PARIS—Every dawn, roughly three billion smartphones cough up the same sugary sentence: “Today, Mercury pirouettes into retrograde, so avoid signing contracts.” From Lagos laundromats to Lapland saunas, humanity greets the morning by asking a glowing rectangle permission to exist. Astrology, once the pastime of bored Babylonian bureaucrats, has metastasized into a planetary ritual—equal parts coping…
Heathrow: The World’s Largest Holding Pen for the Chronically Optimistic By our man in Terminal 5, nursing lukewarm espresso and existential dread LONDON—Somewhere between the perfume cloud at Duty Free and the slow-motion riot that is UK Border Control, Heathrow Airport quietly asserts itself as the planet’s most democratic purgatory. It doesn’t matter if you…
FC 26: The World’s Newest Shared Delusion By Dave’s Foreign Correspondent-at-Large (currently self-medicating in three time zones) They say football is the universal language; if so, FC 26 is the latest dialect everyone suddenly claims to be fluent in. From smoke-choked cyber-cafés in Lagos to glassy fintech lounges in Singapore, the initials are being dropped…
StubHub: The Global Bazaar Where Fandom Meets Financial Darwinism Dave’s Locker – International Desk Somewhere in a fluorescent-lit call center in Manila, a twenty-three-year-old named Lito is reassuring a Belgian Swiftie that yes, her €1,200 “platinum circle” ticket for Singapore’s National Stadium is genuine, despite the PDF looking suspiciously like it was cooked up on…
SCOTUS Goes Global: How Nine Robed Americans Quietly Decide the Temperature of the Planet by Lucía “Lucky” Valenti, Senior Cynic-at-Large, Dave’s Locker There is a small, marbled building in Washington whose air-conditioning bill rivals the GDP of Belize. Inside, nine mortals in black polyester gowns spend their days deciding whether the rest of us may…
Arundhati Roy, India’s One-Woman UN General Assembly with Better Hair If the world were a slightly fairer place, Arundhati Roy would be collecting frequent-flier miles for every border her mind has crossed without a visa. Instead, the 62-year-old writer-activist collects court cases the way philatelists hoard stamps—methodically, obsessively, and with a faint air of amusement…
Roxanne Perez and the Global Gladiator Economy by L. Marín, Senior Correspondent, Somewhere Over the Mid-Atlantic If you squint hard enough from the window of a red-eye leaving JFK, you can almost see the entire planet orbiting around a 23-year-old in neon kneepads. Roxanne Perez—born Carla Gonzalez in the Rio Grande Valley, now billed from…
Paddy Pimblett and the Global Gladiator Economy By Dave’s Locker International Desk Liverpool’s own Paddy “The Baddy” Pimblett, a man whose hairline looks like it’s been negotiating Brexit since 2016, walked into the Octagon last Saturday night and did what the World Bank, the IMF, and three successive U.S. administrations have failed to do: he…
Derrick Henry’s Fumble: A Tiny Football Stumble, a Monumental Metaphor for Planet Earth By the time the Tennessee Titans’ human freight-train coughed up the ball in the red zone last Sunday, it was already past midnight in Kyiv, lunchtime in Shanghai, and—crucially—beer-thirty in every sports bar from Nashville to Naples. Derrick Henry’s fumble was not…
Super Bowl LIX landed in New Orleans last night like a gaudy asteroid, trailing 200 million television viewers, a month-long security lockdown, and enough corporate cash to refinance a medium-sized republic. From São Paulo flats to Mumbai bars, humans who will never see an American football in person stayed up past decency to watch grown…
Istanbul – Somewhere between the kebab smoke and the sangria haze, Turkey and Spain have decided to flirt again. The rendezvous is billed as a “strategic partnership summit,” which in diplomatic French means “let’s see how much we can irritate everyone else while pretending we’re just talking trade.” The rest of the world, of course,…
Kenneth Gainwell, the Memphis-born running back whose surname sounds like a self-help seminar for hedge-fund managers, is currently the most geopolitically intriguing 5-foot-9, 200-pound American in cleats. While the planet debates tariffs, tundra melt, and whether this year’s Eurovision will be decided by tactical drone strikes, Gainwell quietly embodies the late-capitalist paradox: a man whose…
