**The OG Trailer: Humanity’s 90-Second Attention Span Goes Global** In a world where nuclear powers can’t agree on basic facts and climate change is apparently negotiable, humanity has finally found something we can all share: the compulsive need to watch grainy footage of movies that don’t exist yet. The “OG trailer”—that first tantalizing glimpse of…
Wayne Matthews III Has Entered the Chat, and the Planet May Never Be the Same By Our Correspondent Somewhere Between a NATO Briefing and a Bangkok Street Stall When a 28-year-old from suburban Atlanta decides to turn his family’s modest industrial-chemicals firm into a planetary-scale meme, the rest of us are morally obliged to watch—like…
Palmeiras vs Fortaleza: The Beautiful Game’s Ugly Mirror to a Splintering World By our man in São Paulo, nursing a caipirinha and an existential crisis The fixture itself sounds almost quaint—Palmeiras versus Fortaleza, two football clubs separated by 2,700 kilometers of Brazilian asphalt, rainforest, and political shouting matches. Yet last night’s 1-1 draw at Allianz…
Alex Michelsen: The Accidental Emissary of a World That Forgot How to Care In the grand tradition of overnight sensations nobody asked for, 19-year-old American tennis phenom Alex Michelsen has sprinted onto the ATP tour with the grace of a caffeinated gazelle and the subtlety of a tax audit. To the average citizen of this…
Dodger, noun: a person who artfully sidesteps consequences, taxes, truth, or traffic wardens. The word has sprinted far from its humble 18th-century London origins—when it merely described fleet-footed pickpockets on the Strand—and is now doing a full Usain-Bolt victory lap around the planet. From the boardrooms of Zug to the yacht marinas of Limassol, dodging…
WARSAW—Somewhere over the Vistula, a squadron of Soviet-era MiG-29s—freshly repainted, hastily re-blessed by a nervous priest, and still faintly smelling of mothballs—is performing aerial yoga. The jets once belonged to Poland, were offered to Ukraine, got vetoed by Washington, and now, like a middle-manager’s mid-life Porsche, have been traded to South Korea for a bulk…
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…
Somewhere between a Red Bull can and a Roman candle, 18-year-old Haiden Deegan is busy turning American supercross into a planetary spectator sport—and the planet, in its usual sober fashion, is rubber-necking while pretending to be above the noise. The son of freestyle motocross demigod Brian Deegan, young Haiden has spent 2024 translating backflips and…
Eric Gentry: The Accidental Prophet of a World That Forgot How to Blink By “Deadeye” Delgado, roving correspondent for Dave’s Locker Somewhere in the thin air above the Sea of Okhotsk, a Russian oligarch’s private jet flickers on a NATO radar like a guilty conscience. In Lagos, a cryptocurrency scammer refreshes his phone to see…
Will Klein Is Everywhere, Nowhere, and Somehow Still Late for the Revolution By our correspondent in the departure lounge of Schiphol’s D-gates, where the espresso tastes of existential dread If you’ve spent any time on a screen in the last eighteen months, you have already met Will Klein—in the same way you’ve met gravity, or…
