Sunday, July 24, 2011

I didn't know Keynes and Hayek could rap. Now if only we could get Jay-Z in on the act...

Because we are the only people who would find this funny.  From econstories.tv.  I can't wait for what they come up next...oh, and you can download the MP3 for free...



Fear the Boom and Bust

We’ve been going back and forth for a century
[Keynes] I want to steer markets,
[Hayek] I want them set free
There’s a boom and bust cycle and good reason to fear it
[Hayek] Blame low interest rates.
[Keynes] No… it’s the animal spirits

[Keynes Sings:]

John Maynard Keynes, wrote the book on modern macro
The man you need when the economy’s off track, [whoa]
Depression, recession now your question’s in session
Have a seat and I’ll school you in one simple lesson

BOOM, 1929 the big crash
We didn’t bounce back—economy’s in the trash
Persistent unemployment, the result of sticky wages
Waiting for recovery? Seriously? That’s outrageous!

I had a real plan any fool can understand
The advice, real simple—boost aggregate demand!
C, I, G, all together gets to Y
Make sure the total’s growing, watch the economy fly

We’ve been going back and forth for a century
[Keynes] I want to steer markets,
[Hayek] I want them set free
There’s a boom and bust cycle and good reason to fear it
[Hayek] Blame low interest rates.
[Keynes] No… it’s the animal spirits

You see it’s all about spending, hear the register cha-ching
Circular flow, the dough is everything
So if that flow is getting low, doesn’t matter the reason
We need more government spending, now it’s stimulus season

So forget about saving, get it straight out of your head
Like I said, in the long run—we’re all dead
Savings is destruction, that’s the paradox of thrift
Don’t keep money in your pocket, or that growth will never lift…

because…

Business is driven by the animal spirits
The bull and the bear, and there’s reason to fear its
Effects on capital investment, income and growth
That’s why the state should fill the gap with stimulus both…

The monetary and the fiscal, they’re equally correct
Public works, digging ditches, war has the same effect
Even a broken window helps the glass man have some wealth
The multiplier driving higher the economy’s health

And if the Central Bank’s interest rate policy tanks
A liquidity trap, that new money’s stuck in the banks!
Deficits could be the cure, you been looking for
Let the spending soar, now that you know the score

My General Theory’s made quite an impression
[a revolution] I transformed the econ profession
You know me, modesty, still I’m taking a bow
Say it loud, say it proud, we’re all Keynesians now

We’ve been goin’ back n forth for a century
[Keynes] I want to steer markets,
[Hayek] I want them set free
There’s a boom and bust cycle and good reason to fear it
[Keynes] I made my case, Freddie H
Listen up , Can you hear it?

Hayek sings:

I’ll begin in broad strokes, just like my friend Keynes
His theory conceals the mechanics of change,
That simple equation, too much aggregation
Ignores human action and motivation

And yet it continues as a justification
For bailouts and payoffs by pols with machinations
You provide them with cover to sell us a free lunch
Then all that we’re left with is debt, and a bunch

If you’re living high on that cheap credit hog
Don’t look for cure from the hair of the dog
Real savings come first if you want to invest
The market coordinates time with interest

Your focus on spending is pushing on thread
In the long run, my friend, it’s your theory that’s dead
So sorry there, buddy, if that sounds like invective
Prepared to get schooled in my Austrian perspective

We’ve been going back and forth for a century
[Keynes] I want to steer markets,
[Hayek] I want them set free
There’s a boom and bust cycle and good reason to fear it
[Hayek] Blame low interest rates.
[Keynes] No… it’s the animal spirits

The place you should study isn’t the bust
It’s the boom that should make you feel leery, that’s the thrust
Of my theory, the capital structure is key.
Malinvestments wreck the economy

The boom gets started with an expansion of credit
The Fed sets rates low, are you starting to get it?
That new money is confused for real loanable funds
But it’s just inflation that’s driving the ones

Who invest in new projects like housing construction
The boom plants the seeds for its future destruction
The savings aren’t real, consumption’s up too
And the grasping for resources reveals there’s too few

So the boom turns to bust as the interest rates rise
With the costs of production, price signals were lies
The boom was a binge that’s a matter of fact
Now its devalued capital that makes up the slack.

Whether it’s the late twenties or two thousand and five
Booming bad investments, seems like they’d thrive
You must save to invest, don’t use the printing press
Or a bust will surely follow, an economy depressed

Your so-called “stimulus” will make things even worse
It’s just more of the same, more incentives perversed
And that credit crunch ain’t a liquidity trap
Just a broke banking system, I’m done, that’s a wrap.

We’ve been goin’ back n forth for a century
[Keynes] I want to steer markets,
[Hayek] I want them set free
There’s a boom and bust cycle and good reason to fear it
[Hayek] Blame low interest rates.
[Keynes] No it’s the animal spirits


“The ideas of economists and political philosophers, both when they are right and when they are wrong, are more powerful than is commonly understood. Indeed the world is ruled by little else. Practical men, who believe themselves to be quite exempt from any intellectual influence, are usually the slaves of some defunct economist.”

John Maynard Keynes
The General Theory of Employment, Interest and Money

“The curious task of economics is to demonstrate to men how little they really know about what they imagine they can design.”

F A Hayek
The Fatal Conceit


The Doctor is dead. Long live the Doctor!



And Ten becomes Eleven...



In a very emotional finale on New Year’s Day (thank God for the Internet!), David Tennant passes on the role that made him “The Sexiest Man in the Universe” to Matt Smith (still not ginger!!!).   This makes Mr. Smith the eleventh incarnation of the mysterious Time Lord on BBC One’s Doctor Who.   



Although I’ve only watched the show for about the last three years (the first episode aired in November 1963), I’ have a soft spot for the characters in this show, as well as the actors who played them.  David Tennant, the Tenth Doctor, will always be MY Doctor, since I started watching the series when he inherited the role from Christopher Eccleston (an excellent Doctor as well). 

 


Ah, David.  Parting is such sweet sorrow L.  I hope NBC shows Rex Is Not Your Lawyer soon.  Otherwise, what would I do to keep myself occupied? What’s that you said?  Research? Oh, yeah, riiiiiiight…



Here's what's in store for Series 5:





Pics and clips from BBC and Wikipedia.  The BBC Youtube account has a much better version of the clips. 


Huh, not so delusional after all...


Lola Basyang alert!  If you are sick of hearing my stories from another era (I’m looking at you, Roomie, hahahaha!) you can move on to the next blog.



A lifetime and a half ago, before my sexy and glamorous life as a statistics professor (with a vampire slayer secret identity, of course), I had a sexy and glamorous life as a college student who really had no idea what to do with the rest of her life.  Although I was technically an economics major, I dabbled in a few things.  I was taking a number of French classes towards a French minor (and possibly a French husband).  I was seriously considering teaching History after being recruited by my favorite History professor.  My dream of being a world-famous designer was still very much alive, with promises of designing wedding gowns for friends given out left and right.  They all have since married, and none of them in any of my designs. 



College was also a high point in my “writing career” (the one I sought to resurrect with writing on this blog…nope, still dead).  I was writing for one of the campus publications and I took a couple of classes that required a lot of prose and poetry.  I threw myself into the “writing journals” that our professors asked us to submit every two weeks. 


Anyway, these writing journals were mostly free form.  One could write any type of poem or essay or such.  I think the professors’ actual words were “write down your thoughts.”  There was no way that the professors could grade the actual quality of the work—I can just imagine the headache of looking over all that junk—but they could grade your commitment to putting down something on paper every now and then.


One professor was very encouraging with my poetry journal.  She was astounded that I found something to write every day.  By the end of the semester, I actually had two notebooks full of poetry.  Most of it was excrement, of course.   Nevertheless, it was my excrement.  Okay, that sounded bad. 


My other professor was not as understanding.  After being sick of writing down my “deep thoughts,” I decided to use my imagination.  I started to write a spy series. 



It was probably around the time that I was reading the Bourne Trilogy, and hey, if Mr. Ludlum was getting rich because of this stuff, maybe I could start working my way towards billionaire-dom.  Billionaire-hood.  Whatever. 


So my idea was fairly simple.  It was a Mission Impossible-type situation where I was the leader and the martial arts expert (key word here is imagination) of an elite team of spooks posing as college students.  To make it a little bit more interesting, I used people I knew from school as characters in my story.  Once I knew where my story was going (I think a bomb in the chapel needed to be diffused before an Accounting midterm at 6:00 pm), I really started to get into it.  It was probably one of the most hilarious things I had ever written.  It wasn’t Shakespeare, of course, and it probably wasn’t funny to anyone but me, but it was a great escape from trying to write deep introspective essays in the hope of showing the professor what a sensitive, caring and articulate person I am.



When I got my journal back from my professor, I went through the stupid little comments that she made on some of the pages.  In one of my entries I mentioned that I hadn’t seen the movie “Speed” yet, and she said “Kawawa ka naman.”  I mean, really, is that a kind of comment you would put on a writing assignment?


I finally got to the last page of my spy series where she put in quite a bit of insight:


“Bleh, bleh, bleh…whatever, whatever, whatever…MAG-INGAT KA, BAKA HINDI MO MALALAMAN KUNG ALIN ANG IMAHINASYON AT ALIN ANG KATOTOHANAN.”


Excuse me while I pick up my jaw from the floor.  WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?


Okay, first of all, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?  Second of all, this professor told the class to get creative, to use different forms of written word.  I didn’t realize that FICTION was prohibited.  Did she really think that I thought I was this hot, sexy, kick-ass martial artist?  Okay, maybe I did, but that’s not the point.  She was supposed to grade me on whether I completed the assignment or not, whether I had been able to put my ideas down in a coherent manner, and whether my grammar wasn’t too far off the beaten path.  How dare she judge my mental state based on my imaginary friends!  REALLY!


After that disaster, I knew I was never going to get an A in that class.  No matter how good my essays or speeches were, she was always going to look at me as though I was a nut job.   A nut-job who may have a wonderful and colorful way of looking at the world, but a nut job nevertheless. 


So why bring this up now?


Fast-forward to 2010.  So here I was, scanning my email, hoping desperately that I would find an opportunity that would showcase my IMF-Economist/vampire slayer skills.  Imagine my surprise when I opened a recruitment email from an organization that many would classify as a “spy” agency.  Basically, it said that my skills matched the needs of the organization and that if I was interested, could I please send a CV. 


Skills like this, perhaps:



OMG!


Finally, all those nights watching all the counter-intelligence maneuvers in Spooks paid off (well, I’m just really watching Richard and Toby)!  I have hard proof that I have what it takes J to be—dare I say it—A SPY! 


Should I start thinking of code names?  Get a new leather jacket?


So up yours, my dear Professor.  I’m not so delusional after all J.



Yey!  I finally got Toby up!  Multiply has been giving me problems...


Pics: My favorite spy-show, BBC’s Spooks.  I can watch Richard and Toby all day long...

Snoopy came from Snoopy.com from a long time ago.

Buffy from Dark Horse Comics.


'Twas the night before Christmas...



I’ve been suffering from a type of writer’s block called “no time to write.”  It’s been so long since I actually strung together a sentence that was not “Reject the null hypothesis.”  And it shows in the pathetic writing below.  However, in light of the season, I wanted to list some things that I am truly thankful for in the past year.  I’m sure there are more, but my brain is fried from the Christmas shopping.

1.     This time last year, I was Ms. K.  Now, I’m Dr. K.  HEE.

2.   Family downtime.

Heckle’s visit to NYC was a good excuse to hit the museums, go shopping, and order omakase.  Possibly the best meal I had in my entire life. 

3.    Graduation gifting to myself.

As a result of #1, I now have Jamie, my Rebel XSi.  I’m not by any means a good photographer, but I’m learning a little every time I take Jamie out.

4.   The Yankees win their 27th

Game 6 of the World Series, and the Bronx was burning.  Finally, after 9 years of heartbreak, New Yorkers got their bragging rights back.  Even sweeter, my favorite Yankee #55 Hideki Matsui slaughtered the Phillies.  At one point, the score was Matsui 6, Phillies 1.  Unfortunately, it was Matsui’s last game as a Yankee.  But what a game! 

5.   Breathing the same air as Bono and Matt Damon.

Okay, so Matt Damon was barely a blip on my radar, but the “secret” U2 concert performed on the steps of our very own Keating Hall was probably the biggest event of my academic career (well, okay, aside from my dissertation defense).  I like to annoy people by saying, “well yes, the album is great, but U2 sounds better live.”  J 

6.   My first hockey game.

I don’t really like the Rangers or the Bruins.  And Lundqvist was not even playing.  But the experience of screaming my heart out at Madison Square Garden (“OH MY GOD, ARE YOU BLIND!!!) while grown men chase each other with sticks, was an event to remember.  Can’t wait to see Crosby, Malkin or St. Louis play live. 

7.  Teaching again.

Yes, I do complain about my students.  A lot.  But if I were just doing research, the only person I can complain about would be…ME! 

8.   Sniffapalooza

The biggest gathering of perfume-obsessed individuals in the country, perhaps in the world, happens in NYC.  In spite of the icky weather (icky for October, at least), I managed to stop at every major perfume shrine in the city.  And I got four, count it – one, two, three, four – bags full of goodies and samples.  There was a major purchase too, but I don’t have the energy or the inspiration to write about it just yet. 

9.   British TV shows.

If not for them, I’d go mad.  Discovery of the season: Lewis, an ITV detective drama I caught on PBS.  Set in Oxford, Detective Inspector Robbie Lewis and his sergeant James “at-away” Hathaway.  Especially funny is Laurence Fox (of the prominent British acting family) as the Cambridge theologian-turned-copper Hathaway. 

Major squeal factor.  The delicious Tobias Menzies (yes, the Toby that’s splashed all over this blog) has joined the exceptional Spooks cast (including the lovely Richard Armitage) as the new Home Secretary, and he may be up to no good.  I love it when Toby is up to no good. (And any excuse to put Toby up here.) 

10.  The end of the semester, and breathing room at last. 

    Merry Christmas from Spot and me.

PS.  I keep wanting to put pics with this post, but Multiply is going haywire on me.  Toby will have to wait another day.

Because it's hockey season...


"Nous vivions en trois lieux: l’école, l’église et la patinoire; mais la vraie vie était sur la patinoire." 


"We lived in three places - the school, the church and the skating rink - but our real life was on the skating rink."

-Roch Carrier

 

I must have been Canadian in a past life.  How else could I explain why hockey is so fascinating to me?  I can’t even ice skate!  


To celebrate the opening of hockey season, here is a film clip of the classic children’s story “The Hockey Sweater” by Roch Carrier.  The above quote is from the original short story, and is printed on the back of the Canadian five-dollar bill.  

 

  

 

For my francophone friends (and Canadiens fans) here is the French version, “Le Chandail de Hockey.”  The original title in French was "Une abominable feuille d'érable sur la glace" or “An abominable maple leaf on the ice."




The pic is of young Roch, with the detested Maple Leafs sweater.  From Wikipedia.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Goodbye, Mary Travers...

...somewhere, a dragon's head is bent in sorrow.



Puff the Magic Dragon by Peter, Paul and Mary


Puff, the magic Dragon, lived by the sea.

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Hanalee.

Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal puff,

And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff.

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail,

Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail,

Noble kings and princes would bow when'er they came,

Pirate ships would lower their flag when Puff roared out his name.

Puff, the magic Dragon, lived by the sea.

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Hanalee.

A Dragon lives forever but not so little boys,

Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys.

One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more,

And Puff the magic Dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain.

Puff no longer went to play along the Cherry Lane.

Without his life long friend, Puff could not be brave,

So Puff that mighty Dragon sadly slipped into his cave.

Puff, the magic Dragon, lived by the sea.

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Hanalee.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

DAMN CROSS-POSTING (BLOGGER POST)

Unfortunately, there seems to be a problem with cross-posting that I cannot seem to fix. Since most of my work is on Multiply, I shall continue to update there. I hope that sometime in the near future this problem is resolved. See you at kristinesync.multiply.com.