Friday, June 27, 2008

Economic Analysis of Brazil, Part 1

WARNING: If you have no interest in business, investing, or geopolitics, this post will be the most utterly boring thing you have ever experienced.


As a good business student, I feel it is my duty to do some sort of investment analysis of the economic situation in Brazil. Actually I’ve had several people ask me about it - I think that recent events in the U.S. have led to increasing interest in the investment opportunities of the so-called “BRIC” countries (Brazil, Russia, India, and China), who according to virtually every economist and their mother are going to be the next big global powers.


Do I believe that Brazil will be one of the next generation global powers? The answer is obviously, clearly, without a doubt......maybe.


One thing is for certain: the issue is far more complex than U.S. News and World Report and CNN give it credit for. I don’t think the destiny of any country - for better or for worse - is lined with roses or guardrails. I believe that at any and every point in time, each country has the potential for greatness and for complacency, and the rise and fall of each is just as much a question of willpower and desire as some predetermined destiny.


So, what’s so complex about the issue? Here’s what Brazil’s future depends on:


1. How it puts its natural resources to use. Brazil’s natural resources are treated as if they were a golden ticket to prosperity, a giant buried “Get Out of Third World Free” card. We are reminded of the dwindling natural resources that threaten our growth, of the rise of voracious resource consumers like India and China that seem to suck up every last ounce of copper, steel, and manganese the world has to offer, and it seems logical that any country with the goods to sell can only benefit.


What people don’t seem to understand is that natural resources are not a guarantee of economic prosperity. In fact, they’re not even a good path to prosperity.


Economists call it Dutch Disease - the tendency for a country to actually fall behind economically when it discovers some amazingly rich source of some precious natural resource. It’s happened over and over and over: 16th century Spain; 19th century Australia; the Netherlands in the 1960s; and today in Azerbaijan, Chile, Malaysia, Ireland, and Russia. As counter-intuitive as this may seem, it’s really rooted in common sense and a basic understanding of business.


Let’s say that the world suddenly developed a huge appetite for pineapples. Everything was made of pineapples: people filled up their cars with pineapple juice, common everyday products were made of dried pineapple, everything from airplanes to cruise ships to industrial machines ran on pineapples. Now let’s say Costa Rica discovered a little-known valley deep in the jungle that grew nothing but pineapples. The soil was perfect, the sun hit at exactly the right angle, the humidity and pressure and temperature all caused prolific amounts of pineapple to grow.


What would happen?


Well, it usually goes something like this: the pineapples are extracted, juiced and minced for transport to the developed regions of the world. This is done by multi-national corporations, since of course they are the only ones with the expertise and capital to harvest such vast quantities of pineapple. These corporations do not employ local people, and if they do it is in low-level, low-skill positions such as picking pineapples, and thus no expertise or technology is transferred to the Costa Rican people.


But that’s okay, because the government is taxing these corporations heavily for the rights to extract such a precious resource, right? Well, yes. These huge revenues are being used to further inflate an already bloated pineapple bureaucracy, on unnecessary military toys, and on jailing dissidents who are crazy enough to think that forcibly removing the residents of Pineapple Valley is not okay.


Meanwhile, since this industry is growing so rapidly and has so much money to burn, it starts spending. It hires even more pineapple pickers, who can actually make more in the fields than in higher-skilled positions elsewhere. It buys real estate, builds roads and pineapple juice pipelines, constructs a fancy headquarters, even invests in telecommunications and shipping infrastructure in Costa Rica to support its operations.


All these things are good, right? All this spending supports other industries and pays the salaries of lots of poor Costa Ricans, right? Yes, but the problem is that it is all coming from one source, and the entire Costa Rican economy is reoriented to support this one industry. The entire economy and the livelihoods of nearly everyone become dependent on this one resource. Commodity prices are notoriously fickle: the price of pineapple may fluctuate wildly from week to week or may decline for long periods of time. This puts the economy on a roller-coaster ride reacting to every tiny movement in world markets.


But wait, there’s more. The pineapple extraction industry attracts all talent, investment, and government support. All the other industries - the orange, banana, and sugar cane industries - suffer horribly, as they see all resources being drawn to the “flavor” of the moment. Higher-skill industries - the conga drum, banana boat, and ukelele industries - are even more strongly affected. Why should the government, foreign investors, or locals invest time and money in these difficult skills that will only reap benefits far into the future? It is so much easier to just let the foreign multinational do it’s thing, look the other way, and live the high life.


Manufacturing, technology, and high-level service industries (which should form the backbone of long-term economic growth), stagnate as everyone goes crazy over pineapples. All these pineapples have to be bought, of course, in colónes (the Costa Rican currency), which means that everyone is exchanging their dollars and euros and yen for colónes.


What happens when demand for a currency goes up? The currency appreciates. What happens when a currency appreciates? Well, it would be a good thing for Costa Rican consumers because they could buy more imported goods with their colónes. It would be a good thing, that is, if they had any money. As it turns out, it just ends up hurting Costa Rican manufacturing, which finds the prices for its goods unreasonably high on the world markets.


Basically the conversation goes like this:


conga drum manufacturer (CDM): hey, want to buy some conga drums?


Japanese conga drum distributor (JCDD): how much?


CDM: 15 colónes each


JCDD: What!?!?! That’s a lot of money!


CDM: What are you talking about? That’s a rock-bottom price!


JCDD: With 15 colónes I could buy 3 of those freakin’ sweet pineapples.


CDM: stupid pineapples....


So there you have it. Instead of a shining future of never-ending growth and prosperity, you’re left with increased corruption, a larger bureaucracy, political strife, foreign control of your resources, stagnation in high-tech industries, an unstable economic climate, viscious business cycles, a lack of investment in long-term education and infrastructure, and rampant inflation that retards growth in exports besides pineapples.


Of course, this is a worst-case scenario. Some countries have been able to use their natural resources as a boost to more sustainable economic growth (obvious example: U.S. of A.). The difference is that in most cases these successful countries already had highly-developed high-tech manufacturing and service sectors, as well as accountable political systems.


Does Brazil have what it takes to turn its natural resources into a blessing instead of a curse? That is a question for which I do not have an answer, but how Brazilians deal with this question will ultimately determine whether they become a superpower or remain forever the “next great country.”

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Tuesday, June 17, 2008

The Means Do Not Justify the Ends, Part 2

@Hugh: You shouldn’t be so modest. No really, you shouldn’t. It makes me look bad / My wordsmithiness is no match for your poignancy (which is helped by the amazing pictures and brevity of your posts) / Btw those pics are really incredible. Honestly, how do you do that? You have a talent for steering clear of those inevitable cliché wedding moments while still capturing the excitement of the occasion and the love the couple has for each other.


@Lucas: Ah, what would I do without your priceless advice? Rest assured, little bro, you are my wingman in life.


So, after my last post on this theme I was asked by a number of people (1 is technically a number):


Why do you hate Orange County so much?


Well, thank you for asking, weak plot device. I’ll tell you. In order to understand why I “hate Orange County so much,” you need to understand three essential facts about me, Tiago:


1. I am a hopeless sado-masochist (proof: I watch entire movies standing up)


2. I am a socially awkward nerd (I mean, I find formatting hard drives exciting)


3. I am a guilty consumo-materialist (it’s kinda like narco-terrorist but more trend-conscious)


Yup, that’s basically it. In fact, all other aspects of my personality are merely vain attempts to conceal the fact that the essence of who I am boils down to those three things. Sad, I know.


Now think about it. For unapologetically sadomasochistic interpersonally challenged self-loathing hypercapitalistic geeks like me, Orange County is essentially purgatory (if you’re wondering what hell would be: Disneyland’s California Adventure). It’s filled with every sort of pleasure that humanity has imagined, from Dippin’ Dots and Puggles to skimboarding and IMAX. It’s also designed to shield its residents from every sort of pain possible: best medical care anywhere, no natural disasters to speak of (don’t even say earthquakes, they’re a joke), and enough antidepressant medication to break up an emo riot. Really difficult place for a masochist.


Orange County is also filled with pretty much the coolest, most laid back, effortlessly funny,  humbly awesome, accidentally beautiful people anywhere. I mean, even the nerd population are also ripped, artistically talented, globe-trotting surfers as well, leaving absolutely no room for nerds like me who also happen to possess the social graces of Kip Dynamite.


To finish the triple crown, Orange County couldn’t encourage you to buy things more if it had been planned from the ground up by massive landholding conglomerates and pro-business planning committees........oh wait......it was. It’s practically paradise for all manner of shopping addicts, fashion slaves, trend groupies, and compulsive hoarders, but there is one type of consumer that it definitely does not cater to: the guilty consumer, like me. Giving free and easy credit cards, gratifying shopping environments, and above all the Apple Store to me is like having a reformed cocaine addict-turned evangelical minister sniff  lines off a copy of the King James Holy Bible: it’s not right on multiple levels (note: by reading that analogy you agreed to not hold me responsible for any sense it didn’t make).


And so, my fellow Orange Countians, ask not why Tiago hates Orange County; ask why Orange County hates Tiago. 

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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Brazilian Expressions

I've been keeping a list of interesting and random Portuguese expressions, which I thought I'd post here for your amusement. Unfortunately, writing down a long list of Portuguese words will not be of much benefit to most of you, so I've decided instead to demonstrate these expressions in the form of a real-world fictional narrative. So here goes....

So I was downtown the other day, killing some time before class, when I realized I was tied to a tree, so I stopped at a little sandwich shop. I had been craving some inside-out underwear - I really love inside-out underwear - so I called to the trout, “Are you out of your little house? I’m hungry over here!” The waiter came over and took my order, and before I knew it I was in the hands of the clown with my wonderful churrasco lunch and row of beers. Just then, I saw a friend from school, who's known for being a suitcase without a handle, and called him over.


He rushed over with a worried look on his face. “Hey man, can you break the branch for me?” he asked. “I’m really in a fix.” 


“Sure, what’s the jump of the cat?” I responded.


“There’s this girl I’ve had a fall for forever, and her boyfriend has always thrown her on the wall and called her a lizard. Well, they finally broke up so now I’m going to make my move. I need someone to go with me to a party at her house tonight. What’d you say?”


I wasn’t too sure about this, so I responded “I don’t know man, that’s not my beach. I’m kind of a John-the-armless at parties.”


“Oh come on, the night is a child!” my friend exclaimed. “This party’s gonna be the bam bam bam!”


I could see that he thought he was the last gas in the coke, so I said “Stop filling the sack, old man! I’m not gonna burn my film at some stupid party. There’s a test tomorrow and it’s not a test with flour on it. It’s gonna be really Russian! I have a feeling this invitation is a Greek present, because you’re just going to be whispering sticky things in this girl’s ear all night. No thanks.”


"Wow, you really have a wooden face." he said. "After all the favors I've done for you." 


My friend left quickly to find some other victim for his plans, and the waiter gave me a good knifing.


The End

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Monday, June 2, 2008

New site layout

So, I've been threatening to move my site from iWeb to blogspot, and now it's done. As much as it pains me deeply to criticize any Apple product, iWeb was giving me massive problems with formatting and .Mac was excruciatingly slow, even for you superfast internet norteamericanos. At least Blogspot is owned by Google, which is on our side against the Forces of Evil (Microsoft).

Now that I'm older and wiser, I've tried to use more subtle and sophisticated colors. No more of the garishly bright tropical hues, as much as I loved them. Pretty much everything is the same besides that, but moved around. Pictures are over on the right, as are older blog posts. I can now do nifty little polls, you know, for those of you too lazy even to leave anonymous posts. 

The good news is, the site should be a heck of a lot faster now. Good news for the many readers who check my blog daily for excitement in their boring, monotonous lives. There also shouldn't be any funky background graphics issues, and the site should now display OK in Internet Explorer.

Enjoy!

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