Debora Estrella: A Name for the End of the World By Our Correspondent in Transit, Somewhere Between Time Zones and Existential Dread If you’ve never heard of Debora Estrella, congratulations—you still possess the innocence the rest of us surrendered at the last global summit, the one where the coffee was ethically sourced but the futures…
The Curious Case of Marcela Borges, or How One Brazilian Judge Accidentally Became the World’s Most Expensive Speed Bump By our São Paulo correspondent, still nursing a hangover from the 2013 protests RIO DE JANEIRO – Somewhere between the Amazon’s slow-motion deforestation and the daily carnival of Brazilian politics, a 42-year-old federal judge named Marcela…
The Makai Lemon: A Tiny Fruit’s Grand Tour Through the Collapsing World Order By Correspondent-at-Large, Dave’s Locker International Desk First spotted wilting on a Sri Lankan spice dock in 2019, the “makai lemon”—a golf-ball-sized citrus that tastes like a lime that’s been ghost-peppered by regret—has since become the unofficial mascot of global supply-chain trauma. What…
Fogerty’s Creedence: The Last American Soundtrack Playing in a Planet-Wide Waiting Room By “Globetrotting” Gustave Serrano, filed from an airport lounge whose PA system still thinks “Proud Mary” is a boarding call Somewhere between the duty-free tequila and the vinyl reissue stand at Heathrow’s Terminal 5, John Fogerty’s nasal rasp leaks out like contraband nostalgia….
Tulsa, Oklahoma—population roughly the same as Reykjavík plus a decent football stadium—has once again become a global barometer, not for oil futures or evangelical voter turnout, but for the simple fact that its weather behaved like a drunk diplomat at a climate summit: unpredictably, loudly, and with collateral damage. Last Tuesday’s softball-sized hail turned sedans…
In the spring of 2025, governments from Reykjavík to Rabat will once again reach into the same threadbare pocket and pull out a fistful of freshly minted cost-of-living payments—those discreet fiscal love-taps meant to convince citizens that inflation is just a passing mood swing. The sums vary: Berlin dishes out €300 per adult, Jakarta opts…
Washington, D.C.—a city that once prided itself on exporting democracy and importing lobbyists—took a brief respite from its usual grift on Saturday night to host the Great Transatlantic Transfusion known as DC United v. Inter Miami. On paper, it was Major League Soccer fixture #17. In practice, it was a geopolitical séance where a club…
South Carolina vs Missouri: A Diplomatic Incident Disguised as a Football Game By Our Man in the Cheap Seats, Geneva Bureau Chief GENEVA—The Treaty of Westphalia, the Congress of Vienna, and now, apparently, Williams-Brice Stadium on a humid Saturday night. While the world’s chancelleries were busy drafting stern communiqués about supply chains and semiconductor embargos,…
Another Day, Another Script: The ABC10 Shooting as Global Re-run By Our Man in the Cheap Seats, Somewhere Over the Pacific The shots that rang out near Sacramento’s ABC10 studios on Tuesday didn’t even crack the top-three trend on Weibo; Xi’s economic “bazooka” and Messi’s ankle were busy hogging the pixels. Still, the incident—one dead,…
Casualty, n. – a word the world keeps in its back pocket like a crumpled receipt for something it never meant to buy. From Kyiv’s shell-pocked maternity wards to California’s smouldering subdivisions, the term is waved about by generals, insurers, and TikTok livestreamers alike, each polishing the same grim syllables until they shine with bespoke…
West Virginia vs. Kansas: A Territorial Tempest the World Pretends Not to Notice By Our Man in the Middle of Nowhere, Dave’s Locker International Desk Morgantown, Friday, 03:14 UTC—While the rest of the planet busies itself with minor trifles like the collapse of global supply chains and the small matter of who gets to keep…
Russian Jets Drop in on Poland—Uninvited, Unapologetic, and Just in Time for Tea By Dave’s Locker International Desk WARSAW—It started like any other Tuesday: commuters scrolling memes, baristas foaming oat milk, and the usual NATO radar operators sipping industrial-strength coffee while pretending to monitor every cubic inch of sky from the Baltic to Bratislava. Then,…
