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Jumbo Loans And White Elephants: Will The Pace Pick Up? ... Ok, so I have to give you a little bit of history about the origin of the phrase white elephant.  It really has nothing to do with mortgage lending, but it’s a cool information nugget to know.  Per Wikipedia (yes, again),  in the tales from the Buddhist scriptures, Buddha’s mother dreamt of a white elephant giving her a lotus flower on the eve of Buddha’s birth.  Thus, in Southeast Asia, it became a status symbol to own a white elephant (basically a requirement if you were some type of royalty).  However, due to being sacred and all, the owner couldn’t have the white elephant actually do any work or labor to offset its keep.  Ever wonder how much food an elephant can consume a day?  Think of the clean up after it eats!  You not only get to feed the beast constantly, but you also have nothing to show for it when you’re done.  You get the picture... So, my analogy of there being a few white elephants in the real estate market right now is due in part to the jumbo rates not being so hot as of late.  Loans below $417,000 are sold into mortgage backed securities.  But jumbo loans are sold into private backed securities.  And unfortunately due to the debacle in the mortgage industry that occurred in markets such as Florida, Nevada and California (where a lot of loan sizes are above $417K), there’s not a great appetite for the jumbo loan.  It’s kind of like jumbo loans are liver and spinach on the menu.  A few people will buy that stuff, but it’s not as popular as the cheeseburger....

Isolate city spread alongside water,
Posted with white towers, she keeps her face
Half-turned to Europe, lonely northern daughter,
Holding through centuries her separate place.
—Philip Larkin (1922–1986)

I think that our villages will bear to be contrasted only with one another, not with nature. I have no great respect for the writer’s taste, who talks easily about beautiful villages, embellished, perchance, with a “fulling-mill,” “a handsome academy,” or a meeting-house, and “a number of shops for the different mechanic arts”; where the green and white houses of the gentry, drawn up in rows, front on a street of which it would be difficult to tell whether it is most like a desert or a long stable-yard. Such spots can be beautiful only to the weary traveler, or the returning native,—or, perchance, the repentant misanthrope; not to him who, with unprejudiced senses, has just come out of the woods, and approaches one of them, by a bare road, through a succession of straggling homesteads where he cannot tell which is the almshouse.
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

For should your hands drop white and empty
All the toys of the world would break.
—John Frederick Nims (b. 1913)