Transanimation

Welcome to 2018, everyone. I hope you enjoy your extended, but necessarily finite visit. I suggest you take this opportunity to look around and absorb your surroundings. You’re gonna be here – for a while, anyway – so it wouldn’t be the worst idea to spend some time getting a general feel for the place. It may look familiar, but trust me: there are unknown portals, nooks and crannies, mazes that lead to nowhere, and the potential for surprise around every corner. As your self-appointed host, I’d like to be in a position to provide you with a detailed and comprehensive topographical map, but the plain truth is that I’ve just arrived myself, and am myself still surveying the totality of the premises.

I am well-aware that the current physical comfort index leaves something to be desired, what, with record cold descending upon much of the landscape. But this much I can promise you: it won’t last for the duration of your stay. The weather will indeed improve, and though I don’t like to promise, I’m pretty certain that some of you may even get some beach time in before you take your leave.

Your initial impressions may reveal little change — relative to your recently departed realm of 17. And you’d be wise to note not only the similarities, but also their implied continuity. For example, human behavior continues to trend towards the unfettered and unhinged. They’re still yelling at one another in Washington. Back-benching strongmen rants ensue apace. And our overfed, over-indulged psyches continue to run wild. For example, pursuant to today’s theme, I note the ever-expanding tendency for members of our species to redefine themselves to match the troubled inner workings of their brains. Over the last couple of years, the tsunami of focus on gender redefinition has catalyzed such trends as proclamations by certain individuals that, DNA notwithstanding, they have chosen to identify, racially and ethnically, with groups other than those genetically bestowed upon them by their forebears.

OK, where do we go from there? Well, in the fall of 2017, there was an explosion in a concept called Otherkin, under which homo sapiens have determined that in their heart of hearts, they are not homo sapiens at all: rather, they are lions, tigers, bears, and yes, even manatees.

Done and done? Uh, no. On January 1, 2018 – New Year’s Day no less – I uncovered a concept called transability, or, to apply the more generic medical terminology, Biology Identity Integrity Disorder (BIID): a phenomenon involving poor souls who, though being blessed with fully functioning bodies, nonetheless identify as being disabled. They feign paralysis and sit in wheelchairs. As Tommy once said, they “put in their earplugs, put on their eye shades and know where to put the cork”. Presto! They’re blind deaf and dumb. The real legit ballers in this crew actually go so far as to maim, themselves, and I read about one guy who even cut his arm off to prove the point.

So we enter 2018 with only one threshold left to cross: life itself. As such, I’ve created a concept called transanimation, under which certain living individuals identify themselves as dead. Presumably, this paradigm has been in place since time immemorial, but fair warning: don’t try to steal this idea from me because, well, I know where you live.

Thus, from a number of perspectives, 2018 might fairly be viewed as an extension of its predecessor – only more so. And this, at least in part, means that the verifiable realities we confront can simply be re-engineered according to our tastes, moods and predispositions. What, after all, is a cryptocurrency other than an effort by put-upon economic agents to redefine modes of exchange to better suit their agendas? But I have nothing constructive to convey about crypto, so I’ll leave it at that.

However, other, more old-school market mechanisms also reflect the current mindset. Consider, for instance, the Equity Complex, which, both domestically and globally, came barreling out of the gates in gale force fashion, and looking like anything other than a negatively transanimated creature. Perhaps, however, the opposite can be said of the VIX, which rolled over to its lowest close of all time on Wednesday:

VIX: Thinks It’s Alive But is Really Dead:

Yes, the good times keep rolling for options sellers, but like their antecedents, they face at least a nominal risk that what appears to be death is actually hibernation. Perhaps this lasts all winter, but on the other hand, and even so, the VIX Bear could wake up in the spring hungry and angry.

If so, and if history indeed is any guide, it will presumably know exactly where in the investment universe to attack to satisfy its urges.

Copper: Not Coming a Cropper

With all of that equity buying out there to distract our attentions, there wasn’t a great deal of side action with which to concern ourselves. Bonds were pretty flat. The USD remained moribund on the canvas. There was some discernable activity in the Commodity Complex, with even the long shunned grains managing to capture a late week bid.

But the big action was in Metals – particularly Copper – now comfortably trading at > 3-year highs.

And, while we’re on the subject of Commodities, can somebody please explain to me what in heaven’s name is going on in Natural Gas? I mean, please. Just when it looks like the inclement weather would offer some relief to this beleaguered instrument: a) first comes the snow; b) then come the frigid temperatures; and then, in a sign of the times, investors decide to stage a fire sale of their inventories, and short sellers jump on board for the ride.

Time was that Nat Gas was THE market to trade, but this era appears, at least for the present, to have been de-animated.

The Unnatural Behavior of Natural Gas: 

By this past Friday, we got our first glimpse of year-end macro picture. The December Jobs Report came in at solid, but uninspiring levels. Market participants checked the box and then resumed their buying frenzy. Now, presumably, ‘tis the season to turn our collective attentions to earnings, and the default expectation must shade towards the extension of the rolling good times of 2017. The process, in time-honored fashion, unfolds slowly, starting next week, and then accelerates to its crescendo around the end of January. Expectations are about as giddy as this old boy can ever recall them being, in part as evidenced from the following metric:

If I read this chart correctly, then the glide path of earnings estimates (which typically trend downward within a given quarterly cycle) across the quarter appears to be as favorable as they’ve been in about seven years. I’m not sure how much of this is a technical nod to the new tax regime, but it also appears to reflect a pretty encouraging trend line for business activity.

I reckon we’ll find out soon enough.

Four trading days into this annual cycle offer some time to get a feel for this 2018, but only a partial one at best. For what it’s worth, I read over the weekend that: a) the holiday-shortened start outperformed every full week in the fabulous, dearly-departed year of 2017; and that b) every year since 1950 which begins with 5 straight up sessions has ended with positive index returns, with the average gain clocking in at 18.6%.

So, from this perspective, and if one places faith in this sort of pattern recognition, tomorrow is a big day. But, on balance, I wouldn’t take any drastic steps to anticipate what comes next; let’s instead follow my original advice and take a look around a bit. However, if the market forecast calls, as it does, for warm and sunny conditions, you can’t help yourself by putting on your heavy weather gear. There may be an appropriate time to do so, but taking this step prematurely is likely to create only discomfort, aggravation and (worst of all) lost time.

I close by reminding you that in this new era of transanimation, the flows only go one way. Much as they might wish to do so, the dead cannot identify as the quick. And it strikes me that this is true not only in biology, but in finance and investment as well.

So look alive, be forewarned, and, as always…

TIMSHEL

Sometimes a Great Notion

“The story is told that when Joe was a child his cousins emptied his Christmas stocking and replaced the gifts with horse manure. Joe took one look and bolted for the door, eyes glittering with excitement. “Wait, Joe, where you going? What did ol’ Santa bring you?” According to the story Joe paused at the door for a piece of rope. “Brought me a bran’-new pony but he got away. I’ll catch ’em if I hurry.” And ever since then it seemed that Joe had been accepting more than his share of hardship as good fortune, and more than his share of sh*t as a sign of Shetland ponies just around the corner, Thoroughbred stallions just up the road. Were one to show him that the horses didn’t exist, never had existed, only the joke, only the sh*t, he would have thanked the giver for the fertilizer and started a vegetable garden”. 

— Ken Kesey –“Sometimes a Great Notion” 

Really sorry to do this to you, what, with it being Christmas Eve and all. But old habits die hard. I’ve seldom missed a week of sending out this Thoroughbred Stallion of a note, and, even though today’s offering may be nothing more than a Shetland Pony, I reckon this week is no exception.

I’ll dedicate it to old Joe: Joe Ben Stamper, one of the greatest characters in what may be my favorite book of all time: Ken Kesey’s “Sometimes a Great Notion”.

I highly recommend this novel to anyone who wants to place his her squarely on a piece of true terra firma. But you’ll have to be patient. Let the book come to you. It is written in a stream of conscious motif, with multiple characters, along with a narrator, telling the story from different points of view, at different times. Once you crack the code, if you’re like me, you won’t be able to put it down.

I read it first in college, and, while I have since consumed hundreds of works of literary fiction, this is the only one for which I can say, once I finished it, I went back to the beginning and began again.

One cannot help but admiring Joe Ben and his inexorable optimism, particularly given that the book’s title (and some of its content) assumes darker hues. The title itself is purloined from Hudie (Leadbelly) Ledbetter’s classic song “Goodnight Irene”, and more specifically from the verse:

“Sometimes I live in the country, sometimes I live in the town, 

Sometimes I take a great notion, 

To jump in the river and drown” 

Well (SPOILER ALERT), Joe Ben did end up drowning in the river, but it was no great notion of his; in fact, it was no notion at all. The very thought would’ve horrified him.

With ’17 winding down, I feel we could all use a little dash of Joe Ben’s eternal hopefulness, but this righteous quality appears to be in drastically short supply this holiday season. Everyone, instead, appears to be angry, and one wonders why.

Case and point: completing my cycle of obligatory holiday conspicuous consumption (as perhaps reaching its crescendo with last week’s viral news of my purchase of an I-Phone 8), on Friday, my wife and I copped a full drum kit, begging the question as to how we endured without one for so long.

The model I chose looks like this:

Pretty sweet set, no? But at the checkout line, I got into argument with the cashier when she positively insisted on trying to sell me one of those rip-off Extended Warranties.

An Extended Warranty? For a drum set? The sound that you hear is John (Bonzo) Bonham and Keith Moon executing a synchronized roll in their final resting places. I still plan on enjoying the purchase, and I don’t even play drums. But some of the seasonal tidings were lost in Warranty Episode, and I can’t help but feeling that this sort of buzz kill vibe is needlessly pervading our sensibilities, to no good purpose, in inappropriate forms, and certainly at an unfortunate point in the calendar.

Closer to our core interests, for instance, the Ruling Party managed, against considerable odds, to push through a pretty material piece of tax reform legislation this past week, and, in what can only be characterized as a double dip, even gathered itself to waive in a Continuing Budget Resolution which enabled the President to sign the Big Bill. But did the equity markets rally on this achievement? They did not. The Gallant 500 actually closed down a few basis points on the heels of the announcement.

Perhaps this is due to (presumably backed by the type of extensive voter analytics that catapulted Hillary Clinton to – well, back to Chappaqua) the Democratic Leadership’s desperate struggle to outflank one another in terms of hysteria-driven criticism of the initiative. Here, there was a clear winner, the Favorite: one Nancy Pelosi (D-Cali), who characterized the legislation as “the worst bill in the history of the United States Congress”.

Even Bernie couldn’t top that one.

But really Nancy? Worse than the Fugitive Slave Act of 1850, which forced indentured souls captured on free soil to be delivered back into servitude? Worse than the Alien and Sedition Act of 1798, that allowed for the wholesale imprisonment of non-naturalized immigrants, and made it a crime for anyone to speak out against the Adams Administration?

But apparently, for whatever we’ve lost during these troubled times, we have gained back in the form of unhinged political hyperbole.

Last week also featured a rude awakening for Bitcoin investors and other virtual currency enthusiasts. Everyone’s favorite (at least for now) non-asset asset dropped 25% on Friday, in part due to some mean things that former Hedge Fund Honcho/current crypto maven Mike Novogratz tweeted about the concept. Those that read the tweet all the way through (admittedly a challenge in the expanded 240-character Twitterverse) are aware that at the end of the “tome”, he characterized his selloff projection as “just pausing”. But no matter, the damage had been done.

Be that as it may, I have nothing useful to convey about Bitcoin, so I will leave it at that.

Soy Beans continued their rout, as did Natural Gas.

Soy Beans:

Natural Gas: 

Other markets were quiet, and presumably will remain so through the ball drop at midnight on 12/31.

So I think I’ll take my leave on a more Joe Ben-like note. I have a Great Notion that investors may be served up a pretty strong market in ’18. My repeated theory about the scarcity of quality investment securities is now so ubiquitous that I heard Cramer crowing about it on TV last week. All the macro figures are pointing upward, and not just in the United States. The good folks with whom I reason are telling me that Q4 earnings look like a blowout. And whatever else happens with this new tax regime, it is a windfall for most corporations, and Ms. Pelosi is right when she predicts that many will apply large portions of their newfound bounty to the continuance of their stock repurchase programs.

So the time may indeed be upon us to look past the sh*t served up in our stockings and towards the Shetland Ponies from which it issued forth. Joe Ben showed us how, keeping (SPOILER alert) his joyful spirit to the very end, when, though drowning, he actually died laughing. This holiday season, we could do worse than follow his example.

Happy Holidays to everyone, and of course, as always….

TIMSHEL

Goodie’s Law

We’ll get to our title subject anon, but first I must weigh in on the frenzied global debate respecting one of its forbears: Gresham’s Law, which as every schoolboy knows, posits that in an environment with which multiple forms of legal tender of varying soundness, the “bad” money eventually push the “good” stuff out of circulation.

Does it apply at present? We may soon find out. On the other hand, we may not.

But first, a little context. The Law was named after Sir Thomas (no relation to John) Gresham, 16th Century British Financier, hired to look after the economic affairs of King Edward VI (the long sought after male heir to Henry VIII, who was crowned at the tender age of 10, but shed this veil of tears at the tenderer age of 15, to be replaced by the indestructible Elizabeth I, who also availed herself of Sir Thomas’s services -up till the point of his death), and founder of the still-extant Royal Exchange.

Notably, Sir Thomas, modest fellow that he was, never took placing his personal imprimatur on his now eponymous law. Nay, the task was deferred for 3 full centuries, and undertaken by a rather anonymous chap, in remembrance of Gresham’s pushback on the debasement of Pound Sterling during Henry VIII’s time. Perhaps Gresham demurred because he knew that the idea did not originate with him; its origins tracing back at least (and somewhat improbably) to 15th Century stargazer Nicholas Copernicus. However, I suspect our forebears were openly availed themselves of this expedient-but-unfortunate habit, dating back to points when they were still living in caves and sporting tails.

But back to Sir Thomas for a minute; in addition to his sobriety, modesty and unmistakable clairvoyance, wherever else we might differ, perhaps we can all agree that in his day, he cut a rather dashing figure.

Sir Thomas w an Unidentified Skull: 

 

Moreover, in my judgment, he was doing the lord’s work in his tireless efforts to ensure a sound currency. And history shows he was successful. But across the ages, it was perhaps inevitable that there would be periods of backsliding. Consider, for instance, the post-WWI replacement of Germany’s Papiermark with the misanthropic Reichsmark – at an introductory rate of 1 PM = 1 Trillion RM. Of course, this was a one-finger salute from the Germans to the French for imposing-impossible-to-meet reparations at the end of the “War to End All Wars”. But as Sir Thomas foretold, the Papiermark soon disappeared from German commerce, and the Reichsmark quickly fell victim to a 21% per day inflation rate.

What followed: the 1929 Market Crash, the Great Depression and WWII, is well-documented.

 

Fast forward to the present day, where, while “bad” money is arguably available in galactic over-abundance, “good” money is an elusive designation. If the current flow in FX land is to be believed, then our own greenback is certainly falling out of favor.

The exchange rate deteriorated all week long, closing at a > 2-year low:

Gresham’s Bad Boy: The USD 

 

And notwithstanding Chairman Draghi’s difficult to assess comments (apparently, he’s prepared to increase or decrease Euro QE, as conditions demand), EURUSD breached 120 for the first time since late 2014. Perhaps our Dead Presidents are seeking to be the bad money beneficiaries of Gresham’s Law. If this is indeed their intent, they’re doing a pretty good job of achieving their objective.

But they have company. This month, the amount of fiat currency printed by Central Banks in 2017 will cross over $2 Trillion, and the total amount created out of thin air since the crash is knocking on the door of $20T. One could argue that for the time being, Gresham’s Law applied in spades, because all of the “good” money appears to have been chased out of the economy over the last few years.

Making a gallant bid for the opposite side of The Law are a number of blockchain/virtual currencies, as led of course by Bitcoin. It was a tough, volatile week for these wannabes, and the trend is likely to continue. Ultimately, as stated previously, I think there’s about as much chance of developed countries ceding any measure of control over their currencies and interest rates to entrepreneurial ventures as there is the U.S. Defense Department sanctioning the development of private sector armies and allowing citizens to choose which military enterprise they wish to defend their rights and property. But in the meantime, the virtual circus rolls along, showing no signs of folding its collective tents. I don’t know whether virtual currencies are bad money or good, but it bears remembering that the more we see of them, the lesser the set of qualities they are likely to possess – at least according to Gresham.

Meanwhile, it was a modestly negative week for equities, a strong one for bonds and a mixed one for commodities. Our justifiable and overwhelming focus has been on the sequence of natural disasters plaguing our southern reaches, and, at the point of this correspondence, the toll, in terms of blood and treasure, cannot even be estimated. Less noticed, as a result, was the détente between Trump and the Dems, who have come together, forsaking those on the opposite side of the aisle, to effect a 3-month extension of the budget – debt ceiling positioning notwithstanding. For the markets, this is probably a good thing. While the rebuild in Texas, Florida and their neighbors will generate some incremental demand, left unfettered, the overall impact of the storms is highly deflationary. As a modest example, consider the current dynamics in Natural Gas. One might assume that the worst flood ever recorded, with its epicenter right smack dab in the geographical core of the energy industry, would take out more supply than demand, and that prices would increase.

One would be wrong on that score:

Natural Gas: Knocking on the Door of Quarterly Lows: 

My friends in the biz tell me that the storm has completely removed significant pools of demand emanating from Mexico, and that demand disruptions from Irma will make matters worse. Overall, one can safely assume that this double wallop from the fist of God will cost at least 1 GDP point to repair, and this is reflected, among other factors, in our favorite GDPNow estimates:

 

So one at any rate can understand the economics of Trump’s deal with his sworn political enemies. Nobody can afford the bite that will be taken out by these storms, and I am therefore OK with this bilaterally cynical deal. But I offer the following but of advice for our Commander in Chief. If you think that you can form new political alliances here, think again. Schumer and Pelosi wish you no more good fortune than Hitler and Stalin did each other when they split Finland between them. If you politically compromise House members of your party, and they lose their majority in the next election, then the first official act of the reinstated Pelosi Congress will be to issue articles of impeachment. As usual, Trump is being too clever by half here, and the act is getting very tiresome.

For what it’s worth, I also remain no less concerned about Korea this stormy weekend than I was last stormy weekend. My belief is that by escalating their nuclear activity amid global demands for reduction, the NK bunch has declared de facto war on the United States and its allies. There is simply no way that the current status quo holds. L’il Kim will continue to build his arsenal until his enemies act to reduce it. This could happen at any time, and we probably won’t hear about it until after the fact. The equity markets don’t care about this, of course, but it explains a good deal about the selloff of the dollar, the rally in bonds and the strength of certain commodities.

So these, mes amis, are my immediate loci of concern: Florida, Texas, Korea and Washington. It is a small list, but in my judgment a content-rich one. There are a few macro data releases next week, but it is an otherwise quiet one in that corner of the universe.

So let’s turn to the corporate side, where everyone will hold their breath till Tuesday, 1 pm Eastern Time, when Tim Cook steps up to the podium for the first time in Apple’s newly opened corporate HQ, to introduce the iPhone 8. It ought to be a mind-blowing affair, but the real drama will unfold over the next few months, as the world evaluates whether or not company can meet expectations.

 

The bar here is high. The A Team are contemporaneously releasing 3 phones. Do they cannibalize each other? Can they overcome widely reported components shortages? Will consumers really pay 1,000 US for the fully loaded 8? Particularly in China: a) which now generates half of all IPhone sale revenues; and b) where suitable substitutes can be purchased for less than 10% of this price?

We won’t know for several weeks, but on Friday I was speaking to my friend Goodie, who unlike me, actually knows something about this subject. We both agreed that this single set of imponderables alone may go a long way towards determining the path of equity valuations in what remains of 2017. If Apple nails it, investors will swoon and perhaps buy everything in sight. If not, the markets may well ignore any technical rationalizations and issue that the cartel of west coast companies bent on taking over the world – the so-called FANGS (and by extension, the overall market) — a much-needed claw trimming.

I will close by designating the importance of the I-Phone 8 to the overall equity market valuations to be Goodie’s Law. It is intended to work in conjunction, rather than supplant, Gresham’s Law. So my risk advice is as follows: if you wish to monitor the potential impact of psychodramas around the world, keep an eye on the USD; if you want to focus on U.S. equities, watch Apple.

If you follow this course, I see no reason why the two edicts cannot achieve harmonious co-existence.

TIMSHEL