Monday, October 27, 2014

You shouldn't pick your own stocks, a discussion - Part 1

It was about a year ago that I found out that finance blogs were a thing that existed.  It should have been obvious, given that I've read blogs since I was in high school when everyone (including me) kept them.  Facebook didn't exist yet, so if you wanted to baffle your friends by vaguely alluding to inner turmoil by way of posted text, you did it on your blog.


"Today was... interesting.  It made me wonder about people and stuff."
I forgot that blogs existed when I was in University.  Of course, I also forgot that a few other things existed like regular sleep schedules and homework-free evenings.


And sunlight.
The popularity of blogs was reaching a high point when I graduated from university.  Even then, I assumed that the only topic appropriate for a blog had to relate to you or your family.  Finance doesn't fit very well into that mold.


"The babies screamed more than usual today which coincided nicely with a frenzied day on the stock market.  All of the major indexes rose, just like Olivia's fever."

I love to read about finance.  I'll usually skim over the a few finance articles from the Google Finance news feed on a pretty much daily basis.  I rip through finance books like a finance-crazed hyena.  To refresh my energies for work, I scribble notes on finance in a notebook during my lunch hours.  I love to read about finance.

I decided to write a finance blog in part because a friend of mine at work suggested that I do it.


"You can be just like those other finance blogs and give tips about budgeting and getting out of debt!" she told me.
Or how to make a gorgeous centerpiece out of unused credit card application forms.

I discovered finance blogs and I tried to make up for lost time.
 Power Reading: Intensity 10

Rather than being fabulously inspired as I had hoped I would be, I was instead forced to confront an uncomfortable reality.

I was reading a variety of finance blogs and vehemently disagreeing with more people than I ever thought possible.  

Budget tips?  MY way of budgeting is better!  
Investment advice?  That would never work! 
Debt management tactics?  I'm already a stupendous debt manager; I don't need any tips!
Portfolio/Net Worth updates?  I loathe you for having more than I do.

Do not even get me started on stocks.  See, I'm a firm proponent of picking my own stocks to buy.  I don't have a money manager and I don't follow anyone's stock picks.  My money lives in the stocks that I individually select and buy.


And in my zillion bank accounts.
Some people have a problem with this "stock picking" approach.  They feel that the average person cannot dedicate the time required to fully understand their portfolio without making those efforts a full-time job.

I disagree completely with these people.


Completely.
The problem is that these people with these opinions have done extensive work to prove why their point of view is valid.  For example: here, here, and here

I read articles like the ones above, espousing the workaholic method of stock selection.  I spend the whole time that I am reading the articles wholeheartedly disagreeing with their content and then I finish reading them and immediately dismiss all of the ideas presented.

For example, I disagree completely with the idea that you shouldn't pick your own stocks to invest in, or that you should dedicate an hour a week for EACH stock that you own.


"I've memorized the company motto and read the minutes of the executive retreat.  Only 29 minutes until I can be bored by a different company's weekly corporate records."
I currently dedicate about 10 minutes a day to skimming finance articles, which may or may not have anything to do with stocks I actually own.  On average, I dedicate 0 minutes per week reviewing each stock holding.  I really see no reason to change my ways; I firmly believe that if I obsessed over each stock that I own for an hour each week (I own 19 different stocks at the time of writing, so that would be 19 hours per week), then I would make some terrible investment decisions.


"The COO changed his hair style?!?  SELL EVERYTHING!!!"

I'm either the most knowledgeable investor ever to walk the Earth, or I have need of some serious introspection.  


Need introspection... who, me?
Science comes to the rescue.  It says that I'm probably suffering from a slew of cognitive biases.


It's a convenient way to say that none of this is my fault; it's all my brain's fault.

I may be suffering from the effects of Confirmation Bias.

"Confirmation bias (also called confirmatory bias or myside bias) is the tendency of people to favor information that confirms their beliefs or hypotheses.  People display this bias when they gather or remember information selectively, or when they interpret it in a biased way. The effect is stronger for emotionally charged issues and for deeply entrenched beliefs. People also tend to interpret ambiguous evidence as supporting their existing position."
--Wikipedia
"You're not agreeing with me?  No..."

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!  LA LA LA LA LA LA..."

The confirmation bias could have led me down a path of Attitude Polarization.

"Attitude polarization, also known as belief polarization, is a phenomenon in which a disagreement becomes more extreme as the different parties consider evidence on the issue. It is one of the effects of confirmation bias: the tendency of people to search for and interpret evidence selectively, to reinforce their current beliefs or attitudes. When people encounter ambiguous evidence, this bias can potentially result in each of them interpreting it as in support of their existing attitudes, widening rather than narrowing the disagreement between them."
--Wikipedia
"Look, this chart even shows how right I am."
"Actually, that chart shows that I'm right."

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!  LA LA LA LA LA LA..."

Is it possible to mitigate the effects of my innate cognitive biases?  It is, by deliberately searching out controversial material and then approaching it with open curiosity.



I can do open curiosity.

Here goes.  Let's assume that the workaholic high intensity investor crowd is right.  I shouldn't invest in anything if I'm not willing to put in the incredibly demanding hours of research.  I, the lazy investor, would need to find someone smarter and more dedicated to invest my money for me.  

Fortunately, there are lots of people who are willing to invest my money for me.  
Take mutual funds, for example.  These are the first investment mechanism that I ever learned about, from the book 'The Wealthy Barber' (which I reviewed, here).

Mutual funds--where an investor buys a small percentage of a large basket of shares, managed by a computer or a money manager--are persistently recommended by financial writers.

It's presented as a nice dream.  You, the scared investor, hand your money over to friendly people who dedicate hours and days and months to make sure every penny of your money works its little butt off to grow and multiply.


"Unless you puke, faint or die, keep going!"
In concept, it's fantastic.


I'm cool with delegation.

In practise, it's ineffective and expensive.  The reason is mathematics.  Of all of the traders in the world, roughly half of them will "beat the market" that is, make gains that exceed the gains of all the other stocks.  The other half will not.

All of the mutual fund managers, whether they make your money beat the market or not, will collect their management fee at the end of the year.  These fees can range from moderate 3% to... I don't know that there's a limit.  I guess that fees could go as high as people are willing to pay.

What does that give the investor?  Let's be nice and assume that they get the mutual fund manager with average performance.  This source estimates that the stock market, averaged from 1900, has returned an annual 10.4% per year.

So what happens?

Year 1:
Starting amount: $100.00
Amount at the end of year 1: $110.40
Deduct 3% management fee from end of year amount: $107.09

Let's suppose instead that the investor was a clever person and managed to follow the average market increase.  It is mathematically possible for every person to have average returns.

Year 1:
Starting amount: $100.00
Amount at the end of year 1: $110.40

That doesn't look like much, but it makes a big difference overall.


Following the average yearly return of the market over 30 years, our hypothetical investor's $100 investment could have grown to either $640 or $9,746, depending on the percentage that their mutual fund charged.  Also known as "a big difference overall".  (Message me if you really want to see my calculation spreadsheet.)
But here I go again, putting the high intensity investor's position in a bad light again.  My chart, above, assumes that a regular person can match the performance of a highly educated professional investor!

Let's investigate my assumption.  The following two quotes are from the same source website, MarketWatch.

"Some research I’ve recently come upon clinches it: Fewer than 1% of mutual fund managers persistently beat the market based on superior market-timing or stock-picking skills. --Source"

"And how many of those “best [individual investor] traders” beat the market after expenses? 10%? 20%? Actually, Barber told me, it’s closer to 1%. --Source"

1% of individual traders and 1% of money managers are beating the market.  Kind of seems like professional investors are regular people.


...who should stay away from my money.

I can't do this.  Being open-minded about mutual funds is just too hard for me to wrap my poor brain around.  


"Wait, come back brain!  I'm sorry I tried to be open minded about mutual funds!"
"Leave me alone!"

Fortunately, there is a second option that high intensity investors think is appropriate for normal people who don't read financial reports for fun.

The second option is to buy an index fund, either through a financial manager or as an Exchange Traded Fund (ETFs).

In the spirit of broadening my horizons and making myself a better person, I needed to investigate this approach with open curiosity.  I reluctantly dipped my toe into the unfamiliar waters of the Exchange Traded Funds ocean.  

One small step for a woman, one microscopically insignificant hop for investors everywhere.
I mean that only in the broadest terms, of course. What I actually did was Google "dividend exchange traded fund Canada".

Results popped up, and I read the headings.







I selected a webpage and...

To be continued.

Monday, October 6, 2014

Stop Working, Here’s How You Can! by Derek Foster

In one of my frequent self-improvement-driven efforts, this summer I took a drama class at a local drama school. My goal was to improve my stage presence to the point that I would stop this unpleasant habit that I've had all my life of shrinking into a blob of quivering goo whenever anyone pays too much attention to me.

"I asked her how her day was going."

I guess you could say that the class was a success:  by the end of the session I dredged up enough self-confidence to consider attending the school’s one-year anniversary meet-and-greet function. The word function here is deserving of italics because it’s something that I’m sure posh people do.

And I am clearly a master of blending in with posh people.

Having arrived, I promptly curled up into a tiny ball of quivering goo when nobody at all paid attention to me.

"Who's that?"
"I have no idea."

Progress!

When quivering failed to score me any meaningful social interaction, I unrolled myself and actually talked to some people from my class. I knew that I had found the right people to talk to when I mentioned that I wrote a finance blog and both of their eyes lit up.

"You love investing?  We love it, too!"

“So what’s your investing style?” they asked.

If I’d wanted to actually be posh, I would have answered with highly specific and technical words: dividend investing with a mixture of growth and value stocks.

Instead, what I said was: “Well, I started out by reading all of Derek Foster’s books...”

You’ll notice that the narration trails off there. That is because I trailed off at that point when one of my conversation partners recoiled as if I had just smacked him across the face with a soiled diaper.

"...and I select stocks based on my daily horoscope."

It turns out that my new friends were not fans of Derek Foster.

***

I've taught the controversy; onto the subject.

Stop Working, Here's How You Can! is a good book.  I'll start with that.  It's a interesting, fast read.  It tries very hard to make investing accessible to a person with no investing knowledge.  Most books do the opposite.  They tell you that investing is horrifying and scary and should only be done by people with decades of training.

...and even those people need to wear protective suits.

Derek Foster has written a number of books. It was his first book that I read in University, and that I credit with starting me on the path to putting my money into stocks.

Derek Foster is a personal investor turned investment writer, who credits his investment decisions with allowing him to no longer require a day job by the time that he was 34.

His first book is titled: “Stop Work: Here’s How You Can”

Actually, I think I already know how to not work.

I think I read the book when I was 20. This matters, because it’s very disheartening to read a book on the subject of retiring from the “rat race” at 34 when you are older than 34 and still in the rat race. At
20, the book is motivational.

"2040 is not a year that can possibly ever exist... There must be another way."

How does one retire at 34? One follows Derek Foster’s idiot-proof* plan.

*Note the use of “idiot”, used here because Derek Foster now calls himself the “Idiot Millionaire”, rather than “That guy who retired at 34”. This is because, as many people have subsequently pointed out, he didn't retire at 34. He took a sabbatical and wrote a best-selling finance book at 34, which has somewhat different implications financially.

A subtle difference, I'm sure.
The plan is:

1 – Spend very little money.
2 – Invest the money that you don’t spend into recession-proof dividend-paying stocks of companies that you buy cheaply and then never sell.
3 – Repeat.

This is good advice. It’s the kind of good advice that a parent gives their children, so that the children don’t repeat all of the mistakes that the parents have made.

"Come give me a hug and promise that you will get your university degree in one of the STEM fields.  It's where the money is."

You won't get rich quickly by following his advice.  Even Derek Foster himself didn't follow his own advice.  He used the kinds of methods that many investors use, such as:

- Repeatedly selling off all of his holdings to buy the latest big thing.
- Borrowing on margin to buy stock.
- Selling his stock when the market tanks, famously during the big recession.

Here I go, teaching the controversy again.  If you want to read more, there are other people who can do a better job, here and here.  Ripping Derek Foster apart isn't the point of my review.

It's a good book.  I like it.  I recommend it to friends.

You should read Stop Working, Here's How You Can! if you want:
- An easy-to-read summary of the major market sectors in Canada and some timeless stocks
- References to other interesting books and websites and resources.
- A really good explanation of why dividend stocks are awesome
They're like apple trees!
SWHHYC (a clunky acronym for a clunky title) sells a dream: financial independence; a pension plan for those who don't have one; freedom from work and the whims of the stock market on a given day.

Is the dream wrong?  No.

I endorse both money and retirement.

Could the method be used successfully to attain this dream?  Yes, but not in the time frame that he promises, and not without some very careful lifestyle design.

VERY careful.  (Source)
Do I recommend this book?  Yes.  Believe his personal stories with a grain of salt and enjoy the read.

Monday, September 15, 2014

Am I too old to invest?

It was September. I was in Grade 4 and I was bathed in angst.

Also, bathed in falling leaves; Canada style.
Fourth grade was the senior grade in my junior school, which meant that I among the oldest kids on the playground.  All around me ran young sprouts, full of energy and vitality.

Surrounded by such flagrant displays of youth, I felt old.

"Which way to the old folks home?"

To make matters worse, I could not imagine that there were any adventures left for me in life.  I'd already learned how to read and to do math.  I'd already gotten at least twenty badges as part of Brownies and then quit in a blaze of glory.  My best friend had just moved to the Yukon.

There were no two ways about it; I'd peaked in Grade 2.  The best years of my life were long gone.

I'll spare you the mental calculations; I was 9 years old.

***

Later that year, I moved across the country.  With great difficulty I made a new friend.  One glorious spring day, we were playing in her back yard when her mom called her into the house.

"But I don't want to better myself!  Can't you see that we're trying to breed earthworms?"

Over her whines of protest, my friend was made to practice what I instantly decided was the world's coolest musical instrument.

Pictured: coolness.

My friend's parents didn't know that they had created a monster.

"I want to learn the violin!"
"Why couldn't you want to learn something normal... like the trombone?  Do stores even sell violins?"
"Pretty please can I learn the violin?"
"We'll have think about it.  Maybe you should try taking up a sport instead."
"Violin!  Violin!!  Violin!!!"
"Play the game!"

I was 10 when my persistence won over my parents, who bought me a violin and enrolled me in lessons.



My elation was short-lived.  I soon realized that I was too old to be learning the violin.  Most of the children who played violin had started in Suzuki before 5.

"I didn't even know that they made violins that big!"

Surrounded by tiny violinists, I felt old.

***

At 23, I took on a few violin students as a side job.  The students I got were around my own age, the sorts of people find a violin teacher on Kijiji.

"Good job!  Fist bump!"

One day, one my students asked me how long I had been playing the violin.  I had to think for a minute.  (Since turning 20, I always have to calculate my age based on my birth year.)

"I started when I was ten," I said.  "So, I've played for 13 years."


I watched my student's eyes bug.  I watched as her face as she wondered if she was too old to be playing the violin, since I had started so "young".

***

I was also 23 when I started getting serious about investment.  I'd thought about it for years and read a few books, but I was 23 when I actually got a brokerage account and started buying things.

"Today is the day that I meet my destiny!"

Then, I reread my investment book and came to an uncomfortable realization.  The author, who promised that I could retire in my 30's by following his advice, had actually started investing while he was in university.  I was over 5 years late!  I was way too old to start investing.  I had totally missed the boat!

"It is best if your parents start a trust fund for you while you are still gestating.  If you must start investing from scratch as an adult, know that your life will be composed of nothing but pain." --investment book.
I decided that late was better than never.  I didn't let my advanced age stop me.

***

I'm 29 and I've had more midlife crises than a grey-haired 55-year-old in a red sports car with their trophy spouse.

"I couldn't decide between James and Antonio.  So I married both of them."
Surely by now, I am immune to age-related angst.

I turn 30 next summer.  We'll see.