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Today’s Fortune: Consider selling ad space on your forehead.

Dennard Dayle

03 Jan 2024 — 4 min read

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Japan faced quakes, fires, crashes, and a plague of frogs.

US water facilities still run Norton Antivirus demos.

Claudine Gay lost the Game of Thrones.

Nikki Haley marketed my Civil War book.

I get twenty dollars if Richard Branson’s on the logs.

Microscopic brain-repair robots made up for living through the above.

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You know how the 1950’s are a stock parody era? You’re in another one. Enjoy it. They’ll be making fun of us in space.

The cold? Easy, and currently nonexistant. Shorter days? Betrayal.

My internal clock’s set to Nairobi. I could blame work or leisure, but I think it’s just what happens when I’m in charge. I never grew past bingeing comics/insane manifestos past curfew.

Now winter’s challenge isn’t frozen fingers, or that white stuff that used to fall from the sky. It’s vitamin D fading from memory. The sun’s still out when I get up, but I can only drag myself through email and dumbbells at the start of the day. Apollo’s punched out by the time I step out.

In short, I lucked out demographically. Otherwise I’d look like Marilyn Manson.

It’s funny where you find hope. Here’s a lifting family story to start the year.

My dad wasn’t ~~the best guy~~ ~~headed to heaven~~ ~~a human~~ much fun, but I remember our best moment. A literal walk in the park.

I’d just been dumped, and sulked as my age demanded. He saw an opening. Dad had strong opinions on love, voting, and who deserved either. He held proud eye contact as he pitched cutting an amendment for our intellectual future.

And marched right into a tree. Headfirst. I’d never seen anyone eat bark like that before, and haven’t since. Pure magic. The light I needed to move on.

It still makes me smile.