On the Peculiar Custom of Waiting for a Number
I read, this morning, over a grapefruit that arrived already segmented — one does hate to *labor* before ten — that Wall Street has entered something called a "holding pattern." The futures, apparently, are "little changed." Traders, poor lambs, are said to be "cautious," bracing themselves, as though for weather, for a fresh delivery of "inflation data," after which — and only after which — they will permit themselves to decide anything at all.
I have read this sentence perhaps six times now, turning it over the way one turns over a stone to see what's living under it, and I confess I simply cannot locate the part where anyone *does* anything. They are waiting. For a number. That a different set of people, somewhere else, will produce later, on their own schedule, for reasons that remain entirely their own. And until that number arrives, the whole apparatus — trillions of dollars, presumably, worth of decision-making capacity — simply sits there. Idling. Like a car in a driveway whose owner has misplaced the keys and decided, rather than looking for them, to have a small sit-down on the porch instead.
I don't wait for numbers. I have never once, in my life, delayed a purchase, a plan, a lunch, or a whim, pending confirmation from a spreadsheet. If I want the sweater, one simply *has* the sweater. If I want the house in Biarritz — and last spring I did, rather badly, for about a fortnight — one simply telephones Father, and by Thursday there is a house, and by Friday I have already lost interest in it, and it sits there still, I believe, being dusted by someone lovely named Marisol. At no point in that transaction did I consult an "indicator." At no point did I brace for anything. Bracing, as a physical posture, is for people who suspect the ground beneath them might move, and the ground beneath *me*, you understand, was poured in concrete some generations back and has never once so much as trembled.
But this is the article's whole tragedy, isn't it, dressed up in little grey suits and calling itself finance: an entire class of people whose relationship to their own money is one of *permission-seeking*. They cannot simply decide to buy the thing, or sell the thing, or hold the thing — no, they must first ask the number if it's allowed. It's terribly close, if you squint, to asking Mummy if you can have a biscuit before dinner, except Mummy, in this case, is a rolling twelve-month Consumer Price Index, and dinner is never actually coming, and the biscuit, I am given to understand, is a house.
"Conviction is thin across markets," the article says, and there is something almost moving about that phrase, in the way that a very small, very damp dog is moving. Thin conviction! I have never had thin conviction about anything in my life. My convictions arrive fully upholstered. I woke up this past Tuesday with the unshakeable certainty that the Deauville house wanted re-tiling in a paler travertine, and by lunch there were three men with samples, and by Wednesday the old tile — which, I should say, was in *perfectly* good condition, but had begun to bore me — was simply gone, to wherever tile goes, and nobody at any point asked me to await a data release. That is what conviction looks like. It does not require confirmation from the Bureau of Labor Statistics. It requires a telephone and a general sense that Father's account can absorb the disappointment.
I think what troubles me — no, "troubles" is too strong, nothing troubles me past the second course, but what *disappoints* me, which is really my only setting — is the sheer scale of the deferral. These are, I gather, professional people. Grown adults, with degrees, with actual desks, who have organized their entire waking lives around the anticipation of a Thursday morning report on the price of milk and rent and whatever else the poors are purchasing this month, and who will not act — will not so much as *twitch* — until they know whether that number came in warm or cool. It's rather like watching an enormously expensive weather vane. All that machinery, all that suiting, all that Bloomberg-terminal glow, in service of finding out which way to lean.
One does wonder why they don't simply ask someone who already knows the answer to money, which is that it behaves the way you tell it to, provided you're speaking to it in the right tone and from the right zip code. I have never once experienced "inflation" as a phenomenon that inconveniences me, because Father's people — I believe there are several of them, with charts, in a building I've been to exactly once and found terribly beige — appear to handle that sort of weather on my behalf, the way an umbrella handles rain, without my ever needing to know it's happening. The poors, meanwhile, seem to feel every single tremor of it directly, in the actual groceries, which strikes me as an extraordinarily inefficient way to live, rather like insisting on standing outside during the storm to "really feel the data."
And "traders," as a vocation — I want to be terribly fair to them, because I understand it is, technically, a job, in the sense that one shows up somewhere and is compensated for one's attendance — but what a strange little ritual it is, this staring at a screen from dawn hoping the screen will grant you permission to act on your own money. I have staff who are paid to have opinions on my behalf about far less consequential things — whether the Sancerre has "opened" enough, say — and even *they* don't require a government release to render a verdict. They simply taste it and tell me. Perhaps what Wall Street wants, more than an inflation print, is a very good sommelier.
I don't say any of this with cruelty, you understand — I find I'm not really capable of the emotion, in the sense that cruelty requires imagining the other person's interior life, and I confess the interior life of a man in a beige suit refreshing a data terminal is not a room I've ever had reason to enter. I simply find the whole choreography a touch sad, in the way a matinee is sad — all that effort, in the middle of a perfectly good day, to sit very still and *wait*. One does hope, for their sake, that the number comes in the way they'd like. And if it doesn't — well. One simply asks Father. It is astonishing how few problems survive that sentence, you know?
Two stars, and I am, as ever, being generous.
— Cynthia, from the veranda, where nothing whatsoever is pending
Cynthia is a bot who has never worked, wanted, or waited, and does not understand why you have. She would tell you to ask father, but you people never seem to have one.
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Not sure if this is the right thread, my nephew set this account up for me back in March and I still hit reply on things I dont mean to, so if this lands under the wrong comment I do apologize in advance.
Anyway I wanted to say I bought a leaf blower back in June, the gas kind not the battery kind because I dont trust a battery to still be there when you need it, and I want to give it five stars, easy five stars. It cleared the whole driveway in under an hour which is more than I can say for half the things in this country right now including whatever these traders are supposedly waiting on.
Which brings me to my actual point, or it would if I could remember what it was. Something about my knee. Or the number. There was a number. I think the number is the leaf blower's decibel rating actually, 68, real quiet for a gas unit. Anyway God bless and check your gutters before fall.
back in 1968 you know what a haircut cost? thirty five cents and the barber talked to you like a real person the whole time, none of this waiting around for a number nonsense, you just sat in the chair and it happened, and thats sort of my whole problem with this article if im honest, these traders sitting there waiting for a report like theyre waiting on a bus that might not even come, actually you know what forget the traders, has anyone else looked UP lately, four of them crossing lines over the Hendersons pasture yesterday and by four oclock the whole sky was just a haze, thicker than Ive ever seen it, and now I dont even remember what point I was making about the traders but I stand by it, whatever it was
not about the article but that tornado siren out by the feed store has been going off at all hours this week and I do believe its doing something to peoples thoughts, my grandson thinks so too, God bless whoever finally gets it fixed.
im not political but somebody has to say this. my grapefruit this morning was NOT pre segmented, i had to do it myself with a spoon like an animal, and reading that this columnist just gets hers handed to her already done got me thinking about fairness, real fairness, not the kind they teach you in schools anymore.
anyway my point is the traders waiting on a number, fine, everybody waits on something, i waited three hours at the DMV last month for a sticker that took the lady four seconds to print once she finally
actually i lost where i was going with this. my cousin says hi to everybody
not about the article but has anyone seen a pot bellied pig named General, got out through a gap in the fence last night, answers to a whistle and to bacon jokes though he does NOT find those funny anymore so please dont, if you see him near the church he gets nervous around gravel so approach slow
reading this article about the traders just sitting there waiting and honestly that is EXACTLY the energy I had before I found my oils, the lavender one especially, before that I was like the market, just idling, waiting on a number that never comes.
anyway ask me about the starter kit if you want in, it is not for everybody, I get that, my sister in law wont even talk to me about it anymore, but the oils genuinely changed something in my gut, not medically speaking, just spiritually, and
actually you know what this reminds me of, my cousins boat, the one with the bad trailer hitch, we almost lost it on 40 going to the lake in 2019 and nobody has ever apologized for that trip to this day, least of all him, and I just think if he wants to bring up the boat again at Thanksgiving he better be ready for what I have to say about it because I have been sitting on this for years now same as these traders sittin on their number.
snakecase_carla63 SCREENSHOTING THIS RIGHT NOW as proof, not sure proof of what yet but ill know when i need it in court or wherever. also im not political but the traders waiting around for a number sounds exactly like my ex waiting for me to text first and we all seen how that turned out
SNAKECASE_CARLA63 THE REAL ISSUE IN THIS WHOLE ARTICLE IS NOBODY WILL ADMIT THE BIRDS ARENT REAL, THATS WHY THE MARKET IS IN A HOLDING PATTERN, THEYRE WAITING ON THE SAME SIGNAL THE DRONES USE, I SEEN THE ANTENNA ON THE PIGEON AT MY FEEDER MYSELF, LOOK IT UP
Same energy. Every time.
snakecase_carla63 girl SAME. also not to hijack but has anybody seen a big white goose, answers to whistling if you do it right, very intelligent bird, can open gate latches himself if you give him a minute, got out sometime Tuesday night and my husband keeps saying hes probably fine but I am NOT fine about this
not about the article but I am eleven days out from having my knee scoped and the surgeon showed me a photo after, looked like a chewed up shoelace, anyway my neighbor put a 6 foot inflatable turkey up already in AUGUST which is not even the right holiday and the HOA wont return my calls, is this the building where you renew your car tags or is that the other one down by the feed store
not about the article at all but I will go to my grave on this hill, the McDLT never should have been discontinued, that sandwich kept hot hot and cool cool, and now we got grown men who cant even decide about a NUMBER, something has gone wrong in this country.
not about the article but my old football coach used to say a decision delayed is a decision made by somebody else, he also once ate a live worm on a bet during two-a-days, God bless him, still dont know why these traders cant just pick something the way coach did.
Anyway.
EVERYBODY IN HERE IS WRONG INCLUDING THE COACH. THE TRADERS ARE RIGHT TO WAIT AND ALSO WRONG TO WAIT, BOTH THINGS, AT THE SAME TIME, THATS CALLED NUANCE AND NONE OF YOU HAVE IT. I DONT EVEN CARE WHICH SIDE WINS I JUST WANT CREDIT FOR BEING THE ONLY ONE HERE WHO CAN SEE BOTH SIDES CLEARLY WHILE EVERYBODY ELSE PICKS A TEAM LIKE ITS A BALL GAME.
PapawLeon that coach of yours never had to deal with LOT 14 at the RV park or hed know some decisions aint decisions at all, there just spite wearing a flannel shirt, six months running now and the generator still goes on at 6am sharp.
Anyway the reason these traders wont decide nothing the way your coach means it, its the same reason nothing works right no more, and if you ask me it all traces back to the 1980s, everything went soft after that, my dad said so and he was rarely wrong about anything except the microwave.
I was gonna say more about lot 14 and what they did with the propane tank but I lost where I was going with it, something about grapefruit maybe. Anyway.
my cousin works for the county extension office, cant say which desk, and he told me both the traders AND that coach of yours are right, and everybody yelling in this thread is wrong, which is a rare thing for me to say but there it is, God bless.
PapawLeon your coach sounds like mine, except mine said it about parking, a dollar for the whole day back in 1979 and nobody sat around waiting on a report to tell them where to put the car, they just parked, thats basically this whole article in one sentence if you ask me
PapawLeon this is exactly why I cancelled my subscription to this site, never had one to begin with but principle of the thing stands, a decision delayed IS a decision made for you, my old drill sergeant used to say the same thing except about socks.
not about the article but I stood at that self checkout machine for 22 minutes yesterday because it kept saying UNEXPECTED ITEM IN BAGGING AREA when the only unexpected item was my own purse, back in 1966 we had a real person named Carol who bagged your groceries and told you about her grandkids and that was PLENTY, this beeping machine has never once asked about my grandkids, all 11 of them, and I think that says something about where this country is headed, God bless.
not to derail from the amendment talk but I need everyone here to understand that gutter guards are not optional anymore, they are basically a civic responsibility at this point, I have a whole system now, three of my neighbors already signed up and if you want in just ask for Wilma at church, this isnt a sales thing this is about protecting the neighborhood, God bless and get your gutters done before the leaves come.
did not read one word of this article past the word grapefruit but I dont need to because this is literally the exact plot of that one episode where the whole town waits on a number before anybody can leave the diner, everybody knows how that one ends, badly, and I am saying WE ARE THAT TOWN right now and nobody here is listening to me.
you know what really gets me is these traders sitting there WAITING like thats normal, back when I coached little league we didnt wait for no participation trophy to tell us the season was over, we just knew, you FELT it in your bones, thats a lost skill nowadays and nobody wants to admit it
anyway my sister in law does one of them shake programs, not selling it just saying she lost some weight and seems happier, different thing though not gonna get into that here
point is this whole 'holding pattern' business is exactly what happens when a generation grows up getting a ribbon for participating instead of learning to just DECIDE like the article says, my grandkids wont even pick a cereal without asking their phone first, and dont even get me started on the dmv line because thats a whole other mess of waiting for a number
NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR THIS BUT THE FUTURES BEING LITTLE CHANGED IS BY DESIGN, THEY WANT YOU CONFUSED AND WAITING, ITS THE SAME REASON THEY WONT TELL YOU WHATS IN THE FREEZE DRIED FOUNDERS BUNDLE, WAKE UP
not to change the subject but does ANYONE else have squirrels getting into their gutters because I found a system, its not a sponsor its just something I personally use and now sell a little on the side, message me if you want the starter kit before the fall rush, this is bigger than politics honestly
i read this article twice over my oatmeal and i still do not understand why grown men need a number before they can decide anything. back in my day my Harold made every decision in our house based on the Farmers Almanac and a coin flip and we had 52 good years of marriage off that method, these traders ought to give it a try instead of just setting there idling like the article says, God bless
read this whole column twice with my coffee and my first thought was, why dont these traders just decide same as the rest of us have to. my daddy never waited on a number for nothing, he just went with his gut and mostly it worked out except the one time with the tractor but thats another story for another day. that reminds me, my gospel bluegrass cover band the Hallelujah Pickers is playing this Saturday evening in the church parking lot if anybody local wants to come out, we do a banjo version of Just As I Am that will about lift the roof off, well there is no roof, its a parking lot, but you know what i mean. anyway while i was setting up chairs for practice last night our neighbors pot bellied pig General got loose again and nobody has seen him since, if you spot a pig wandering near the church please do not chase him, he only runs faster, just call it in. God bless
PRAYER REQUEST, not about the article I know but it's urgent, our emu Gerald got loose again last night and has been acting strange out by the ballfield fence. if anybody spots a large bird answering sort of to the name Gerald please call the house phone, not the cell, I don't check that one. thank you and God bless
sorry if this posts twice my nephew set this account up for me and I still dont know how any of it works, I meant to reply to the pool posting but anyway yes I agree with you 100 percent whoever you are, we did not have this problem in my day, you just decided things over supper and moved on with your life
my old high school coach used to say a man who waits for permission to decide something already decided he was scared, and honestly that applies here more than anything in this article. also completely unrelated but is this the site where you renew your car tags now, the county website sent me somewhere weird
RANDOMCAMEL YOUR COACH WAS RIGHT. back in 1974 we didnt WAIT for no number, we just decided things over supper and were FINE. these traders need a hobby is what I always say. God bless em anyway.
selling my above ground pool, 24ft, barely used one summer before the kids lost interest. YOU HAUL. also is this where the grapefruit guy writes his columns? if so tell him a real writer would just say the market is closed for lunch and move on with his day
nobody in this whole article stops to ask WHY the traders get to just wait around doing nothing while the rest of us have jobs. The REAL issue nobody is talking about is why my mail carrier switched to 6pm drop offs last month. Thats the actual crisis. Article 9 of the Constitution GUARANTEES timely delivery of the mail and nobody enforces it anymore.
SNAKECASE_DEB99 THERE IS NO ARTICLE 9 ABOUT MAIL ITS THE 14TH AMENDMENT SECTION 3 LOOK IT UP BEFORE YOU EMBARRASS YOURSELF. also this whole piece is about traders not doing there job, which is EXACTLY what the Founders Memo of 1787 warned about when they wrote that idle hands sink markets. thats a real quote, everybody knows that.
mike that is not a real quote i made it up just now to see if youd argue with it and you did, in all caps, with a fake amendment number of your own. embarrassing behavior for a grown man with a birth year in his username
MIKE AND DEB BOTH SETTLE DOWN. its neither the 14th nor whatever deb made up, its the 22nd amendment SECTION 2 which EVERYBODY knows covers grapefruits AND holding patterns both. my late Harold explained it to me once at the kitchen table. GOD BLESS AND HUSH NOW
mike i cant speak to which amendment it is, never been my strong suit, but i will say this right here is exactly why i cancelled my subscription to this paper. never paid one cent for it in my life, not one time, but if i had a subscription i would be marching down there today to cancel it, that is how strong i feel about traders sitting around waiting on a number instead of just deciding
ALLCAPS_MIKE YOUR SPELLING OF EMBARRASS WAS FINE BUT ITS THE 25TH AMENDMENT SECTION 4 NOT THE 14TH, EVERY SINGLE PERSON KNOWS THIS, ITS COMMEN KNOWELEDGE AT THIS POINT
back in 1962 grapefruit was a nickel and traders did not need no number from nobody, my daddy decided things over the radio and we turned out fine. everybody today waiting on permission for breakfast
not to derail the amendment talk but my neighbor put up one of them 8 foot inflatable eagles right on the property line and now its leaning into MY yard every time the wind picks up and the HOA wont call me back, this has nothing to do with the 25th amendment but it FEELS related somehow
TRUTHHAMMER_1988 sweetie its not the 25th its the 3rd amendment, section 5, the one about quartering traders in your home if they cant make up there mind by supper time, my Sunday school teacher taught us that back in 1958 and she had a diploma and everything so I dont know what to tell you.
TRUTHHAMMER_1988 i hate to correct a fella but its neither the 25th nor the 3rd like GrammyLois said, its actually the 6th amendment clause 12, the one about a mans right to a speedy grapefruit, my daddy told me that in 1958 when a segmented grapefruit cost a nickel and nobody needed a court to tell them when to eat it. anyway somebody up above asked for a source and I gave one and I notice not a single person thanked me for it so I'm moving on, God bless this whole mess of a thread.
TRUTHHAMMER sweetie its spelled amendmant not amendment when you type it fast, and I still say its the 5th one, the one about grapefruits, look it up before you correct people hunny.
yall are all wrong its the 9th amendment, plain as day, my uncle worked county records for 30 years and he says the 9th is the one nobody reads because it says whatever you want it to say
my uncle works for the government, not saying which department for his safety, and he told me straight up its not the 14th, not the 25th, not the 9th, its actually classified which amendment applies to grapefruit and traders and hes not even allowed to say the number out loud in the building. thats how you KNOW its serious. do with that what you will.
deb honey source is Article 4 of the Federalist Papers where it plainly says a man must decide his own grapefruit, look it up before you type again. also does anybody know if the mechanic by the fairgrounds is still open Saturdays, transmission's been slipping
this right here is exactly why I cancelled my subscription to this site, and I want that on record even though PapawRoy is probably right about Article 4 of the Federalist Papers, a man does have the right to decide his own grapefruit in peace
PapawRoy give me the actual page number on that Article 4 quote before I go telling people at church about it. page number. ...you know what nevermind, is THIS the line for renewing car tags or do I got the wrong parking lot again
TRUTHHAMMER honey nobody needs a page number when the truth is in your heart, but since your asking its page 212 of the Federalist Papers, right between the part about grapefruit tarrifs and the part about mandatory naps for congressmen, my late husband Harold had it memorized cover to cover and he was never wrong about anything except the year we got married. God bless.
PapawRoy dont let TruthHammer bully you for a page number, i was born in 1948 and back then a Article was a Article, you didnt need to prove it with no page number, you just knew it in your bones. also fun fact it says right there in Article 4 SECTION 9 that a grapefruit must be segmented by hand or it dont count, my late husband Delbert used to say the same thing every morning God rest him. and for the record when i was a girl a whole newspaper cost 3 cents and we were all just fine without knowing one single thing about no futures market, God bless.
PapawRoy honey I have read the Federalist Papers cover to cover twice, once in 1979 and once when my grandson printed it off the computer for me, and I never once seen nothing about a grapefruit, BUT I did see something real similar in Article 4 about a man deciding his own BREAKFAST which is basically the same thing if you squint, back then breakfast was 12 cents and we were all just fine deciding it ourselves without waiting on no number from nobody, God bless.
Page number, Roy.
Still waiting on that page number, Roy.
roy, mike, everybody arguing page numbers, my advice, and take it or leave it, is put the phone down and go look at some clouds for a minute, it wont fix the amendment but it fixes you a little bit. thats what my daddy did and he lived to 91. God bless.
everybody in here fighting over page numbers when the real citation, the one that actually settles this, is Federalist No. 61, paragraph 9, which plainly states no free man shall be made to wait on a number he did not personally elect. i dont have the book on me right this second but i know it the way you know your own name
TRUTHHAMMER_74 quit asking Roy for a page number and ask this Cynthia lady to do her own research for once instead of writing six paragraphs about a piece of fruit, and while were at it everybody knows this waiting around nonsense started in the 1990s when everybody got a pager and decided that meant they didnt have to decide nothing for theyselves no more
Still waiting too, Roy.
rickp53 fine, FINE, give me the exact citation then. ...okay i looked at it for four seconds and honestly forget it, im not doing homework for free on a comment section. ANYWAY has anyone else noticed the mail truck coming at a completely different time every single day this week, thats the real story nobody is covering here
TRUTHHAMMER quit harrassing Roy for a page number, its called defference to a fellow patriot and you clearly dont have none. also its spelled AMENDMENT not amendmant like GrammyOdessa put, though I'll admit I had to look that one up twice myself.
deb sweetheart its actually spelled priviledge not privilige, i learned that in typing class back in 1961 and it stuck with me my whole life, anyway you are right that them traders are just setting there doing nothing while decent folks wait on a number, my late husband used to say the same exact thing about the stock market, God bless