Pumas, the World’s Sleekest Bureaucrats By Dave’s Foreign Desk, somewhere between a press buffet and a UN climate summit The puma—alias cougar, mountain lion, panther, or, if you’re feeling dramatic, “ghost cat”—has quietly upgraded from regional apex predator to unwitting geopolitical consultant. While humanity argues over carbon credits and TikTok bans, Puma concolor has been…
The Earth Moved—Did Anyone Notice? A Global Dispatch on Today’s Seismological Mood Swings By the time you poured your second cup of coffee, the planet had already thrown three separate tantrums before lunch. A 6.2-magnitude hiccup off the southern coast of Peru jostled Lima’s bankers awake at 4:17 a.m. local time, toppling a few colonial…
David Jonsson: A Small Name in a Shrinking World, Now Available in 4K By the time you finish reading this sentence, another algorithm in Palo Alto will have already decided whether David Jonsson is worth promoting on a Lagos teenager’s feed. Such is the velocity of our planetary fame lottery—one moment you’re rehearsing monologues in…
Tsunami: The Planet’s Loudest Résumé Update By the time you read this, the Indian Ocean plate has already filed another complaint with HR, and the Pacific Ring of Fire is forwarding its resignation letter to whoever still answers geology’s Slack channel. A tsunami—once a boutique disaster relegated to Japanese wood-block prints and the occasional biblical…
Necaxa vs Juárez: A Quiet Border War the World Pretends Not to Notice By Santiago “Sam” Valdez, Senior Correspondent, Dave’s Locker The first rule of international journalism is that nothing is ever “just a game,” especially when the fixture is played within mortar range of the U.S. border, under floodlights paid for by a cryptocurrency…
**Tsunami Warning: Humanity’s Biannual Reminder That the Ocean Is Still Boss** By the time the Pacific Tsunami Warning Center hits “send” on its all-caps love letter to coastlines, half the planet is already memeing wave-height graphics and the other half is Googling “how fast do tsunamis run, asking for a friend.” From Tokyo’s stock-exchange floor…
Deion Sanders Is America’s Last Exportable Myth—And the Rest of the World Is Buying By Dave’s Foreign Correspondent-at-Large, still jet-lagged in four continents and counting PARIS—While European cafés argue over whether football is the one with the round ball or the pointy one, Deion “Coach Prime” Sanders has quietly become the most American thing the…
**The Kennedy Curse Goes Global: America’s Most Dramatic Dynasty Continues to Captivate the World’s Morbid Fascination** The Kennedy name travels well—perhaps too well for the family’s own good. From Cape Cod to Canberra, this American dynasty has become the world’s favorite cautionary tale about ambition, power, and the universe’s apparent sense of humor when it…
The Chainsaw Man Movie, announced last week by MAPPA with the sort of ceremonial gravitas normally reserved for papal conclaves or new iPhone releases, is already being parsed by the planet’s chattering classes like an intercepted diplomatic cable. From Lagos to Lisbon, fans are asking the same question: will a film about a teenage devil-hunter…
Seattle Grace Hospital, that fluorescent-lit amphitheater of cardiac arrests and coital misadventures, has quietly become the most successful U.S. cultural export you never bothered to count. While Washington obsesses over arms deals and microchip sanctions, Grey’s Anatomy has spent nineteen seasons performing open-heart surgery on the planet’s imagination—suturing together a global audience that now stretches…
Channing Tatum, Demon Slayer: When Hollywood Abs Meets Tokyo Yokai By Our Correspondent in the Existential Lobby of Terminal 3, Narita The first reports came from a 24-hour ramen joint in Shibuya at 3:12 a.m. local time: Channing Tatum—yes, the human protein shake from Alabama—had been spotted in a kendo dojo, sweating through a montage…
The Curious Case of Justin Verlander, or How One Man’s Fastball Explains the Entire Planet’s Midlife Crisis By Our Resident Correspondent, Nursing His Third Espresso in an Airport Lounge with No Name There is a moment, somewhere around the 3 a.m. mark in every international newsroom, when the ticker shifts from “tanks rolling into grain…
