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This information comes from what I’ve learned from my doctor’s office, the local medical community, Riverbend Urgent Care, the CDC website, and my own personal experience.

If you have a sore throat, body aches, chills, fatigue (overwhelming urge to sleep) and feel woozy — and these symptoms came on suddenly –  you probably have the flu. There is only one flu going around right now, and that’s the H1N1 flu.  According to their website, CDC says that 99% of all flu cases in the USA at this time are the novel H1N1, aka “swine” flu. According to Riverbend Urgent Care, all flu cases in our local area are H1N1.

With H1N1, you don’t necessarily have a fever, and/or your temperature may be sub normal. Yahoo reports that 37% of reported H1N1 cases do not present with fever. My temperature with this virus has been 95.5-96.2 F.

Don’t expect to be able to take a test from your doctor to find out if you have it. Locally, the only way you can be tested for H1N1 specifically is if you are admitted to the hospital. At Urgent Care they told me the test costs $700 and insurance doesn’t pay for it. I suspect that insurance will pay for it if you’re hospitalized, though. There is another test, called a “rapid flu” test. My doctor isn’t doing those anymore, but they are doing them at Urgent Care. They take a swab from the nasal passage or throat, like for a strep test. If it comes back positive, you have the flu, but it doesn’t specify what flu. So, if you have a positive rapid flu test now, they say it’s definitely H1N1, because that’s the only flu going around at this time.

Then they’ll tell you, it doesn’t matter, because they will treat you the same way whether you have H1N1 or seasonal flu. And what treatment is that?

1. Go to bed, get plenty rest and lots of liquids and good nutrition.
2. Stay home! Do not go to school, work, church or the grocery store!

Especially with H1N1, and also for seasonal flu, stay home for 24 hours past when your fever goes away without fever-reducing medication. If you don’t have fever, stay home until you have felt well for 24 hours.

If you are sick stay home. If your kids are sick, keep them at home. Stay home from work and care for them until they are completely over it.

A friend who lives in Germany told me that she’s not worried at all about getting this virus. In Germany, if you get the flu you just go to the doctor, and they will give you Tamuflu, which will reduce the symptoms and duration of the flu, and keep you from being contagious. At Urgent Care they told me that in the US you can only get Tamuflu if you’re hospitalized or have a life-threatening case of the flu.

Because our government won’t order us into quarantine, or even begin to encourage any behavior that might slow down the economy, it’s up to us to take on the responsibility of doing everything we can to keep each other healthy. That means if we are sick, we need to quarantine ourselves.

If you are ill and you must go out, wear a mask. If your kids are sick, quarantine them.

If you are a teacher or an employer, be flexible in your expectations of your students and your employees. Health is more important than grades, more important than sales, more important than the economy! This flu season is temporary, and we can all get back to life as normal once it passes. For now, slow down and keep the proper perspective.

Be well and help others stay well!

Thinking About Opal

Here’s a link to a beautiful website about Opal Whitely:

http://www.efn.org/~caruso/fairyland/

If you click on the right links, it will take you to her diary, which she wrote when she was seven. I absolutely love it.  Opal became famous as a naturalist in her 20’s and then fell into “mental illness” and her diaries were questioned as to their authenticity. She wrote a book called “The Fairyland Around Us” which is very rare now.

When my daughter was little I found a copy in the children’s book section of a used book store here in Eugene. I thought it was going to be about fairies, and when I leafed through it I saw that it wasn’t; it was about nature. It had a price of $5.95 and I decided it was too expensive, so I put it back on the shelf! I was looking for cheap kid’s books for Heather at the time.

Later I found out who Opal Whitely was, read her diary, and realized that it was her book I had held in my hand! I think she was born around the same time as my grandfather (1901), so the descriptions of her growing up in the woods around Cottage Grove remind me in some ways of Grandpa’s youth in the logging camps of Washington State.

Opal died in a mental hospital in England, and one of my book group members got to meet her. Her mother had done extensive history and biographical work about her, and had corresponded with her. So Elizabeth traveled with her mother to England and was able to meet with Opal before she died.

Blogrolls

What happened to my Blogrolls? My favorite links were listed here and now they’re gone. I don’t understand.

Music on the Cusp

Music on the Cusp From Folk to Acid Rock in Portland Coffeehouses, 1967–1970

by Valerie Brown c. 2007

“The people with whom you share the suffering of sudden growth are linked in magical ways, and these can be the people who really know you best.” — Jon Adams

This article is about what I was doing and the places I was going when I was in high school.. and it captures so many memories for me. Those were creative times, when some of us forewent the idea of making money in favor of living for the joy of creating and exploring ideas. This article is about the music culture of those times in Portland, but there were also artists and writers and political satirists who hung out with our group of friends, some of whom went to other high schools (I went to Beaverton and Aloha High) — Lincoln and Wilson and Tigard.

I didn’t play music, but the original music and the collaborative sessions between the musicians I knew, inspired my writing, photography and art ideas. I preferred the smaller coffee house venues, and the folk-like music over the big crowds at the Pythian or Crystal Ballrooms. I was so disappointed at the demise of the collaborative participatory art and music culture when (as this article so aptly describes) the baby boom generation moved to the bars for dancing and disco.

I was a little too young for the beatnik scene, but I do remember going to one of those cafes when I was maybe 10 or 11 with my parents. It may have been Cafe Espresso. There were candles stuck in wine bottles with wax dripping over them, and as I remember there were table coverings that you could draw or write poetry on, and they served spaghetti. I never could find the spot again, but I’m pretty sure it was near the Portland State campus.

The remnants remained in the form of these countercuture coffee houses where I liked to hang out as a teenager. I find it interesting that it was the churches who created and nourished the scene (no profit motive.. I’m sure profits would have been impossible) and the government sponsored one of the biggest rock festivals I ever went to, for a surprising reason! I think of those days as similar to the pre-war Paris years when the American expatriates gathered for freedom and creativity. Perhaps the Portland artists never gained the fame of the Hemingway crowd, but I believe the creative soup was similar.

Some of the things I remember, which were left out of the article:

1. Bob Koski’s name under the photo of Notary Sojac. Steve is on the far right and Bob is next to Tom McMeekan between Tom and Steve. Bob died in 2006. I went to his celebration of life in October 2006, where the other members of Notary Sojac also came, as well as some of the other people mentioned in this article, including Rick Gooch.

2. What was the name of the owner of Alice’s Restaurant, and is he mentioned in the article? I remember him well; he was really OLD (maybe 30?) and his birthday was the same day as mine, March 17th. He was very protective of us teenage girls. One time he even drove Becky and me home after the cafe closed. We had concocted stories for our parents and planned to stay out all night.. maybe he just didn’t want to get into trouble for harboring underage girls, but he always made sure we stayed out of trouble! We were pretty naive and he kept the guys who had seedier intentions away from us.

3. The name of the group Sleezy Pieces came from the movie title “Five Easy Pieces” and originally they were called 5 Sleezy Pieces.

4. My favorite band who played most weekends at Alice’s Restaurant, Sterling Stem and the Bumcounts. I think there were usually just three members: Doug Downer, Rich Englund, and Greg Nordling. I think sometimes Earl Benson sat in with them, and sometimes there may have been various drummers who I didn’t know.

5. The few times I went to Lair Hill Park nothing was happening there.

6. The Goose Hollow neighborhood, and Big Pink, the Victorian home where Sand lived, is omitted from this article. I think that neighborhood is one that was sacrificed when the new freeway exchanges were built, leading out of Canyon Drive into Portland.

The time was brief, only 3 years or so, and I’m glad I was there. And I’m really glad this author documented this bit of Portland history.

Waking Life

Most candidates have a pathological need to become president, driving them onward to acheive the goal. But Barack Obama did not have that pathological need. The only thing that kept him going onward was the thought of what he could achieve if he were elected.

I heard that on Sunday night on “60 Minutes” in a fascinating interview with Barack Obama’s campaign staff.

From the first time I really listened to what Obama was saying, I supported him, I think because I could see aspects of myself in him. I believe that he sees the world the way I do, which may sound strange, since by all appearances I am very different from him. I feel kind of silly saying this, because he is obviously such a great man.. and I don’t have that kind of greatness. But the way he looks at things from every point of view, his faith in the ability of people to rise above their circumstances, his understanding that everyone must give and sacrifice for the greater good, and that you can’t have everything you want, and that’s okay. Sharing the gifts are what we need to do; there is enough to go around! His faith in the people to make the right decision, and his refusal to pit one group against another.. And of course his world-vision, his way of looking at the big picture, and of valuing every individual in it, and his approach to conflict through true communication. I am very big on that.

Anyway, I believe that most Americans can see something of themselves in Barack Obama, and that’s why we elected him. Whether we are black or white, young or old, or in the middle.. the pundits are very mistaken in narrowing the issues. We are deeper than that. We are intelligent and passionate and reflective. And we are grateful to have such a man lead and represent us. Now I can hold my head up with pride, because the rest of the world can see that my president represents me — who I truly am, and what I think.

Barack Obama’s background is not dissimilar from many of my students. They come from single-parent homes, they live with their grandparents, they come from very diverse backgrounds. I love working there, I thrive on the diversity and I have always held high hopes for these students, that education will change their lives.

On November 5th there was a glow that surrounded the entire school. My administrator greeted me with a hug. And I wish Barack Obama could have seen our students! They were skipping down the hallway chanting “O-bama! O-bama!” like in the Obama song. They wrote OBAMA in big letters on their papers. They were focused and working and learning. Honestly, it felt to me that they felt hope alive inside them. I had a sense that it kindled the fire of possibility for them in their own lives.

I wish Barack Obama could have been there to see it.

This is what I felt last week. And it cheers me and gives me hope. It renews my faith in our system, in America.

As we face the exceedingly tough times ahead, we have the right leader, and the role model we need to shape the attitudes and direction of this country. Someone on the radio said, “He will cure the cancer.”

As for me, I feel the nightmare of the last eight years has ended. It was hard to believe that nightmare. Now I must pinch myself to be sure I am not dreaming.

Two Trees

Last summer I was browsing the old books at St.Vincent de Paul and I saw a 1943 copy of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. I’d heard of it and I thought I remembered there was a movie by that name. And I thought of our friend Norman who grew up in New York and I thought he might know the book. But my arm was already heavy with the other 4 or 5 books I was trying to resist buying, so I put that one back on the shelf.

The next week I met with book group for our annual planning of the coming year’s reads. Linda (whose opinion I value) listed A Tree Grows in Brooklyn as one of her recommendations. Ultimately it was not one we chose, but I regretted not buying it after hearing that she liked it.

Then, recently, I looked at Joy’s list of favorite books on MySpace or Facebook, I can’t remember which, and she had listed A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. Dang!! Why didn’t I buy that book??? I just knew I’d never have another chance.. like the time I passed up Opal Whitely’s 1920’s edition of The Fairyland Around Us at Smith Family Bookstore back in 1989 or so, before I knew who Opal Whitely was. That one, I’ll never see again; it’s a very rare book. On that day, I could have owned it for $5.95.

So today, I went into that same St. Vincent de Paul looking for a silver aluminum xmas tree. I want a small one to put on a table in the family room. I want to put shiny blue balls on it. Our living room is Victorian old-fashioned at Christmas, and I want to put weird vintage stuff in the family room.

No silver trees (the vintage look is in high demand and those trees are scarce or very expensive) but on impulse I walked over to the shelf where I had seen A Tree Grows in Brooklyn last summer. There it was! In exactly the same place! I bought it of course. Now I can find out what Linda and Joy found so interesting there.

What luck!

Tree OneTree Two

The Numbers are Humongous

This is pretty thick, but worth reading and pondering. We found it on Daily Kos, and this essay appeared on at least two other websites on September 21st.

Almost no one is mentioning “credit default swaps.” Looks like this is the heart of the problem. The numbers are humongous. It should make everyone suspicious of the bailout proposition, especially the way they are trying to rush it through.

Three Times is Enemy Action

by Devilstower

Sun Sep 21, 2008 at 06:03:41 AM PDT

“Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is Enemy Action.”
Auric Goldfinger

James Bond’s wealthy nemesis may have had an obsession with gold, but he judged, quite correctly, that if people keep putting your plans awry, that was likely their intent.

In 1982, the same year John McCain entered the Senate, a bill was put forward that would substantially deregulate the Savings and Loan industry. The Garn-St. Germain Depository Institutions Act was an initiative of the Reagan administration, and was largely authored by lobbyists for the S&L industry — including John McCain’s warm-up speaker at the convention, Fred Thompson. The official description of the bill was “An act to revitalize the housing industry by strengthening the financial stability of home mortgage lending institutions and ensuring the availability of home mortgage loans.” Considering where things stand in 2008, that may sound dubious. It should.

Seven years later, the S&L industry was collapsing. What was the cause? Garn-St. Germain handed the S&Ls a greatly expanded range of capabilities, allowing them to go head to head with full service banks, but it didn’t give them the bank’s regulations. Left to operate in an anarchistic gray area, S&Ls chased profits, indulged in amazing extravagances, and cranked out enough cheap mortgages to fuel a real estate boom. They also experimented with lots of complex, creative — and risky — investments, even though they didn’t have the economic models to really determine the worth of the things they were buying. The result was a mountain of bad debts and worthless “assets.”  Does any of that sound eerily (or nauseatingly) familiar?

It wasn’t a foregone conclusion. In 1985, three years after the deregulation of the S&Ls, the chairman of the Federal Home Loan Bank Board saw that the situation was already looking shaky, with the potential to become much worse. He instituted a rule to limit the amounts and types of investments S&Ls could carry on their books in an effort to head off disaster. However, many savings and loans — among them Lincoln Savings & Loan Association of Irvine , CA, which was headed by a fellow named Charles Keating — promptly ignored these rules.

Now enters a familiar cast of characters. First to pop up was the universally beloved Fed-chief-to-be, Alan Greenspan. Greenspan argued against the loan board’s new rules, and persuaded Reagan to appoint one of Keating’s pals to the board to blunt the requirements. A quintet of senators, among them John McCain, began having meetings with both the management at Lincoln and the regulators at the loan board. ] Alan Greenspan also helped out with a letter to the regulators, asking that Lincoln be exempt from the new rules. With their help of Greenspan and their pet senators, Lincoln was able to stay in business an additional two years, at the end of which they failed — taking the life savings of 21,000, mostly elderly, investors with them.

How involved was John McCain? McCain and Keating had known each other since 1981 and had become fast friends. Of all the “Keating Five,” it was McCain who moved into the life of the Lincoln S&L chief. The two men vacationed together multiple times, with the whole McCain clan (babysitter included) heading out for Keating’s private Caribbean property on Keating’s private jet. McCain didn’t think to actually report these trips, or pay for them, until the investigators were breathing down his neck. And McCain took his payment in the form of more than just vacations. Keating and other members of Lincoln ’s parent company padded McCain’s pockets with $112,000 in campaign contributions.

In John McCain’s biography, he called his meetings with Keating and regulators “the worst mistake of my life,” though from the text you’d think this was a spur of the moment decision, not something that McCain did repeatedly over a space of years. Still, you might think that a “worst mistake” would stay fresh in his memory.

It certainly didn’t fade quickly for the country. Following the S&L crisis, the Resolution Trust Company was formed to swallow up the debt of Lincoln and 746 other S&Ls gone wild, and taxpayers were left with the $125 billion bill. The resulting budget deficit forced cutbacks in other programs. The artificial real estate boom collapsed and housing starts fell to their lowest levels in decades. Finally, the whole nation settled in for a period nasty enough that three years later someone could still campaign around the idea “It’s the economy, stupid.”

Even so, by 1999 Phil Gramm — who had entered the Senate two years after McCain and quickly become the economic guru of the Keating Five maverick — put forward the Gramm-Leach-Bliley Act. This Act passed out of the Senate on a party line vote with 100% Republican support, including that of John McCain. (To be fair, the bill eventually passed again with a wide margin following revisions in the House.)

This act repealed part of the Glass-Steagall Act. This may sound like a bunch of Congressperson soup, but the gist of it is that Glass-Steagall was put in place in 1933 to control the rampant speculation that had helped cause the collapse of banking at the outset of the depression, and to prevent such consolidation of the banks that the nation had all its eggs in one fiscal basket.

Gramm-Leach-Bliley reversed those rules, allowing not only more bank mergers, but for banks to become directly involved in the stock market, bonds, and insurance. Remember the bit about how S&Ls failed because they didn’t have the regulations that protected banks? After Gramm-Leach-Bliley, banks didn’t have that protection either.

Gramm wasn’t done. The next year he was back with the Commodity Futures Modernization Act, which was slipped into a “must pass” spending bill on the last day of the 106th Congress. This Act greatly expanded the scope of futures trading, created new vehicles for speculation, and sheltered several investments from regulation.

As with both Gramm-Leach-Bliley and Garn-St. Germain, large parts of this bill were written by industry lobbyists. This famously included the “Enron Loophole” that exempted energy trading from regulation and was written by (big suprise) Enron Lobbyists working with Gramm. Not coincidentally, Senator Gramm, the second largest recipient of campaign contributions from Enron, was also key to legislating the deregulation of California ’s energy commodity trading.

Thanks to this fortunate trifecta of Gramm-crafted legislation, Enron was able to create “EnronOnline” and trade electricity in California with absolutely no oversight or transparency.

They quickly worked out how to game the system. Previously, there had been only one Stage 3 rolling blackout in the history of California . Within months, the system had been manipulated by traders to generate 38 such blackouts and wholesale electrical prices had gone up more than 3000%. Despite production capacity equal to four times the demand during winter, energy traders even engineered a blackout in mid-January.

During the confusion of these deliberate “shortages” and “price spikes,” the California administration of Gray Davis — blind to speculator manipulations because of the walls erected by Gramm’s legislation — was forced to sign energy contracts at enormous rates. There was little choice, because most of California ’s public utilities were on the brink of bankruptcy from the rising wholesale prices.

In a single year, Gramm’s legislation allowed speculators to bring the state to its knees. Enron alone looted California of $11 billion. The manipulations of the energy market were also a major factor in Davis getting the hook, helped usher the governator into power, and they still have repercussions in California ’s budget battles today. By the end of that year, the depth of Enron’s deception could no longer be hidden, and the whole company came crashing down in the largest bankruptcy in history — at the time. This brought more billions lost in mutual funds and pension funds across the country, and played a major role in the economic downturn of 2001.

But that was only the second act. The combination of Gramm-Leach-Bliley and the Commodity Futures Modernization Act was a toxic cocktail whose total damage was greater than the sum of its parts.

The first Act promoted bank buyouts and mergers that reached such an insane pitch that the average consumer could only keep up by tracking the changing names on their checks and credit cards. Mercantile buys Ameribanc and Mark Twain. Firstar buys Federated and First Colonial. US Bancorp buys Mercantile and Firstar. And, because it allowed brokerages and insurance companies to mingle with banks, the Act cemented a trend that was already (and illegally) underway in which all those terms had become rather quaint. Is Wachovia a savings bank, an investment bank, a brokerage, or an insurance provider? The answer is “yes.”

In allowing financial institutions to grow to Godzilla-sized proportions, Gramm-Leach-Bliley helped ensure that we would have financial entities that were “too big to fail.” Rather than choosing to enforce rules that kept these institutions apart, the deregulators chose to create monster bankeragasurances whose downfall (and existence) was enough to threaten the whole system.

But if Gramm-Leach-Bliley removed the limits on size and scope, these new institutions still needed fuel. With many financial transactions operating on razor thin margins, and increasing automation sapping the profits from trading of all sorts, they needed a new way to generate the funds required to swallow their brethren in the merged fiscal corporation pond.  For that, the Commodity Futures Modernization Act was a godsend.

Among those instruments which the CFMA sheltered from regulatory scrutiny was something called the “credit default swap.” A kind of insurance one bank could exchange with another, credit default swaps supposedly made it safe for banks to take on ever riskier forms of debt. The Act didn’t invent these swaps, though they were relatively new. Instead, by placing them in a state where they were not only unregulated but almost perfectly opaque, credit default swaps were turned into the perfect vehicle to fuel a Wall Street revolution. No one had any idea what these things were actually worth, they were traded “over the counter” without being administered by any exchange, and even the SEC could monitor their existence only indirectly.

Who would cheer for a new kind of financial instrument that was difficult to understand, invisible to regulators, and impossible for even the whizziest of Wall Street whiz kids to value? Guess.

More recently, instruments that are more complex and less transparent–such as credit default swaps, collateralized debt obligations, and credit-linked notes–have been developed and their use has grown very rapidly in recent years. The result? Improved credit-risk management together with more and better risk-management tools appear to have significantly reduced loan concentrations in telecommunications and, indeed, other areas and the associated stress on banks and other financial institutions.
–Alan Greenspan, 2002

Get that? Greenspan loved credit default swaps. He opined again and again that such instruments would be the salvation of the industry by spreading around risks. To the mighty Greenspan, both their complexity and their lack of transparency were good things, since swaps would only be handled by the big boys who knew how to play with fire.

When questioned about his support of Gramm’s legislation, John McCain called his friend (and by then, campaign co-chair) Gramm “one of the smartest people in the world on the economy” and pointed out that Greenspan also favored the acts Gramm and his coalition of lobbyists had authored. If both Gramm and Greenspan were on his side, McCain couldn’t possibly be in the wrong.

Except, of course, that he could.

From the beginning, there were plenty of people in the financial community whose opinion of these unregulated credit swaps was not as rosy as that of Gramm, Greenspan, and McCain. Chief among those speaking in opposition was SEC Chairman, Arthur Levitt. Levitt argued that what the industry needed was more transparency, especially when it came to complex instruments like default swaps, and he testified to this before Gramm’s Senate Banking Committee,.

“In my judgment, the risk of this regulatory approach is simply unacceptable for America ’s investors.”
–Arthur Levitt, 1999

Gramm paid no attention.

Credit default swaps did allow the banks to share risks. So much so, that banks raced each other in an effort to find more risks. They made it possible for the down payment on homes to become 3%, 1%, 0%. Skip the credit check, avoid the employment requirements, damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead! We’ve got a credit default swap, we can do anything!

The encouragement and “safety” that credit default swaps provided made the sub-prime mortgage market possible. Just as with the deregulation of S&Ls in the 1980s, the market was suddenly flooded with easy credit. The result was a real estate boom, soaring home prices, and a plague of “Flip that House!” shows on cable.

As the banks piled up crappy mortgages, they heaped on ever more of the credit default swaps — and they still had no idea how to value the things. Worse, they began to trade the swaps themselves as if they were an investment, treating them like something worth holding instead of a big bundle of cartoon bombs whose fuses were already lit. Since very few loans were falling into default at the time, owning a default swap seemed like a way to collect fees without ever paying out. Banks wanted more, and more, and more.

A secondary market for trading swaps exploded into existence, and swaps were traded with absolutely no consideration for the nature or quality of the underlying investment. Swaps changed hands a dozen or more times, growing in “value” as they went. Worse still, no one regulated who could buy a swap, so it was (and is) perfectly possible for a company to acquire swaps that theoretically cover billions of dollars in loans, even if that company doesn’t have a red cent on hand to cover those swaps should the loans default.

· How big did this market become? Here’s business correspondent Bob Moon and host Kai Ryssdal on American Public Media’s Marketplace from back in the spring.

· BOB MOON: OK, I’m about to unload some numbers on you here, so I’ll speak slowly so you can follow this.

· The value of the entire U.S. Treasuries market: $4.5 trillion.

· The value of the entire mortgage market: $7 trillion.

· The size of the U.S. stock market: $22 trillion.

· OK, you ready?

· The size of the credit default swap market last year: $45 trillion.

· KAI RYSSDAL: That’s a lot of money, Bob.

· As in three times the whole US gross domestic product, Bob. And the truth is that Moon probably underestimated. The unregulated and poorly reported credit default swaps may have actually passed $70 trillion last year, or about $5 trillion more than the GDP of the entire world.

· So, are you starting to get an idea of just how big a genie Phil Gramm and his pals unleashed?

With some regularity over the last eight years, fiscal whistle blowers have tried to raise their hands and register a protest. Um, sirs? Is it altogether a good idea to run up debts exceeding all the assets it’s even possible to hold? But so long as no one actually had to pay off on the swaps, the party went on.  Even usually conservative (in the fiscal sense) companies like AIG started to worry that they were being left behind and leapt headlong into the swap pool.

Shortly after Greenspan’s departure in 2006, the Federal Reserve took the unusual step of issued a joint statement along with the SEC to warn about the risks associated with credit default swaps. But by that point, the damage was already severe. If swaps lost their value, most of those who had played the game would find their giant firms abruptly valued in pocket change. The only solution was to cover the problem with still more swaps and keep moving.

Then a funny thing happened. After years in which banks had handed out loans willy-nilly, guarded by the indestructible swap, people and companies started to really default on those loans. Credit slowed, home prices fell, and the whole snake started to eat itself tail first.

Suddenly, credit default swaps were not sources of limitless cash. It turns out that an insurance policy — even a secret, unregulated policy — is occasionally expected to pay. Speculators started to look at the paper they were holding and for the first time realized it could all be worthless. Worse, it could (and did) represent a massive debt; one that no one had the funds to cover.

When Bear Stearns fell apart last March, it was only suspected that a big part of the effort in saving the giant investment bank was keeping their holdings in credit default swaps from unraveling and spreading to other institutions. Naturally, part of solving this problem involved creating a new credit default swap to cover Bear Stearn’s potential debt. But the all-purpose swap was starting to lose its power. Shortly after Bear Stearns went belly up, AIG reported the largest quarterly loss in the company’s history, taking a $11 billion hit on revaluing its holdings of swaps. The party was definitely coming to a close.

When AIG finally collapsed this week, there was no doubt about the primary cause of its failure. The previously well grounded company had “gotten itself involved with something called credit default swaps.” Point of irony alert: Arthur Levitt now serves on the AIG board… or at least he did until the government had to take over most of AIG to salvage the company from the very idiocy Levitt had warned of in 1999.

This week, the Bush administration announced the beginnings of a plan to salvage what remains of the financial markets. At first glance, it appears that the plan will consist mainly of creating a kind of “garbage pit,” a fund or group of funds — cousins of the Resolution Trust that was created during the S&L crisis — into which those people who have dabbled in bad debts can toss their problems. Only this time the cost to the taxpayers is at least $700 billion… and a big bite out of representative democracy.

The expansion of unregulated Savings and Loans in the 1980s brought on the collapse of that industry, a crippling of the economy, and left taxpayers holding the bag. Maybe that was only happenstance. Those pushing for the Garn-St. Germain Depository Institutions Act may not have known what they were doing.

The deregulation of the California electricity market, along with the protections provided to Enron through Phil Gramm’s lobbyist-written legislation brought blackouts, fiscal and political chaos, and left taxpayers holding the bag. But the people who engineered that event — people like Gramm and Greenspan — had already seen what happened with the S&Ls. They should have known better. Still, perhaps that was only coincidence.

The sub-prime mortgage crisis that has not only come so close to utterly destroying the markets, but has ruined the value of many people’s homes and left millions with mortgages they can’t pay, was also the outcome of the deregulation created by these men. The very predictable outcome.  When taxpayers are left holding the bag for $1 trillion this time around, it’s hard to believe it’s any sort of accident.

This is enemy action. This is a bullet deliberately fired into the economy by men willing to exercise their ideology regardless of the cost to taxpayers. Men who have every expectation that they can plunder the system again and again, while the public picks up the tab. John McCain may not have had his finger directly on the trigger, but he was there. He assisted. These were his personal friends and philosophical comrades. He may not be the high priest, but he has been a loyal acolyte in the cult of deregulation.

It may come as a surprise to the champions of deregulation, but nobody likes regulation. The restrictions that were placed on banks, S&Ls, and other institutions in the 1930s weren’t put there because someone thought it would be fun. They were put in place because they addressed problems that had just been clearly and painfully revealed. They were put in place because they were necessary.

It’s bad enough if John McCain didn’t know that. It’s far worse if he did.

We Should Have Listened

Forty years ago we should have listened. Things would be different today.

The Results Are In

It all started at the San Luis Obispo County Fair in 1980 when I won a couple of ribbons for my photography.  That started a family joke because it sounds so funny. “She is an award-winning photographer.” Ha!

It’s not so easy to win a ribbon for photography in Lane County, though. About ten years ago I submitted a photo to the Lane County Fair (of my daughter and her cousin when they were 4, which now hangs in my hallway) and didn’t even win an Honorable Mention.  I entered a drawing in the juried art show once, again not winning anything. I haven’t been very consistant with entries over the years. Something always seems to come up this time in summer; we go out of town, or I forget about the registration deadline until it’s too late. But this year I didn’t miss it.

It took a long time to decide which ones to submit. There’s a limit of only 3 entries; it was tough. I gathered the opinions of family and friends, weathered my husband’s ire that I used up so much printer ink, and made all my friends vote and critique them at the Across the Universe party. (Their feedback was interesting, but they did not agree.. so I decided for myself. )

That’s why I was so surprised that I won ribbons this year.

I had to go on opening day, couldn’t wait. We were perusing all the photos, and before I saw any of mine, Daniel came around the corner grinning. He didn’t want to give it away, but he did say, “Let’s just say you are an award-winning photographer.” That one won Honorable Mention. We found the next one: 2nd Place! He went on ahead. Then I heard him say from three rows away, “Well, you hit a grand slam!”

Whoa.. geezo! Amazing! Two Honorable Mentions and one 2nd place! I am thrilled! Then I spoke with the coordinator of the photography exhibits, and he said that it’s hard to win a prize at all. There were about 900 entries.

(Oh, I just remembered that I am an also an award-winning seamstress. I entered the Sailor Venus costume I made for my daughter a few years ago, and that won 2nd place. But there were only three entries in the costume catagory.)

So what about the prize money? I’ll be getting a check for $2.00 for the 2nd place photo. Woo-hoo!!

Last Lopez Story

Here’s the last thing. The morning ferries were leaving at 8:55 and 10:00AM. We arrived at the dock at 8:50, figuring we’d be there in time for the 10:00. Usually you have to get there at least 45 minutes early, because there are often more cars waiting than the quota of 40 spaces. So we pulled up behind the cars that had been waiting and were moving forward to load onto the 8:55 ferry.

In front of us was a shiny red Hummer with NRA and God Bless America stickers on the back. The cars ahead of us kept moving, and so did we. Eventually we were only the third vehicle in line. There was a large cargo truck, the Hummer, and our Subaru Forester. The ferry people were gesturing to stop. We joked that we would probably be the first car prevented from loading, and first in line to watch the ferry pull away. (This happened to us once before.)

But no. They were gesturing us forward! They gestured for us to pass the Hummer and ahead, onto the ferry! We could hardly believe it. We were the last car!

The woman driving the Hummer was incredulous. And angry. “Why??” she asked the official, as we drove past. “Because you’re too big. They’re small.”

I don’t honestly think our Forester is much shorter than a Hummer. But heck. I guess that could be verified.* Obviously the cargo truck was too big for the last spot on the ferry. But between the Hummer and the Subaru it had to be a toss-up.

I had to remind myself that the personality characteristics of Subaru owners are not compatible with gloating.

* Just checked the specs. That Hummer would not have fit.
Hummer: 203.6″
Forester: 179.5″

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