Alpha-Beta City

 

Yes, Alpha-Beta City; not Alphabet City, but perhaps we’ll begin with a word about the latter. For the under-initiated, it is a term generally associated with an area on the Lower East Side (bounded on the North by 14th Street and on the South by Houston) of Manhattan, where the Avenues are bestowed alpha, as opposed to (as is the case with most of the rest of the borough) numeric, monikers. The marvelous conveyance of Google Maps offers the following illustration:

Sorry; Couldn’t Resist Throwing in The Satellite Image Next to the Regular Map:

For eons, the neighborhood has had the rep of being one of NYC’s grittiest (and thus the hippest), and knowledge of the area (to say nothing of actual residency) has always been a goal to which locals seeking Street Cred have aspired.

It is comprised of 4 (more or less) North/South thoroughfares, named in ascending order – from West to East — as Avenues A through D. I was discussing this hood with a very close friend (with whom I was having lunch at a quaint restaurant in the anti-Street Cred locus of Fairfield County, CT), and he informed (or perhaps reminded) me that, back in the douce, hipsters hung the pseudonyms Aware, Beware, Caution and Death on these roads.

Perhaps those handles remain in place to the present day. I don’t know, because, on the Street Cred scale, I cannot at present rate myself anything higher than a Gentlemen’s 5.

As I never lived in Alphabet City, I might not even place myself at that lofty threshold if it were not that for a few months in 82/83, I dated a girl: Laura, who was actually a resident. She was a cute, lively little thing, and one of the main points of mutual attraction was the fact that we shared identical dates of birth (11/04/59). She also graduated from the University of Wisconsin at the same time I did, but I didn’t know her there. We were introduced by mutual post-graduation eastbound Badger acquaintances. At the time, she was pursuing a dream of being a punk photo journalist, and her career had progressed to the state that she worked the counter at Grand Central Camera – adjacent to the eponymous train station. I, of course, was cooling my heels Uptown, and slogging forlornly through the first semester of the Graduate School of Economics at Columbia University.

Still and all, there was something about her. She never came to me, but a couple of times a week, I’d take the Lexington Avenue Line down to St. Marks, and trudge up the six flights of stairs to the cold water, two-bedroom flat that she happily shared with about a half a dozen strangers who had become her roommates.

The entire setting was not, shall we say, conducive to the bloom of romance, and I’m not gonna lie: the street in front of her building was an open shooting gallery that frightened the living daylights out of me. But there she was, all 95 pounds of her, entering and exiting at a whim all hours of the day and night.

In the end, if memory serves, she dumped me. And who could blame her? What was a could, a big, goofy L7 grad student offer to a hip downtown chick such as herself?

But I didn’t come here to write about Alphabet City. I’m much more interested in the topic of Alpha-Beta City, that psychic purgatory where most of my clients spend nearly all of their waking moments.

As this remarkable January comes to a close, I hear a crescendoing chorus of self-flagulation from a number of investment quarters that, year-to-date, their portfolios are generating negative Alpha. Again for the under-initiated, this refers to a condition when performance falls short of the returns of the market, as adjusted by the net Beta configuration of a basket of securities. To further illustrate, with the SPX having thus far generating a gain of ~7.5%, a portfolio with a Beta of, say, 50% would’ve had to have produced year-to-date performance of >3.75% to be on the sunny side of the Alpha Street (not, for what it’s worth, located in Alphabet City). If your year-to-date gains only rise to the dignity of, say, 3.0%, it implies a cumulative 2018 Alpha of – 0.75%.

Kind of a kick in the head, no?

I’d like to take this opportunity to implore those in this position to temper their self imposed-negative judgment with the higher quality of mercy. Because, you see, this is NOT an Alpha-generating tape. By my reasoning, it would have taken a combination of nearly unachievable clairvoyance and imprudent position concentration to have gotten north of the Alpha Mendoza Line thus far in 2018. I have a few clients who have reached this Nirvana, but even they are skeptical as to how it happened. To the rest I say, cheer up. By way of perspective, you might’ve traded at a -50% Beta this month and produced a loss of 2.0%, and, under the perverse protocols that govern Alpha-Beta City, you’d have generated a positive Alpha of -1.75%.

Would you have been happier under these circumstances?

My point here is that when the broader market is turbo-charged to the upside, it’s wise to dial down your Alpha expectations; capturing a meaningful portion of the Beta ride should be sufficient for your purposes. As mentioned last week, with the Gallant 500 annualizing thus far in ’18 at well over 100%, one needs to make some allowances, as further described below.

First, let’s all agree, once again, that Mr. Spoo is highly unlikely to do a double or better this year, and if we’re correct on that score, then we’re in for, best case, some leveling of valuations in the coming months. The good news here is that while a flatter or (heaven help us) more two-way tape will likely to be dilutive to benchmark returns, all other factors being equal, it should give some lift to that infernal Alpha metric. So cheer up.

Perhaps more importantly, and as has been the case for quite some time now, the extraordinary upside skew of the markets carries the unfortunate but undeniable consequence of causing nearly all standard risk models to to understate forward looking investment loss ranges. As a long-tenured risk manager, allow me to be the first to state that our (on balance) poorly calibrated exposure estimates are littered with extrapolations that the near future will resemble the immediate/recent past. We apologize for this, but for now, I fear, it’s the best we can do. As a case and point, somehow, some way, the year-to-date Downside Deviation of the S&P 500 has managed to undercut last year’s microscopic thresholds, and now clocks in at a barely pulse-registering ~4.0%. This lack of negative price action works its way into our analytics in both direct and stealth fashion. And as long as this suppression continues, well, again, your Vols, Implied Vols, VaRs, Betas, Gammas, Deltas and such, are all distorted to the downside.

On the other hand, and as I’ve conveyed to many of you personally, I don’t necessarily see any signs on the imminent horizon of risk normalization. True, some of the macro numbers (GDP, New Home Sales) are coming in a little squishy, but earnings have been nothing short of a blowout. With 24% of SPX Companies reporting Factset is showing record Upside Revenue surprises:

Earnings are on a similar trajectory. A quarter of the way in, we’re looking at +12%. All 11 Industry Sectors are participating, and even those few laggards that are missing estiments are showing on average no worse than flat prices over the next couple of trading sessions.

This is not a tape, lofty valuations notwithstanding, that I’d wish to be short.

Yes, there’s other weird doings about which to concern ourselves, none perhaps so perplexing as the apparent gravitational pull of the earth on the USD. We all bore witness to our Treasury Secretary’s perhaps ill-advised (though unambiguously misinterpreted) comments about the relationship between FX levels and trade, and let’s just agree they weren’t helpful. But I don’t worry too much on that score. Nobody wins if the dollar collapses, and my guess is that it not only stabilizes, but perhaps regains some of its vigor in the coming months.

The big action this coming week will divide itself between earnings and a good deal of information to process in domestic Fixed Income markets. With respect to the latter, there’s the odd chance that bonds may move on whatever the Trumpster has to say at his (prematurely vilified) State of the Union Address. The following morning, our Treasury will announce its near-term funding plans, with the expectation of plans to dump an unusually large supply of new paper on the markets. That afternoon’s (Wednesday’s) FOMC meeting does not portend (at least according to the consensus) another rate hike, but it will mark the passing of the gavel from Chair Yell to Chair Pow, and will bear watching on that score alone. By Friday morning (Groundhog Day) we’ll not only learn how much winter we have left, but will also get our first look at the January Jobs picture.

That’s an awful lot of bond news to digest in a single week.

And on the whole, there’s no denying that here in Alpha-Beta City, strange days have found us. My best advice is to filter out the noise, make your trades based on your best, if necessarily fallible, judgment, and let the Alpha chips fall where they may. I would perhaps size things a little bit smaller – if nothing else as a nod to the above-mentioned current tendency of risk models to understate potential loss. But please don’t try to predict a turn (I promise you that you have no edge there), and while we’re at it, it would also be wise to dampen expectations with respect to the efficacy of hedges.

I mean, from what I understand at any rate, even Alphabet City has fallen victim to inexorable gentrification. The shooting galleries are gone. Entrepreneurs have renovated the walk ups (and jacked up the rents), and on the whole, the neighborhood now looks indistinguishable from virtually every other posh and largely unaffordable section of Manhattan.

And as for Laura, I never caught up with her again. About a year after the above-mentioned dumpage, I do recall walking in to Grand Central Camera and asking for her. She was nowhere to be found. Perhaps she realized her dreams, and I certainly hope she did), but probably not.

Maybe, on November 4, 2019, we’ll rendezvous one last time to celebrate our 60th.

After all, stranger things – inside and outside of Alpha-Beta City — have happened.

TIMSHEL

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