Wednesday, December 10, 2003

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what I dislike about giving

There are things I like about gift giving. But the things I dislike are economic. But not in the way you might think.


I have had many a talk with myself (and others) about gifts and giving. The things I dislike have to do with economics. It's not that I don't like spending the money. That isn't really it. I'm probably happiest when it is entirely appropriate to simply give a check and be done with it. I like to give people things that they appreciate and need or want and I don't begrudge the money or with to spend it on myself.

It's about the economic value. When you buy something the economic value plummets. This happens even if you buy that thing for yourself. [Ed. note: This is especially true of art. Don't ever let anyone tell you it is an investment.]

When you buy something for someone else, there is an additional factor at work. Not only is the thing immediately worth less but, because you are trying to buy what someone else wants and anticipate the maximum value or your money for their desire, you miss the mark often enough. There is a gap of efficiency that makes the gift immediately worth less than something you'd bought for yourself. If you add to that the fact that you are buying at an arbitrary time (Christmas, birthday) rather than when you encounter an entirely appropriate gift, then the gap widens.

I have long suspected this wrenching gap of waste. A few years ago I tried to atune my friends and relatives to a less, um, timely receiving of gifts so that I could find ones that were somehow better. I have struggled mightily with the whole gifting thing. Even when it is a wedding or something and there is a registry I wonder about it. Did the happy couple just randomly scan stuff that they will now be amazed to see materialized in their home? Will the reality of the green towels that they in fact picked out and you bought from the computer sight unseen contribute to the subtle decline of their happiness?

I am not the only one to see this sad loss of value when money is turned into things, especially things for others. I actually clipped an article from The Economist which addressed this very thing. It is a short but pithy article which you could see online for a hefty fee. It is from the December 22nd 2001 issue of the magazine.

It seems that what is no surprise to us nonprofessionals ("ties go unworn and books unread") has been studied by professionals. Turns out that "even if a gift is enjoyed, it may not be what the recepient would have bought had they spent the money themselves." No kidding.

So, says here, in 1993 Joel Waldfogel, a Yale economist, studied this. His results were not surprising: "on average, a gift was valued by the recepient well below the price paid by the giver." Since few of us would pay what we actually paid for something after trying it out (with exceptions of course) it's completely unsurprising that when we, according to this unattributed article, try to "guess her preferences" we fail even worse than with our own purchases. (Yes, they used the feminine pronoun to modify it and I couldn't figure out whether that was a nod to being PC or else a subtle lack thereof implying that most readers were male and most gift recipients they'd be thinking about therefore female, implying that readers were male and heterosexual. But, I digress.)

My own experience has some real low points in gifting. A red tie for my brother-in-law, that Weight Talker II I spoke about a while ago. (Although the latter turned out to be worth a lot to me when it sadly returned to roost. This is not the only example I have of gifts coming back. Most aren't as happy.)

But the funny thing is this economist studied it. "The most conservative estimate put the average receiver's valuation at 90% of the buying price. The missing 10% is what economists call a deadweight loss." Seems a deadweight loss (I love this term) is "a waste of resources that could be averted without making anyone worse off."

They actually studied the difference in effect based on how close giver and recepient were, the difference in age and such. The article points out that literally billions is being "wasted" annually in gift-giving.

The article ends up on an upbeat note, however. And how could it do otherwise in a free market country's economic mouthpiece in the pre-Christmas issue? Yep, they dig out the pearl that will save the season and let consumers spend their way to prosperity (or is that the poorhouse?). Yep. To quote: "Gift-giving, some economists think, is a process that adds value to an item over and above what it would otherwise be worth to the recipient....Hence a wedding ring is more valuable to its owner that to a jeweller, and the imprint of a child's hand on dried clay is priceless to a loving grandparent." Winding up, they comment that we should choose gifts with high sentimental value. "As economists have studied hard to tell you, it's the thought that counts."

But don't go to the mall to do it. Actually, we were in the mall to look at bedspreads and nightstands for ourselves. I couldn't find anything that pleased me for heaven's sake. Never mind others. I saw piles of special tables of gifts for the holidays. Oh, my. What crap. But, hey, sometimes gifts work. Once someone called my 'Santa Claus' because I found just what she wanted. And my love, FFP? He's getting boxer shorts. Now if he just likes the patterns I pick out.

 

 

 

 

JUST TYPING

A gift.
A present.
A hit.
A miss.
Gayly-wrapped.
Well thought out.
Returns.
Rejects.

 

 

 

 

 

Food Diary.


breakfast

nothing

lunch

a bunch of tuna fish salad

snacks

some low-fat dip and a bunch of tortilla chips

some cheddar cheese


dinner

couple of bowls of salad with greens, spinach, mozzarella, artichoke hearts, carrots, onions, dressing
salmon with capers
white wine

Today I
- felt pretty hungry before I ate dinner and I kept snacking after I was allegedly fed.

 

 

 


 

Time flies....

I added minutes to my day by doing water aerobics but nothing else at the club. Yup, I just showered and went home and got my last few Christmas mailers together. I took them to the post office and I mailed some stuff to my relatives in Colorado. I went back to the bed store to take them a prescription FFP got from his chiropractor yesterday. Turns out, you don't have to pay tax on a medical device that you need for your back.

Somehow the afternoon slipped away. I know that I took some pictures of my construction, messed with the WEB, corrected some things in my mailing list and ate lunch. Mostly, I shopped for Christmas gifts online and exchanged e-mail with one of my nieces about gifts. FFP went to a mall and thought he'd found some comforters and bedside tables for the room. I said buy them if you are sure when he called. He wasn't but he decided I should go back with him and we did that. Whoa...the mall was a horrible, spooky experience. Nothing looked right for the room to me in the department stores and we got lost in one and couldn't get out. We did find exits to the parking lot but we weren't parked on that side and, during our search we asked a clerk how to get to the mall. She asked us if we meant "the mall mall?" and pointed vaguely to her left. Shortly after we met another couple who asked if we knew how to get out. In the parking lot there were thousands of grackles, not only in some trees but just sitting on the ground. They were surrounding some cars. Fortunately, not ours. I saw odd things for sale no one needs. FFP braved the traffic to get us out of there and we went to Fresh Plus in Hyde Park to get some salad stuff. I could barely breathe.

At home, we cooked and ate and cleaned up and watched TV and dozed with wine. How do people shop those stores. Yikes. I may have to reinstate my rule that I only shop where I can park right in front of a more or less rectangular store.

Truly the day held promise of being the one where I get things straightened up and organized in my office. But I didn't make a dent. The noise and confusion of the remodel was disconcerting, too. Guys were crawling all through the attic tracing electrical stuff. But...I must soon figure out how to get more done while all this goes on.

 

 
 

 

Reading.

I read both some old and some current newspapers but not much of that.

 

 

 

nothing

 

 

Exercise


one hour water aerobics

 

 

 

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Felt OK today. Ate too much late and too little early in the day. Mood all right except for a very strange feeling in the mall like I couldn't breathe!

     

It's a Tangled
Web we weave...these
days of our lives.

One year ago
"But when you are retired, you might be all sweaty or in the middle of something genuinely interesting when lunch time comes. Or dinner time, for that matter. This causes a spiral toward hermithood."

Two years ago

"So, yeah, my cold or whatever it is seems stupid. Not worthy of notice. But still taking over my days."

 

 

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