happened.
Felt ripped off by this tribute? Here, have this, on me:
Last night after an important meeting, a source made me and Carney go to an ML fixed income holiday situation, which sucked…then he made us go to a no-words-for-it-bad-but-worse-than-the-holocaust-is-a-start club in the meat packing district that I ended up ditching them at (forgetting, rather idiotically, to ask JC for some cash, meaning I got to walk from 29th and 10th to 33rd and Park when it was -10 degrees out, which, if you haven’t tried it, is delightful). Prior to that, though, someone gave the driver the wrong address and we ended up outside of Scores…thinking to myself that I’d rather go there than nightlife equivalent of a catheter with spikes, I asked 3 of the bouncers, “What’s the crowd like tonight?”…two of them were like “great crowd, great crowd, come in,” but one just sort of mumbled “great crowd” with an attitude and didn’t make eye contact, which I took issue with. You probably don’t know this, on account of my never having shared it before, but people who don’t make eye contact seriously piss me off. So I said, as we walked away, “Next time make eye contact, maybe you would’ve made the sale.” I think I made a real impact on him. In retrospect, I should’ve added, “fat boy,” but what can you do. If you found this post to be a phenomenal waste of your time, please send a self-addressed stamped envelope to the DB headquarters, and I’ll mail you back 5 dollars. Quick, though, before I change my mind, or take a nap under my desk.
Rush & Molloy send an update from Tigerland. It seems that the tiger striped-tattooed porn star has started to remember Seth Tobias. Christopher Dauenhauer, who goes by Tiger professionally, tells the Daily News columnists that “I often went with Seth to great destinations. He may have talked about me with Filomena during his drug binges. I may have been the only guy he’d ever been with. He may have thought I was his boyfriend. She may have gotten jealous.”
There’s nothing at all we can add to this story.
A wild Tiger tale in Tobias death [Daily News]