I was out of contact for five days, four of which were holiday or weekend, and it still took me over two hours to deal with all the accumulated emails and messages.

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).