We’re back from Toronto! And I’m already missing Tim Horton’s coffee and donuts!

There’s plenty to write about, but you may as well traipse through our photos from the trip: mine and Amy’s.

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We’re back from Toronto! And I’m already missing Tim Horton’s coffee and donuts!

There’s plenty to write about, but you may as well traipse through our photos from the trip: mine and Amy’s.
Last night, early in my dream cycle, I dreamed that the U.S. had introduced the $8 bill back in 2003, but I’d done so much of my shopping online that I didn’t notice the new bill till now.
More irritatingly, in almost every dream I had for the rest of the night, people either goofed on me when I told them about this $8 dollar bill dream, or they too were using $8 bills to pay for things.
I think the presence of $2 coins here in Canada is messing with my head.
Since you put up with that, here’s another picture from Toronto.

Ahoy, ahoy, dear readers! Sorry for the lack of updates, but Amy & I have been meandering around town, taking pictures, having fancy-pants dinners, and meeting up with friends and family, so there’s been no time to write anything. But it’s Labor Day weekend, so I doubt there are a lot of people who are compulsively checking out this site to find out about my vacation. If you are one of those people, shame on you! Go out and have a nice holiday!
Meanwhile, here’s an unrepresentative photo from our trip. Well, it’s representative of how lovely the skies have been, but we haven’t spent much time by the lake.

We still have all of Saturday and much of Sunday here (visiting my cousins today, and a college friend and her family are coming over from Buffalo to see us tomorrow), and I already have more than a hundred pix waiting to get cleaned up and posted on Flickr, so if you check back next week, I bet you’ll find a whole lot of images.
Here are some not-necessarily-Labor Day-themed links, dear readers! Enjoy!
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Summer’s labor is over, dear readers! Now it’s vacation-time!
Amy & I are heading up to Toronto for a few days to visit friends and family, do some fine dining, and see the sights! We promise to take plenty of pix.
Unfortunately, I can’t convince her that we should follow Michael Cook’s footsteps and make a side-trip through the city’s drainage infrastructure.
Have a great holiday!
(Sorry I haven’t written much lately, dear readers. I’ve been awfully busy at work, and pretty burned-out by the time I’m home. But I’ll wrap up most of it today, and then Amy & I are off on a mini-vacation. More later! Meanwhile, here’s this issue’s From the Editor column.)
Idiots’ Alchemy
Making money out of nothing at all
In keeping with last issue’s Hollywood-themed editorial, I’ve decided to write a sequel! This month, we move from blockbusters to bombs. In Hudson Hawk, my favorite terrible movie, the archvillains plot to demolish the world banking system by flooding it with alchemically produced gold. At least, I think that’s the plot. It’s tough to follow, what with the implausible action sequences, candy-bar code-named CIA operatives (with David Caruso as Kit Kat!), a nun-as-love-interest, and musical numbers featuring Danny Aiello and Bruce Willis.
The action revolves around Darwin and Minerva Mayflower — campily played by Richard E. Grant and Sandra Bernhard — and their reconstruction of a lead-to-gold machine designed by Leonardo Da Vinci. Says Minerva, “After a couple of years of steady production, we’ll flood the market with so much gold that gold itself — the foundation of all finance — will lose its meaning.”
Of course, Nixon ended the gold standard 20 years before Hudson Hawk came out, rendering the Mayflowers’ plot moot. And yet it’s also eerily prescient. After all, gold qua gold doesn’t mean so much anymore, not as a “foundation of all finance.” Now it’s just another commodity in which to invest.
What we’re left with is money itself. Funnily enough, while we’re free of gold, we haven’t gotten over alchemy. Instead of la machina oro, we have “quant funds,” those hedge funds that employ statistical models so sophisticated that they can “find winning trade strategies,” as the Wall Street Journal puts it. From equations to money, like magic!
Turns out one of these winning trade strategies was investing in financial instruments that were based heavily on subprime mortgages (that is, the practice of giving large loans to people who have poor credit). Some of these sophisticated investing models managed to underestimate the risk of — repeat after me — giving large loans to people who have poor credit.
Finding themselves pummeled by margin calls and investor redemption requests (that is, investors trying to get their money out of these fabulous funds before it all disappeared), some funds required massive bailouts from their parent institutions. Outspoken financial personality Jim Cramer made the YouTube rounds by ranting about how the government needs to step in with an interest reduction, ostensibly to save the homes of subprime mortgage holders, but also to save the jobs of hedge fund managers.
Evaluating risk — the true foundation of finance — lost its meaning. For a while.
So how does this tie into pharma? Well, first there’s the direct impact of this credit shakeup on private equity firms. Many of these groups employ leveraging techniques to (partially) fund acquisitions of public companies. We’ve seen several contract manufacturers acquired by PE firms this year, but with money less easy to borrow, will further acquisitions be back-burnered?
But the other pharma tie-in is potentially more damaging, and that’s the bizarre talk about a new round of mega-mergers in the drug industry. First we heard rumors of Novartis’ interest in buying Bayer, and then an analyst floated the idea that Pfizer should acquire Wyeth.
Regarding the former, you can learn more with Derek Lowe’s In the Pipeline excerpt on page 40. As far as the latter? Well, I think the argument for a Pfizer/Wyeth hookup is far more flawed than that which guided Pfizer’s Warner-Lambert and Pharmacia buys earlier this decade. In those instances, Pfizer could point to its co-marketing agreements for major drugs and show how 100% control of those products would lead to greater sales. You may recall that I disagreed with those moves, not that I take any joy in how that turned out.
Now? Pfizer’s key motivation (says our analyst) is the acquisition of Wyeth’s biologics program, which she compares to AstraZeneca’s MedImmune acquisition. Which cost more than a dozen times MedImmune’s earnings. In cash.
But I’m starting to think that the point of these rumors — and there’ll be more this year — isn’t to push for those particular mergers. Rather, it’s to incite any sort of big merger activity, because the banks that took a bath this summer need to boost their financing and underwriting businesses this fall.
Let’s hope the new CFOs are smart enough to keep the industry’s recent merger history in mind. Otherwise, we could be looking more upheaval. Or, as Darwin Mayflower put it in Hudson Hawk, “History, tradition, culture: these are not concepts! These are trophies I keep in my den as paperweights! The chaos we cause the world with this machine will be our final masterpiece! Go, team, go!”
I leave the food-blogging to my wife. I’m a guy so I have a new favorite kitchen-oriented site: Will it blend?
Here’s a story about an escaped orangutan at the Atlanta Zoo. There are several odd aspects to this one. Which one do you think is the strangest:
a) That thee orangutan just wandered around about a 100 feet from his cage for half an hour, before being tranked and taken back to his pen,
b) that zoo officials think may have used “some sort of equipment” to get past the moats,
c) that they declared a “code brown” situation?
Yuck.
When a theme crops up for the third time on this blog, it’s time for me to create a new category for it. In that spirit, I now offer up “Adventures in Wheaties,” which is a perfect compliment to my “Adventures in Gin” category. I’ll use this category to chronicle my love/hate relationship with America’s favorite breakfast cereal.
So what could possibly have driven me to write about Wheaties yet again? After all, I’ve already discussed my A-Rod boycott and my aversion to buying a WNBA-branded box of the stuff. Now I’m convinced that the boys at General Mills are just messing with me.
After all, how do you follow up this box:

with this one?

With all due respect to Tony Gwynn, a class act and a legendary ballplayer, I don’t think Wheaties is doing itself any favors when it displays one of the guys whom people cite when they make their “baseball players aren’t athletes like football and basketball players” argument. I understand the Hall of Fame reasoning in putting him on the box, and it’s not like they’re putting Sidney Ponson on, too, but it’s still not exactly hyping a fit lifestyle.
In the writeup about him on the back of the box, we find that Gwynn
was truly a thinking man’s ballplayer, a perfect blend of art and science. Known best for his artistry with a bat, he also pioneered the extensive use of videotape analysis studying his own game relentlessly, never resting on his success. His work ethic was legendary as he spent countless hours refining his stroke in the batting cage and at the hitting tee.
The writeup goes on to mention that a Wheaties breakfast “can help jumpstart metabolism.” Note that this doesn’t say, “will help jumpstart metabolism,” considering it’s juxtaposed with another picture that doesn’t even employ the slimming effects of a pinstripe uniform.
If I was Hunter Kemper, I’d give up and start eating Krispy Kremes.
Great article in the NYTimes today about Pakistan’s supreme court ruling on Nawaz Sharif’s right to return to the country and campaign for high office. Now I’m not praising the article because it shows how the weakening of Musharraf’s support has led to an independent-minded judiciary. Nor am I praising it because of its deft depiction of the intricacies of power relations among Musharraf, Sharif and Benazir Bhutto.
No, I’m praising it because it included one very specific detail:
On Thursday, Mr. Chaudhry, leading a bench of seven judges, declared to a packed courtroom that the Sharifs had an “inalienable right to enter and remain in country, as citizens of Pakistan.”
Mr. Sharif’s supporters hugged each other and poured out of the white marble building onto the main avenue, where they slaughtered four goats in celebration. As blood spilled on the asphalt, Mr. Sharif’s backers shouted: “Farewell, farewell, Musharraf, farewell.”