Hurricane Kiko, a Category-4 tantrum that spun through the mid-Pacific last week, officially made landfall somewhere between “Instagrammable disaster” and “global press junket.” The storm clipped the Hawaiian archipelago with the enthusiasm of a drunk tourist looking for poke, then drifted off to international waters like a bored influencer who’s already filmed the “before” segment….
Carlos Rodón, the Enigma Who Reminds Us the World Is Still Watching Baseball by Dave’s Locker International Desk Somewhere between the 14-hour bullet train from Tokyo to Osaka and the overnight cargo flight that sneaks MLB highlight reels into European sports bars at 3 a.m., Carlos Rodón is throwing 97-mph aspirin tablets past grown men…
Florida Lottery Results: A Sun-Bleached Beacon of Hope in the Global Panic Room Bylines from Tallahassee to Timbuktu TALLAHASSEE—While bond markets convulse in Frankfurt and Shanghai’s property giants play Jenga with concrete promises, the Florida Lottery on Wednesday night announced that a single ticket—purchased somewhere between a Daytona vape shop and a retirement village—has snagged…
Felpham: The Village That Accidentally Became a Global Metaphor by “Sir” Reginald Blight, Senior Coastal Stringer-at-Large Drive ninety minutes south-west from London, past the duty-free cathedrals of Gatwick and the Brexit car parks of Crawley, and you will eventually spill onto a pebble beach where gulls scream like unpaid interns and the air smells faintly…
Emergency Alert Test: The Planet’s Loudest Group Therapy Session The shrill, unmistakable screech that rattled phones from Reykjavík to Riyadh this week was not your cousin’s crypto scam, nor a push notification from a meditation app you forgot you paid for. It was the global Emergency Alert Test, an international mass-bleep designed to remind eight…
Silverstone: The Last Colonial Outpost Where Engines Still Speak Louder Than People By Our Man in the Paddock, nursing a lukewarm gin in a paper cup Silverstone, Northamptonshire—population roughly that of a midsize Moldovan bus station—hosts, once a year, the planet’s most expensive traffic jam. Formula One decamps here like a marauding circus that forgot…
Davos, Switzerland – While most mortals spent last week debating whether the planet’s thermostat should be set to “medium-rare” or “cremation,” Senator Mark Warner (D-VA) quietly reminded the alpine glitterati that the United States still owns the original remote control. The man who chairs the Senate Intelligence Committee took the stage at the World Economic…
FanDuel and the Great Global Gamble: How One App Turned Every Human Into a Bookie By Dave’s International Affairs Desk (currently 3-1 on whether the editor reads this) If you squint at the planet from orbit, you can almost see the faint green glow of FanDuel pulsing from every sports bar, commuter train, and questionable…
T20 World Cup Dispatch: When Pakistan Meets UAE, and the World Pretends It’s Just Cricket By Dave’s Locker International Correspondent Somewhere between the endless Dubai construction cranes and a Karachi heatwave that could melt ball bearings, Pakistan and the UAE are scheduled to face off in a T20 match that the International Cricket Council insists…
Sharjah, Tuesday night – The floodlights hum like tired neon gods above a stadium that has seen empires rise and fall, and tonight it hosts the latest skirmish in the great imperial pageant of cricket: Pakistan, nuclear-armed melodrama incarnate, versus the United Arab Emirates, a nation whose passport stamp is a VIP card to global…
Supreme Court, Supreme Leader, Supreme Pizza—somewhere in the bureaucratic ether the word “supreme” has been upgraded from adjective to sovereign noun, and the planet is dutifully genuflecting. From the marble colonnades of Washington to the neon alleyways of Tokyo, “supreme” has become the ultimate linguistic passport: it opens doors, empties wallets, and occasionally topples governments….
If you squint at a world map long enough, the United States looks less like a republic and more like a giant, slightly frayed Wi-Fi router that occasionally forgets its own password. Somewhere near the blinking “SENATE” light sits Ron Wyden—Oregon’s senior senator, professional committee chair, and improbable apostle of digital privacy—busily trying to keep…
