**Why Brookfield Stock is Having Its “Brookfield Moment” Globally** Alright, listen up, finance fanatics and casual investors! There’s a new sheriff in town, and its name is Brookfield. No, not the quirky town in Wisconsin, but Brookfield Asset Management, the Canadian multinational giant that’s been making waves in the stock market. But why is everyone…
Tom Skinner, the Man Who Accidentally United the Planet (and Still Owes €4.50 in International Parking Fines) By the time the sun rose over Reykjavík last Tuesday, Tom Skinner had already been trending in seventeen languages for six hours. Not bad for a 38-year-old civil servant from Norwich whose only previous brush with global fame…
Cagliari – Inter: A Sardinian Punch-Up Heard ’Round the World By [Redacted] – Senior Correspondent, Dave’s Locker Foreign Desk Cagliari, 21 May – If you squinted hard enough from the cheap seats of the Unipol Domus, you could almost mistake the Mediterranean for a gigantic blue Bloomberg terminal. Every ripple seemed to report live currency…
KENYON SADIQ AND THE AGE OF THE BORDERLESS SCANDAL Dave’s Locker International | 600 words There are only two kinds of global citizens left: those who have never heard of Kenyon Sadiq, and those who pretend they haven’t. From the glass towers of Singapore to the crumbling cafés of Algiers, the name now circulates like…
Tokyo Open: Where Neon Dreams and Geopolitical Schemes Share the Same Taxi By Dave’s Far-East Correspondent, nursing a ¥2,000 vending-machine coffee TOKYO—The “Tokyo Open” sounds, at first sniff, like another polite tennis tournament where ball-boys bow deeper than the baseline. In 2024, however, the phrase has swollen into an umbrella term covering everything from Japan’s…
American Express: The Green-Card Colossus That Runs on Champagne and Existential Dread By the time you land in Singapore, the flight attendants have already whispered to one another that your Platinum card is the only thing standing between you and a complimentary extra peanut. From the marble atrium of Heathrow Terminal 5 to a yak-butter…
Euro Millions Results: A Global Audit of Hope, Taxation, and the Art of Pretending Tuesday Is Special LISBON—Every Tuesday and Friday at 20:45 CET, a cluster of television cameras in a nondescript studio here performs humanity’s most reliable miracle: turning spare change into colossal disappointment at continental scale. The latest Euro Millions draw—€144 million jackpot,…
**The Sorcerer’s Apprentice of Wall Street: Howard Rubin’s Global Game of Mirrors** *By Our Correspondent Somewhere Between Luxembourg and a Hangover* Somewhere south of Manhattan—where the Hudson still pretends to be a river and not a liquid ledger—Howard Rubin used to sit in a trading room so aggressively air-conditioned his colleagues kept ski masks in…
By the time you finish this sentence, the word “aberg” will have been Googled in 37 languages, meme-ified on six continents, and politely ignored by the three governments that actually know what it means. Welcome to the latest linguistic contagion to slip past customs without declaring anything more dangerous than curiosity. Aberg began life as…
Plastic Sovereigns: How a Sliver of Laminated Debt Conquered the Planet By Our Correspondent Who Still Owes Dinner in Three Currencies In the predawn gloom of a São Paulo favela and the fluorescent glare of a Stockholm co-working space, the same ritual unfolds: a thumb hovers, a chip meets a reader, and a tiny electronic…
The World Watches Marion County, Population 65,920, Like It’s the Last Honest Place on Earth By Dave’s Foreign Correspondent, filing from somewhere with better coffee Marion County—nestled in that geopolitical afterthought known as “central Iowa”—has spent the last 170 years perfecting the art of looking irrelevant. Its biggest city is Pella, famous for windmills that…
Ken Griffin’s Empire: How a Floridian Billionaire Quietly Became the World’s Landlord, Art Curator, and Bond Vigilante When Citadel’s founder emerged from the 2008 rubble clutching a $4 billion personal profit while Iceland was still on fire, most observers filed him under “American hedge-fund chap—ignore accordingly.” Fifteen years later, Griffin’s fingerprints are on everything from…
