Friday, August 30, 2013

The Investment Wallflower

Nearly every conversation about the investment marketplace focuses on the stock market.  From the media to financial advisors to investors, the bond market has long been an overlooked wallflower at the proverbial investment dance, even though it has experienced exceptional risk-adjusted returns over many years.

However, the bond market is currently the one that deserves attention.  After a decades-long run of falling interest rates (and thus bond prices rising), bond yields recently have risen sharply, negatively impacting those portfolios with significant exposure to what many consider a ‘safe’ investment.

Generally speaking, the bond market works like this:  As demand rises for less risky investments, bond prices go up.  If you are a bond issuer, such as a government or a corporation, heavy demand means you can get away with paying a lower yield.  Borrowing gets cheaper, with a hoped-for side effect of economic stimulation.

After the 2008 financial panic, bond prices rose to a great degree because the U.S. Federal Reserve started buying billions of dollars of government-issued debt.  Without this central bank action, demand surely would fall, and issuers would be forced to pay higher rates, potentially stifling an economic recovery.

In the past several months, uncertainty about when the Fed might taper its purchases caused a broad selloff in bonds.  Yields climbed rapidly, and fixed income investors suffered losses.  Note that nothing actually changed; rather, the bond market reacted in a volatile way to the mere perception of a change.

No one knows exactly when the Fed will decrease its government bond purchases, but fortunately, we don’t have to know to have a good investment outcome.  A successful investment portfolio doesn’t come from market timing – it comes from a low-cost, risk-appropriate mix of stocks and bonds based on time horizon, with disciplined rebalancing to that mix as necessary.

Managing bond risk is no different than managing stock risk, in the sense that emotion-free decision-making is critical.  The bond market wallflower may suddenly want more attention, but that doesn’t mean you have to change how you dance. 

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Best Song Lyrics (Part XIII)

Even though his music career has more or less spanned my lifetime, I've never been a huge Bruce Springsteen fan.  Can't explain it really, because he's always performed good solid rock music with good solid lyrics that mean something.

Strangely, the two albums of his that I listened to the most aren't typical Springsteen albums.  One is Tunnel Of Love, a melancholy set of slower songs set against the time of the real life breakup of his marriage.  It just happened to be great music to rock both me and my baby daughter to sleep.

The other album I've listened to the most is The Rising.  The songs are mostly a reflection of about the 9/11 terror attacks.  The title track is about a firefighter on that day.  I think it would be awesome for him to perform it live when they officially open the new One World Trade Center 1 building:

Can't see nothin' in front of me
Can't see nothin' coming up behind
I make my way through this darkness
I can't feel nothing but this chain that binds me
Lost track of how far I've gone
How far I've gone, how high I've climbed
On my back's a sixty pound stone
On my shoulder a half mile line

Come on up for the rising
Com on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight

Left the house this morning
Bells ringing filled the air
Wearin' the cross of my calling
On wheels of fire I come rollin' down here

Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight

Spirits above and behind me
Faces gone, black eyes burnin' bright
May their precious blood forever bind me
Lord as I stand before your fiery light

I see you Mary in the garden
In the garden of a thousand sighs
There's holy pictures of our children
Dancin' in a sky filled with light
May I feel your arms around me
May I feel your blood mix with mine
A dream of life comes to me
Like a catfish dancin' on the end of the line

Sky of blackness and sorrow (a dream of life)
Sky of love, sky of tears (a dream of life)
Sky of glory and sadness (a dream of life)
Sky of mercy, sky of fear (a dream of life)
Sky of memory and shadow (a dream of life)
Your burnin' wind fills my arms tonight
Sky of longing and emptiness (a dream of life)
Sky of fullness, sky of blessed life (a dream of life)

Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight

Thursday, August 15, 2013

The Accidental Tourist

Over the past two weeks, I've traveled thousands of miles by land and air, in and between some of the largest cities in the country that aren't named New York, Los Angeles, or Chicago.  (Although technically, I was in Chicago during an airport layover.)  Here are some observations made over the course of going from Des Moines to Philadelphia to Houston to San Antonio and back with a bunch of stops in between.

* You can't see very much in suburban Philadelphia from the roadways.  It seems most of them, including expressways, are cut through trees and hills from 200 years ago.  Regardless of how or when, it limits viewing, not to mention makes them seem narrow.  That said, some of them will end up taking you by cool, historic (or at least historic-looking) buildings or villages.

* Philadelphia and Houston are among the largest U.S. cities, roughly equivalent in population, but in classic eastern vs. western city fashion, Philadelphia feels so much more crowded.  Houston is so much more spread out, and unencumbered by a river border.

* People will scoff, but I love driving through the Flint Hills of the Kansas turnpike.  Nothing but bucolic pastures as far as the eye can see, many spotted with grazing cattle.  It's very calming.

* I found people in Houston to be very friendly, much more so than I expected.  Maybe I set the bar too low, assuming people in such a large city would be rude.  Still, most of my interaction with the locals there was pleasant, and that included not being honked at or flipped off when driving - even when I deserved it.

* I've felt for years that, pound for pound, Kansas City and Dallas have more architecturally interesting downtown buildings than any cities to which I've ever been.  This trip once again confirmed this to be true, although I'll add that the size and number of Houston's downtown skyscrapers are impressive, even better than Chicago's.

* I'll agree with anyone who says the interstate drive through Iowa is boring.  However, it's no more boring than the drive on I-35 through Oklahoma.

* San Antonio is genius in the way it has people enter and exit expressways.  It's hard to describe, but you're basically on a frontage road well before you actually need to get on/off.  At least I think it's genius, maybe it's actually stupid.

* On I-35 from Minnesota to the Texas-Oklahoma border, you can't drive 100 miles without going by a casino.  Does anyone but me notice or care about that?