Nuptial Numbers



My own fair city apparently leads the country in nuptial spending-- according to statistics released this week, the average wedding for a San Franciscan couple costs $45,284!

Having planned my September 2009 wedding, I have to say I'm not exactly shocked-- it's easy to run up a huge bill getting hitched. We weighed our options for getting married here in S.F., but ultimately decided to wed in Santa Barbara (which wasn't a cost-motivated choice, as S.B. isn't exactly bargain central either.) The fact is, holding any event in Coastal California has the potential to be extremely pricey. 

Even so, we were able to throw a great wedding for much, much less than $45K.  Going forward, under the tag for "wedding", you'll find a few posts on how we kept our spending way below par.

Real talk from John McLaughlin



I have to say a highlight of my birthday was the McLaughlin Group's January 2nd episode**.  Well, specifically, John McLaughlin's "macro-prediction" for the year ahead:

"2009 will be the year when it will gradually dawn on U.S. policymakers that the cause of the global economic crisis is globalism itself. The premise that, as we shifted jobs to developing countries, new jobs would develop here to replace them is false. It is not possible to shift production jobs and service jobs to low-cost countries without hollowing out the purchasing power of the middle class."

My heartbeat actually sped up as I watched him say this, because I am so excited for this kind of real talk to be getting airtime and coming from such a respected person. I hope he's right that the next 12 months will bring a sea-change in way we perceive the pros and cons of our increasingly "flat" world. 

**I'm 25 now, which is safely and unabashedly grown up, so I am going to refrain from making any "Oh, ha-ha, isn't that so nerdy and boring of me" apologies/jokes. Because on the real, John McLaughlin is awesome, and is definitely on all my fantasy birthday/dinner/cocktail party guest lists.

The Sign*

I had a huge light bulb moment after reading this fantastic Newsweek article. You should do yourselves a favor and read the whole thing, but the gist is this:

Once upon a time in 1994, a group of JPMorgan bankers during an off-site weekend in Florida ("think yacht parties, bikini models, $1,000 bottles of Cristal") came up with "credit default swaps" as a bold way to protect themselves from loan defaults and free up capital on their balance sheets. 

Newsweek reporter Matthew Philips writes:

"Within a few years, the credit default swap (CDS) became the hot financial instrument, the safest way to parse out risk while maintaining a steady return. 

'I've known people who worked on the Manhattan Project,' says Mark Brickell, who at the time was a 40-year-old managing director at JPMorgan. 'And for those of us on that trip, there was the same kind of feeling of being present at the creation of something incredibly important.'

Don't ask me how a guy who was 40 in 1994 "knew" people on the Manhattan Project, because I have no idea. The point is, everyone in the finance world in the mid-90s saw the proliferation of credit default swaps as a major, game-changing thing.

Now, check out this chart of the Dow Jones Index from 1958 until 2008:


Oh, hello there 1995!  And hello there, subsequent explosive growth that was hardly harnessed by the tech bust or 9/11!


Of course, many banks have now learned the hard way that no matter how much they dice it up and sell it off, risk is still risk. And loan defaults are very bad things that are *very* difficult to fully escape.

So: If that Cristal-fueled weekend in Florida never happened, where would the DJI be today? Based on the trajectory up to then, and using my highly sophisticated "finger tracing" method, I'm going to say around 7000 points. Is that the "bottom" we're all looking for?

I'm actually asking, because I really have no idea.  But it makes sense to me.

*Yep, the title is a reference to Billboard's #1 single in 1994, by Ace of Base. Hey, if we're going back to the mid-90s anyway, I say let's go all the way.  Flannel shirts, 90210, and "Clueless," anyone?



Ha, well, let me know.