In Love, Actually, aging rocker Billy Mack keeps slipping back into the old lyrics. “You did it again, Bill,” his manager groans. Billy shrugs: “It’s just that I know the old version so well.”
That’s the Federal Reserve. That’s Jerome Powell. He learned the Exxon–GM–three-networks version so well that he keeps singing it while the orchestra has gone electric, wireless, remote. Inputs were predictable; outputs arrived with a bow. You sat at Jackson Hole and pronounced. But the modern economy is atomized, software-paced, real-time....