Newmark's Door

Posting will resume on Wednesday.

Some good ones listed. I read--at least occasionally--about 20 on the list.

A while back someone objected to the "Things one middle-aged economist finds interesting" tagline to this blog. He wrote, "You're not middle-aged anymore; you're old!" I replied that when I started the blog I was middle-aged and out of respect for tradition didn't intend to change the line.

But now, with this, I have science on my side.

I wonder how these people are counted in measures of economic growth and inequality. And is this an equilibrium? How long can it last?

You might want to check it out:

The point of this blog is to watch, and analyze the death of the progressive model using the lens of classical liberalism. . . .

Maddog is trained as a pipe fitter, welder, a paper maker, wilderness medical technician, equipment operator, historian, and attorney with specialty in administrative, appellate, construction, medical, and workers' compensation.

And that doesn't consider the awesome list of activities and accomplishments of Maddog's wife.

(Full disclosure: Maddog has been reading the Door for a while and has linked to, and commented on, entries here.)

. . . and they'll be no new posts until Monday.

(If you're disappointed about that, please note that this blog currently has over 17,000 posts and over 16,000 comments. Have you read them all?)

John C. Dvorak predicts sponsored posts--"native advertising"--will take over the Web and "In the future everything you read will be unreliable, except for the few marginalized nooks of real information."

(Just so you know: the Door has not, is not now, and will never accept sponsored posts.)

A blog presenting excerpts from great papers in economics, math, physics and statistics.

If you had trouble accessing this site over the last week, I apologize. My blog software and hosting company, Typepad.com--usually excellent; I strongly recommend it--has suffered a very nasty distributed-denial-of-service attack. I hope the worst is over now. 

I, for one, am not at all sorry to see them go.