Why Dani Rodrik’s daughter should impersonate her father’s blog all of the time:
And now I’m jamming out to the music on my iPhone in celebration while my daughter is coping with her crap iPod from 1923. You should see me play the air guitar.. mm hmm magic flows from my fingers. And I’m sure you can’t wait to see me dance because that is, of course, the main attraction. When I start my daughters are so overjoyed that they have to step outside for a little. They tell me that it’s because they don’t want to be seen with me, but I know it’s really to suppress their misery that this gene was not passed on to them.
Who better to know that ‘densely-packed, economically-filled brain’?