The irrational exuberance is coming from inside the house.
The irrational exuberance is coming from inside the house.
This voice recognition software has a long way to go, dammit.
Can’t muster much m0re than bewilderment and concern on this. I could see the appeal of the vote to leave – in fact I thought the Brits would vote to leave, and was rash enough to post this on the Twitter before the vote.
It seemed to me that if the polls were that close the Brexit-eers would get over the line – that there would be a similar ‘shy Tory’ effect seen in the UK polls at their last general election.
I don’t like the appeal to naked racism the Brexiteers engaged in. I think you could make an economic and political argument for exit without going there – in fact I think the case for leaving, if this were a more normal time globally, is stronger than Remain, without raising the flag of xenophobia or racism..
But the timing of this is all wrong. This is going to be destabilising at a time not just the UK but the world economy doesn’t need any more destabilising influences.
If I’d been in the UK, I’d have voted remain for that reason. It would have been a reluctant vote, a very reluctant one.
Anyway, here’s the Psychedelic Furs’ “Sister Europe”. Seems apt.
Buy a car and watch it rust
Sister see them fall to dust
They fall around
In another crowded room
Paint me like the shirt I’m in
Three months ago, as I was walking into Statistics New Zealand, I ran into a bloke from Economic Development Minister Steven Joyce’s office.
What do you think today’s figure will be like, I asked him. None of the economists were forecasting any major change – they all had it sticking at around 6.5-6.8% of the workforce, where it had been for some time.
Certainly none of them expected it to go above 7%.
“I don’t know about this one – we’ve got a feeling it might not be that good,” he said. This was interesting, as my own gut feeling was similar – in fact at that stage I was starting to wonder if the economy might have even gone backwards in the third quarter of last year.
None of us, though, thought it was going to be 7.3% of the workforce.
In the event, I didn’t write much about unemployment that day: running out of the Statistics NZ lock up to get a Vodafone mobile connection I stumbled into the sliding doors and wound up headbutting the gravel with extreme prejudice. Ended up in hospital with wires attached to me.
The consensus market forecast for today is I’ll stay upright, and there’s a lot less margin for upside/downside surprises on this forecast than there are to most economic outlooks right now.
Today’s figure could go either way, I think: for NBR Online subscribers, I’ve done a preview here.
The impression I get is the economy picked up again in the last six to eight weeks of the year, and when you look at the other economic data the 7.3% figure seems an outlier: the surprise is not that it rose, but that it rose by quite that much.
I’m not convinced 2012 is going to be all that great. But the combination of diversification of markets, with New Zealand now being geared to the part of the world that is just beginning to grow; New Zealanders’ newfound interest in savings – for the first time in a very long time; a political system which is not gridlocked and which is, however imperfectly, dealing with the country’s problems instead of ignoring them and/or just blaming them on ‘the 1990s’; and a very transparent set of government finances, means the medium term outlook for New Zealand is quite positive.
We’re not going to boom – and it would not be a good thing if we were – and a country of 4.5 million people, spread over a comparatively large and difficult land mass, will always be vulnerable.
But for the first time in my lifetime – and I’m 47 – I’m looking a decade ahead and seeing solid reasons for optimism.
Will be spending much of the next four weeks writing about the election, along with covering whatever form the global economy’s ongoing impersonation of a hormonal emotionally incontinent 14-year-old takes this particular cycle.
Oh, and tax. There’s bound to be some tax stuff in there. Yummy yummy tax.
The twitter feed is probably the best short form way to keep up with things, as the entire news industry is now being twatted.
I may not be making much sense by the end of the month. Wibble.
The osteopath has been doing an Eddy Izzard on the spinal column – yeah I know that’s chiropracty…chiropractory…chiropractism…whatever they call it – and yeah I know osteopaths and chiropractors view each other with the kind of warm regard normally associated with relations between Black Power and Mongrel Mob, or maybe between the local Playcentre Committee and the local Kindergartetn Committee….but the general approach, when you’re on the slab, seems awfully similar.
They both sort of try to turn you into a gibbering, breathing pretzel.
A few things I have been reading – stuff about NZ’s economic imbalances, mostly, and I really want to get away from it right now, because I think we’re going to have to have someone turn our economy into a gibbering pretzel. Which would be an improvement, I suppose, and at least our economy only needs a ‘crack yer bones’ treatment rather than the economic equivalent of chemotherapy, although we’re going to need it for about a generation.
We’re not quite Greece, although another recession or another earthquake and we will be.
I’d planned to get away from all this stuff, and I now shall do so. Elsewhere on the web, Dr Yobbo has been visiting hotels in Auckland and working out what he can nick:
‘Vanity kit’, consisting of three cotton buds in a small cardboard box. I stuck one in each nostril and still didn’t look like Prince’s ex. It’s possible I was doing it wrong, but I reserve the right to sue.
…when I heard a stentorian electronic monotone blaring out from somewhere downstairs at 0300, I groaned and pulled the pillow over my head. But Natalie got up and investigated, and didn’t come back, and that kind of meant I had to do something manly and tough, so I got up and grabbed my robe.
A bit closer to home, and a bit more seriously, Chris Trotter – and others – are saying the polls understate Hone Harawira’s support because a lot of his supporters use cellphones, and/or are young.
It is now an article of faith among some sections of the Left that the methodology of New Zealand pollsters is irredeemably flawed. They argue that since more and more young, brown and/or poor Kiwis no longer use landlines, polling agencies that continue to rely on interviews with landline subscribers are bound to produce results significantly skewed towards the opinions of old, white and rich voters.
Ah, yeah. Parties doing badly in the polls always seem to argue that for some reason their supporters aren’t getting polled. I heard Labour and, particularly, Alliance people run it in 1996, (and Labour people again in 2008) on the grounds that a statistically significant chunk of their supporters couldn’t afford phones at all.
In 1996, just under 1996 of NZ households had a landline: in 2008 it was around 98%.
I’ve heard National and Act people run the same argument, in 1999 and 2002, on the grounds that a disproportionate number of their supporters are self employed, and too busy to answer polls.
It was almost all self-deluding, whistling-in-the-dark stuff, although from memory Act did do a bit better than the polls suggested in 2002 (National did worse).
There might be a bit more variation in tomorrow’s byelection, because it is for the country’s northern-most Maori electorate, and if the stereotypes are true, there is a disproportionate number of the country’s drug dealers in that electorate – people who famously buy cheap prepaid cellphones on Trademe rather than have a landline.
But I’m always dubious about stereotypes, especially self-serving ones, and this one is a bit too pat. I’m also not too sure if drug dealers are particularly conscientious about voting.
Tim Watkin, meanwhile, was on the panel with Winston Peters last weekend and wonders if it is all over for the guy. I had a similar response, watching the same interview, especially Peters’ ‘We’re still relevant’ at the end: it had the same slightly desperate and defeated tone as Muldoon’s ‘I love you too, Mr Lange,’ in the last debate in the 1984 election.
Watkin also notes something I think is being under-estimated by most of the opposition parties – especially Labour: that there is a very different mood in the country.
The earthquakes in particular have changed the mood of the country in ways we still don’t entirely comprehend. There’s a wariness abroad in the land; a sense that things have changed.