My grandmother was born in 1911 in Shepetivka, Ukraine, when it was part of the Russian empire. At a time of pogroms against the Jewish population, she fled to the US after WWI, following her father who had made it to New York before the war.

I only just realised that there are two different von Mises.

Things made a lot more sense when I discovered that statistician Richard was different from his brother, free-market-musketeer Ludwig.

(Perhaps I should have written “I was today years old when…” but I couldn’t quite bring myself to do that.)

Was just asked by a funding agency for whom I have written a grant review to change “young researcher” to “early career researcher”. I think this was a good catch and an appropriate request, but still somehow feels weird.

I have now been living, working, teaching, writing, and researching in the UK for twenty years, from just pre-9/11 to post-Brexit and mid-pandemic.

It’s home, though I’d describe myself as a Londoner, rather than British. And I’m still a foreigner (though my kids aren’t).

Every time I listen to, say, “Here Comes The Sun”, or “Something”, I think how maddening it must have been for George Harrison to know that he was only the third best songwriter in the Beatles.

Took advantage of the first truly beautiful Spring day to wander down to Canbury Gardens for lunch — and found them filming #TedLasso (one of our favorites, and not just because they make it in the neighborhood).

To slightly misappropriate an excellent phrase from politics here in the UK, McConnell’s appalling, unsurprising and self-serving near-simultaneous acquittal and condemnation of Trump is the purest example of cakeism — and it will probably work.