this week i

moved into a penthouse.  you ask google which is the best continent and it thinks maybe you want breakfast.


this week i

ate a homecooked meal then slept a few minutes on one of two abandoned mattresses in ulisse's third bedroom before ayo drove us to the airport.  departing immigration officer asked me to buy him a coffee, i smiled broadly and repeated je non comprais pas as clumsily as possible.  touch down at noon, bags to the hotel with the pool, taxi to where i found realtors hanging out on the street november twenty sixteen.  where are the rental agents?  are you a rental agent?  i found pierre, i trusted pierre.  good friday, everything slow.  we toured what he could muster in one day that matched my hand-written list, nothing suitable.  back to the hotel, marlene looked nice for me and couldn't help but smile.  we ordered room service, ptfo.  woke before dawn, still unsettled, reserved on airbnb, called pierre to apologize, and that was the end of it.

paid a taxi six dollars to get as close as recollection allowed. searched my telephone during the cab ride and google said, "you visited here one year ago" to a familiar-on-the-map breadshop on the skeletal electronic road.  bingo, but still a mile away.  little rivers of plastic blocked the vehicle so continued on foot alongside children shrieking, "the white" in the early evening.  found my way to eric who recognized me, was amazed, invited me for a big beer or a small beer.  his friend delphin talked politics and shook my hand whenever he agreed with something i said.  a warm evening.


this week i

learned the kids abbreviate thank you (merci) with mr6 (mer sees).  understanding people's secondhand clothing is my african superpower.

brought some toys, not that one, then petite amusement park, indian dinner, french dessert.

searched "a change is gonna do me good" and page one google said etta james, etta james, etta james.  sorry, looking for elton john's honky cat.


this week i

witnessed failure in quality control.  at the logical extreme of teaching to the test, the kids forgo primary school to master the marshmallow test.

mustn't be coincidence but madagascar off mozambique not namibia.
remember my earliest adult conversation, subject: joe cocker's rendition of you can leave your hat on.  me: why is he saying you can leave your hat on?  my mother: because he's a pervert.

genuinely couldn't remember which romance language arrivederci comes from.  oh.  mine.

walked between bakerie, bought the only two macarons in the nation.


(1) the history of the uk census

(2) the governing banquet

(3) the justice system

prosecutors are "the most powerful actors in the criminal justice system," pfaff writes, yet they are largely unregulated.  police, by contrast, operate mostly in public, and they are constrained by the fourth and fifth amendments and regular judicial oversight.  judges must explain their decisions in writing, which are then subject to appellate review.  legislators are accountable to the people for their actions, which are duly recorded and easily tracked.  but prosecutors act behind a veil of secrecy.  we know almost nothing about how they decide whether to charge a defendant.  there is no requirement that they offer any explanation for their decisions

the most important reforms are likely to be cultural


this week i

published on women's coverage, access, affordability, sexual, reproductive health in 2017.

text-mined all day sunday, code here.  the language hasn't changed much since the start of record-keeping, from a bird's eye view at least.

watched a short authoritative summary of map projection flaws.

walked in breezy mid-march while the city still hovers near perfect weather.  dude had a grill and some chicken [poulet] so i gave him $1.80 and he asked me some questions i could not understand.  "je nau parle pa la francessa.  je suis americain"  more [unintelligible, french] then flame on.  i've known ulisse since the twilight of the bush administration.  his brother ayo saw me on the street, came up to say hello, mostly with laughter.  laughricans.  knowing a local earned street cred with grillmaster, he was happy to cook me some chicken [poulet] because i belonged on that dusty sideroad at that sunset.  dakarois, nous etions.  charcoals finished their work, chicken [poulet] vendor started iterating through the condiments.  "pimant?" [pepper]  "oui, boku"  "mayonnaise?" [mayonnaise] "no, merci."  took my pouch of onion-marinated chicken [poulet] half a block to watch the kids playing soccer, sat down to pick out of the aluminum foil with my hands.  poulet vous couchez avec moi ce soir and then gelato for dessert.


this week i

updated our work on medical expenditure burden and poverty measurement, both for seniors.

live down the street from a donkey charity.

 noticed new graffiti at the end of my block.  senegalese feel tall like they're not even trying.

want a big goofy car like this somedays sometimes.

read about starvation as a weapon of war.  the author spoke with the newshour.

don't be fooled by pictures showing hungry people in arid landscapes: the weather had nothing to do with the famine


this week i

learned that samuel morse, inventor of morse code, painted this portrait of eli whitney, inventor of the cotton gin.


(1) findings from sipp

the overall unemployment rate, which is a fairly good proxy for how hard it is to find work, was almost twice as high in 2009 as in 1996.  yet the number of families getting tanf in 2009 was less than half the number getting afdc in 1996

(2) music access

 spotify estimates that fully four million of the songs it carries have never been streamed, not even once

(3) churchill defies the biographer

 at the height of the war the american ambassador to the court of st. james's was sleeping with the prime minister's daughter, and the president's special envoy was sleeping with the prime minister's daughter-in-law.  special relationships indeed

a sharp dissonance emerges between churchill as the jovial bulldog of popular american imagination and the somber reality of a life scarred by bitterness and tragedy: in all, suicides close to churchill included a brother-in-law, a former stepfather, a daughter's estranged lover, a former daughter-in-law, a son-in-law, and a daughter

(4) el-sisi

twenty prisons have been built since sisi took power

(5) a/b testing in modern campaigns

 we have three major voter suppression operations under way


this week i

voted against berlusconi.

haven't settled on a dream home, but there's a projector in it somewhere.

moved the national longitudinal surveys back into the green column, then revised the user-edit button post-processing.

spent the night out.  divorcee, taller than me, lots of laughter.  thick red lipstick and i asked her to wash it off, she did.  she tried on a yellow dress, then pink.  i said yellow and she overruled.  when your date knows a city better than you, you become lorraine bracco during the courtship scenes.


this week i

boiled eight kettles to fill ten-liters to bathe with warm water.

caption: can't wait for the omelette.  murder on the orient eggspress.

read about owls - owls have the night pretty much to themselves, as far as birds are concerned - and the life of robert b silversa very broad church with a narrow entrance marked: if it's good.


this week i

wonder if typo or nae nae.

ate sandwiches wrapped in italian giornale.  delicious because extra msg.

slept in saly.


this week i

published on medicare out-of-pocket spending and health coverage by race and ethnicity.

ate some fish, drank some whiskey.

 run past corniche ouest each morning.  dakar's public exercise equipment looks like someone got their hands on a simcity cheat code.

 hopped in a share taxi to thies pronounced chess.  that tuareg in front of us doesn't look berber..

..oh look, the romneys!

walked around the dusty little city for five hours.  nothing there.  back by sunset.