Sunday, November 14, 2010

It doesn't pay to pinch pennies

There's a big difference between being cheap and being value conscious.

Someone asked me this week why I don't have the bare minimum car insurance coverage in Alberta (and hence, spend more than is necessary). The reason? When we moved back to Alberta from BC, we found that we were able to insure both cars with full coverage in combination with our renters' insurance for almost the same total cost as insuring just one car in BC with basic coverage (and a very high deductible).

Thus, in terms of value, given that we were already saving a huge pile of money in relative terms, we opted to pay the minor incremental charge for full coverage.

I was also asked this week why I recently cancelled my cable. That's also very simple: it was a giant waste of money. I found it pointless to pay a monthly sum for a service I hardly used, which is why I now have Netflix (unlimited entertainment-on-demand and $7.99/month; easily one of the best decisions I've ever made, and one of the best services offered in Canada today). Excuse the grammar, but I don't not have cable because I want to save the cost of having it, I don't have cable because I don't use it enough to get my money's worth -- that is, my value out of it. That money is more usefully allocated elsewhere in our budget (like the Hawaiian vacation category).

Something that is odd to me, though, is that a lot of cheap people -- you know, the type who tip servers poorly and pinch pennies on miniscule expenses – tend to be extremely risk adverse.

Let's consider two people who make the same amount of money each year.

Person A (our cheap example) stiffs service staff, avoids parking meters, picks up change from the sidewalk, returns their cans and bottles to the depot, and religiously puts away $20,000 every single year into GICs and low-risk Mutual Funds, yielding 2% (we'll ignore taxes, for simplicity). After ten years, Person A has accumulated $223,374.

Person B tips well, focuses on cost reduction in the major expense categories (where the real damage is done), leaves dropped change on the ground, and gives their cans and bottles to children and the homeless. Person B actively invests in equities and fixed-income securities yielding 7% (easily higher, with effort). To achieve the same amount as Person A at the end of our ten year timeframe, Person B only has to put away $15,110 per year. This is almost 25% less than Person A's $20,000, and, provided the end goals of Persons A and B are the same, Person B's quality of life is about $5,000 a year better than Person A.

Our last trip to Hawaii in September cost less than that, and we stayed at the Mauna Lani Bay in an Ocean Front Room (rack rate $865/night USD). Of course, we only went because we scored a deal for less than $200/night (value conscious :D).

If Person A goes on vacation -- and if they did, they'd probably drive and stay at the Travelodge -- they put themselves even further behind Person B.

My point is, the world has way too many Person As. The tools are out there. Educate yourself, invest wisely, and become a Person B.

For the record, there is a Person C, who invests like Person B, but pinches pennies like Person A.

That person is called a giant asshole.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Arbitrarius Maximus

I've been rather busy traveling the world lately (possibly more on this later) so I haven't had much time to scour the intertubes for the usual randomness and inanity that I try to provide.

However, this week, something caught my eye that I couldn't resist talking about simply due to its (as I would call it) "WTF factor".

I follow the TSA's Twitter feed simply due to the amount I travel (especially in the USA).  Usually it's a heaping pile of monotony about what not to bring to the airport.  However, this week something really caught  my eye.  There has been a lot of controversy lately about what electronic gadgets need to be removed from your back while you're clearing security.  With devices such as the Kindle and iPad rising in popularity, the definition of "what is a computer" is becoming somewhat gray.  The TSA blog team set out to clear this confusion.  They stated that the official TSA policy (see here) is "Electronic items smaller than the standard sized laptop should not need to be removed from your bag or their cases."

To me, this raises the question of "What defines a standard sized laptop?"  Does this apply to netbooks?  What about smaller laptops, such as the new 11" MacBook Air?  Apparently I was not the only one confused.  The TSA blog team again tried to clear things up.  In this post they stated the following: "So with those rules in mind, the 11” model of the MacBook Air is fine to leave in your bag, and the 13” model must be removed prior to X-ray screening."

And that is when my "WTF alarm" was set off.  The TSA has come out and said that two (essentially) identical pieces of electronics which only differ in that one is slightly larger are to be treated completely differently.  How is it that an 11" MacBook Air (measuring 11.8" x 7.56" x 0.56" - 49.956 cubic inches) provides so much less of an opportunity to hide drugs/weapons/explosives/other contraband than a 13" MacBook Air (measuring 12.8" x 8.94" x 0.56" - 64.082 cubic inches)?

It just doesn't make sense to me...

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Retirement Slingshots


A couple of weeks ago I said the TSX would probably make a run for 13,000.  We closed at 12,925 on Friday.  That's a 2.6% increase in the index in the last 2 weeks.

Also on Friday, the CREA adjusted their housing forecast.  It's nice to see some recognition of the actual market, but I guarantee you this is the first of many.

Then, in more exciting news, a useless politician (I guess that adjective is unnecessary, really, as a useful politician would be an oxymoron) named Jim Prentice resigned from his post as Environment Minister for a newly created position at CIBC.  He was kind enough to help out Canadians by shutting down Taseko's Prosperity mine development in BC -- who's stock subsequently fell 29% last week -- and putting his left foot forward towards socialism with the negation of BHP's PotashCorp deal.

How odd that he decides to leave just a few months after qualifying for his gold-plated, government pension.

Yes, that's true.

Meanwhile in the US, Ben Bernanke is pulling the one lever he has available to him, which happens to be the one labelled "debase the currency".

One of my favorite blogs has a good piece on how to position yourself.

On the one hand, I'm glad I'm not an American right now, but on the other hand, I find it hard to see how Canada will avoid being severely harmed by this.  When the exchange rate with the US dollar hits $1.50 CAN to $1.00 US, all I can hope is that we are selling our commodities based on prices in Yuan or ounces of gold. 

Another exciting story that is gaining momentum involves the lawsuits against JP Morgan and HSBC for silver manipulation.  Back in early September I mentioned I was looking for a way to play this opportunity, and I'm still doing that.  I think that silver still has quite a large upside, and is a lot more accessible to the average Joe than gold. 

A couple of amusing facts were posted on Garth Turner's blog today: first, only 9% of Canadians own equities, and only 1% of Canadians have investment assets of over $1 million.  Retirement, for my generation, is going to be one of those crazy things your grandparents were able to do back in the good-old-days.

Looking into the future, I am sure of three things: higher taxes, increasing price inflation in consumer goods (groceries, gas, utilities), and massive deflation in debt-financed assets (real estate). 

Lastly, I pose a question that I have asked many friends and coworkers over the last couple of weeks:

How many wealthy people do you know directly?  I know wealthy is an ambiguous term, but let's define it as an unsubsidized person -- that is, no inheritance or family riches, no lottery winnings, no government pension -- who has accumulated enough liquid net worth to not work for the rest of their lives.

The answers I've received for the most part have been zero.

Let me follow this, then, with another question.  If the number of wealthy people you know is almost nil, than isn't it likely that they do things quite differently than the majority of people, with respect to personal finance? 

Celebrating your once-every-two-months Sunday off from Starbucks by buying a second investment property with a 2% cash back and 35 year amortization mortgage from CIBC, while driving your leased 2010 Cadillac Escalade to Holt Renfrew to put your coworkers' Christmas gifts on your home equity line of credit is probably not going to slingshot you into retirement.


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Monday, November 1, 2010

Self-Immolation and Diarrhea

My apologies once again for being a day late; we didn't get home from Edmonton until after 9pm last night, and I was too tired to come up with anything coherent after unloading the car.

I'm still at a loss for a good subject today, which is probably because I haven't had a good trip to Wal-Mart in a couple of weeks.  We tried out the new Costco northeast of CrossIron Mills last weekend, but it lacks the robust character that Wal-Mart exudes.  I almost feel like I have to dress up to go to Costco, whereas if I show up at Wal-Mart in nylons, a fur coat, and a pirate hat, while carrying a lightsaber, I'm one of the classiest people there.  Yes, Virginia, a good trip to Wal-Mart is like a good bowel movement (I've always wanted to use the phrase "Yes, Virginia" in a sentence).

There's still no real news worth my effort commenting on in the market; several earnings reports last week disappointed me, but no real surprises were had.

On a rageful note, last night's 60 Minutes was astonishing.  They interviewed public sector figures who looked straight into the camera and said they had cut their budgets to the bone -- that there was nothing further they could do to save money without badly disrupting service to the needy.  Oddly enough, they neglected to consider removing even a single penny from the 'payroll' portion of the budget.  When 99% of all government revenue goes to salaries, pensions, and benefits, it's hard to make a dent on the cost side by reducing the material aspects of the services it renders.  Funny how that works.

Unfortunately, 60 Minutes didn't even mention the fact that the average public sector worker makes over twice that of the average private sector worker, which makes me sorry to say that I have lost a considerable degree of respect for their journalism.  This is the first time I can remember that they've truly disappointed me.

Government budgets are actually one of the simplest things on earth. The sole source of revenue is taxation (in one form or another; i.e. royalties, user fees, inflation).  Thus, the entire equation is:

Total Tax Revenue - Cost of Government = ___________

Balancing the budget is a trivial exercise; unfortunately, because they have the ability to run deficits, they have no incentive to keep the outcome of the above equation to a positive value.

In business, if revenue decreases and cost does not decrease proportionally, bankruptcy eventually occurs.  In government, the currency becomes worthless.

Speaking of bowel movements, I am going to dust off a story from the Terry Archives.

About three and a half years ago, I was working in a small mining town called Elkford (pop. ~2,500) in southeastern British Columbia.

The primary entertainment venue in the town (aside from the time they bussed in strippers from Calgary to another location, which is a separate tale for another time) was a bar called "The Lamplighter".  Every Wednesday at this establishment was "Wing Night", and on that night they served 30 cent wings.  Thus, being able to recognize a good deal when I saw one, I religiously consumed 24 wings every Wednesday for 5 or 6 months.  One night in particular, however, I ate 24 hot wings -- normally I would mix a dozen of one flavor with a dozen of another, just to keep things interesting.

The next morning, I got up and went down to catch the bus to the mine, which usually came by my stop at 5:50am.  As it was early in 2007, winter was still in full force, and it was very cold and very snowy.  At 5:49am, as I stood  waiting for the bus, which I could see a few blocks away, I felt the faintest rumble in my abdomen that briefly made me think "I guess I could go back to my apartment and use the bathroom, because I can always drive my own car to the mine, but I'm confident I can make it to work."

The bus ride from my stop to the mine was typically 40 minutes.  About 10 minutes into our journey through the dark wilderness, disaster struck. The angry, disgruntled remains of the wings were battling my willpower to contain them internally like the scene in Aliens where Ripley fights the alien queen in the airlock with the power loader.

I immediately broke into a cold sweat, and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

I began to repeat a mantra in my head over and over again "Terry, crapping your pants on the bus is probably not in your best interest."

As time slowed down around me, I ran through scenarios in my head where I rationalized calmly asking the bus driver to pull over on the mountain road in sub-zero weather so I could run outside and end the suffering immediately.  However, this was not a decision to be taken lightly, lest I be known for the rest of my co-op term as "the guy who stopped the bus to take a dump in the snow at 6:15 in the morning".

So, with the mental discipline of a monk who is able to self-immolate without making a sound, I clenched as tight as they keep the gates at the US Embassy in Iraq, and counted down the remaining 30 minutes, second by second.

When the bus pulled into the parking lot at the mine, I broke into a full-sprint on my way to the washroom, and in full legs-in-the-air-like-Jeff-Daniels-in-Dumb-and-Dumber style, triumphantly relieved myself.

And that, kids, is why I no longer eat two dozen hot wings in one sitting.