How’s your PnL looking so far this year? Happy your long dollar position is starting to look good? Or are you annoying your b-school alumni affairs office asking them to post more jobs for experienced grads (Hey, Columbia, are you reading this? Get to work!).
Either way, if you have time to read this, I’ll bet you’re not doing as well as Adam Levinson. No, not that jerk from Maroon 5 — that’s Adam Levine.
Adam Levinson is doing WAY better than Adam Levine. For one, no one’s calling him a no-talent bastard to his face. For another, Fortress Investment Group just gave him $300 million in shares. But that’s not the first time he made more money than you or that weasel Adam Levine.
According to Jeffrey Cane of Portfolio.com (who wrote a piece linking to a lot of other pieces I didn’t read; As a former derivatives trader, I like to think of this as derivative journalism):
“Levinson, whose annual income Trader Monthly estimated a year ago was between $75 million and $100 million, joined Fortress in 2002 from Goldman Sachs. “
Then Cane asks the question we all ask ourselves when we read such things, if only to make ourselves feel better:
“The package shows that even amid a slowdown, firms are still paying out huge sums to star traders and dealmakers. Are they worth it?”
If you’re not Adam Levinson, the answer to that question is usually, “Hell no! Give that money to me!”. However, if you’re Adam Levinson, the answer is inevitably, “Hell yes! I should be paid more!”
Apparently, a Citigroup analyst disagrees with Fortress and Levinson and Cane provides a nifty quote. However, at the rate things are going, Levinson can buy out Citigroup, fire the analyst, and delete Adam Levine’s bank account so we don’t have to read about his dating exploits ever again.
Apropos of nothing, I always think of this site when i think of Adam Levine.



Those watching CNBC’s “The Call” circa 11:30 this morning know that Charlie Gasparino lost a bet to Mary Thompson over how big Lloyd Blankfein’s package would be this year, with Melissa Francis officiating. The terms of the wager stated that the loser had to buy dinner at Campagnola. Interestingly enough, No Sleeves claims that he didn’t lose anything, but was simply doing the chivalrous thing that anybody boy worth his Rego Park salt would do, and treating the ladies (his words: “It’s the gentlemanly thing to do, and I am a gentleman”). Bull shit. The fact that said dinner, which came to $412.40, was paid for with a Visa card bearing the name “Gasparino” (expiration date: 09/08) is irrefutable proof that Charlie Gasparino is a terrible judge of size. Anyway. As NS noted, we enjoy chronicling his every move, from “what deli meats [he] eats to where [he] works out,” so obviously we sent Intern Scott to pose as the pepper grinder and take copious notes, as well as the Visa number with which we bought a bunch of shit for ourselves (mostly Italian delicacies filled with nitrates so the theft would go undetected). His report:
Earlier this afternoon, CNBC’s Charlie Gasparino reported that some guy in Merrill Lynch’s fixed income research group had “inappropriately relieved” himself in protest of the downsizing of his bonus. Merrill has officially explained that this was simply an unfortunate accident, and then the bank turned red and scurried to the other side of the room.
Goldman Sachs is set to pay Lloyd Blankfein $75 million in stock and cash this December, $20 million more than he took home last year. How groundbreaking. Seriously, a Goldman employee being paid a ton of money, while Bear Stearns tries to cover up the fact that last week it bounced 15,516 checks at the same time, is utterly revolutionary. Personally, even though he claims not to need our pity, we feel sorry for Blankfein. How boring must it be to come into the office every day, push some papers, twiddle some thumbs and know with the highest degree of certainty that you’re going to get a huge bonus, without fail? Wouldn’t it be more fun, or at least more exhilarating, to be constantly wondering, a) Forget about bonus—will today be the day I get fired? B) If I do get fired, how handsomely will I be rewarded for fucking up so badly?
Oh noes! South African breeding operations like Leigh Fletcher’s, which provide hundreds of lions each year for hunters like you and me to stalk and kill in an enclosed area for sport, are being shafted by both animal rights groups and the government, the god damn government. This matters because, in turn, you and I—people who love to slay giant cats that don’t have a fighting chance—are being shafted. Starting Feb. 1, a new law will require that lions roam free for TWO YEARS before they are hunted, so they can “adapt to the wild before they are killed, allowing for a fair chase,” a new rule that kowtows to pressure from animal lovers who, so far as we can see, have a problem with canned hunting. Prices are going to skyrocket and some analysts are predicting that in a few short months, it may cost more than $35,000 for one measly catch. This means that I’ll only get to shoot one lion per year, and based on 2006’s bonus numbers, Goldman Sachs employees, on average, will be able to afford to kill less than eighteen. Unless of course they decide to pool their money and 

