The strange thing about being in Dublin, apart from the amazing beauty of this place, is the sense of dislocation. I had thought I was truly away, but it seems I was wrong.
For me, being a prof at New York University normally means a steady stream of work, responsibilities, meetings. So you would think that being in Dublin would provide a respite from such things.
But apparently (to borrow a phrase from a recent U.S. president), I am a Decider. People ask me things and then, based on what I say, they make decisions. Some of those decisions involve questions about how to spend money.
And that means I am responsible, wherever I happen to be in the world, for budget. There is, it would seem, no escape.
Alas and alack.