Rome, Eternal City—where the Wi-Fi is patchy but the frescoes have held up for five centuries. From the Colosseum’s selfie-stick perimeter to the Senate’s revolving-door premiership, Italy keeps demonstrating that collapsing empires are a renewable resource. The rest of the world watches with the same expression tourists wear when their €18 gelato melts onto €250…
Global Jobs Report: The World Holds Its Breath While the Printer Jams By Dave’s Locker International Bureau (currently located wherever the coffee’s cheapest) The latest jobs report has dropped like a lukewarm burrito onto the conference-room table of global consciousness—half nourishing, half indigestible. In Washington, the Bureau of Labor Statistics announced that the United States…
Scratch marks the spot—whether on a lottery ticket in Lagos, a DJ’s vinyl in Berlin, or the arm of a refugee who just realized the camp’s Wi-Fi password is “Password123.” The word itself is a global chameleon: noun, verb, existential sigh. Peel back one layer and you find the entire planet trying to itch an…
Crash Course in Global Capitalism: The Car Accident Lawyer as Diplomat, Debt-Collector, and Existential Witness Dispatch from the intersection of rubber, asphalt, and human folly – everywhere and nowhere at once. By the time you finish this sentence, roughly nine fender-benders will have blossomed across the planet like ugly metal flowers. In São Paulo, a…
Nintendo: The Last Empire Built on Joy (and 8-Bit Stockholm Syndrome) By Dave’s Locker International Desk Kyoto, Japan – While the rest of the planet rehearses its own fiery reboot via climate summits, trade wars, and algorithmic coups, a 135-year-old playing-card company quietly sells $15 billion worth of escapism every year. Nintendo, that stubbornly cheerful…
Horror Nights, Global Franchise of Dread, Celebrate Humanity’s Unpaid Therapy Bill by Matteo “Graveyard” Moreau, International Correspondent, somewhere between the Day of the Dead in Oaxaca and a fog-shrouded U.K. theme park If you’ve ever wondered what a billion-dollar coping mechanism looks like, buy a ticket to any Horror Night on the planet this season….
The Tennessee Lottery: A Very American Miracle, Exported and Deconstructed By Our Man in Somewhere With Better Odds NASHVILLE—Somewhere between the neon crucifix of a Broadway honky-tonk and the beeping heartbreak of a gas-station scratcher, the Tennessee Lottery is quietly staging its own version of Manifest Destiny. From the outside, it looks like yet another…
The World’s Most Democratic Tax on Hope By Our Correspondent, Somewhere Between the 7-Eleven and the Edge of Reason It was 8:03 p.m. in Madrid when Carlos, a civil servant who hasn’t seen a raise since fax machines were chic, forked over his last two euros for “El Gordo” Christmas tickets. Twelve time zones away,…
The Powerball Drawing: A Global Lottery Where Everyone Loses, Yet Still Buys Tickets By the time the white balls tumbled out of the acrylic drum in Tallahassee last night, Tokyo’s morning commuters were already checking the results on their phones between sardine-can train stops and Lagos’s night-shift nurses were placing proxy bets on WhatsApp before…
South America: A Continent That Forgot to Read the Global Memo Dave’s Locker International Desk – Friday, 07:14 UTC RIO DE JANEIRO—While the rest of the planet was busy optimizing supply chains, South America appears to have been stuck in the longest cigarette break in recorded history. Somewhere between the Andes and the Atlantic, an…
**The Global Hamstring: How Justin Jefferson’s Pulled Muscle Quietly Terrified Four Continents** *By Our Man in the Cheap Seats, Dave’s Locker International* MINNEAPOLIS—Somewhere between the 38-second mark of the second quarter and the next round of artisanal nachos, Justin Jefferson’s hamstring sent a ripple across the planet that registered roughly 3.7 on the Richter Scale…
Argentina: The World’s Most Consistently Unpredictable Soap Opera By: A Correspondent Who Learned Long Ago Never to Bet Against a Country That’s Already Bankrupt Twice Before Lunch Buenos Aires cafés still smell of burnt sugar and desperation, which is convenient because the IMF is currently asking for both back—preferably in dollars. While the rest of…
