A last-minute trip to Sri Lanka.

Arthur Mondella took over his family’s maraschino cherry business reluctantly. But once he had it, he started a second enterprise. Behind an unmarked roll-down gate, behind some of his prized luxury cars, behind a pair of closet doors, behind a set of button-controlled shelves, behind a fake wall and down a ladder in a hole in the floor, Mondella built a 2,500-square-foot marijuana factory. When the police finally found it, he shot himself.

Last Fall, America’s favorite focus drug suddenly went into short supply.

Two men named Nathan committed murders. Only one received a death sentence.

Michelito Lagrevere is a 12-year-old Mexican matador sensation.

How a jazz pianist disappeared into his music.

A week with DJ Avicii.

Alexander Weygers and his Discopter.

“Any North Korean knows that escaping their nation is nearly impossible.”

What happens when robots act just like humans?

There has never been a better time to commit financial crimes.

A nephew investigates his uncle’s suicide

Ten years ago, Bitcoin creator Satoshi Nakamoto’s disappeared.

Donors all over America opened their wallets for his United States Navy Veterans Association. Politicians all over Washington posed for grip-and-grins with him. But not only was he not a legitimate fundraiser for military families—he wasn’t even Bobby Charles Thompson.

Stare at the game long enough and the distance between everything—players, league, game, court, self, other—begins to collapse. Everything becomes a metaphor for everything else, the league and your life each generating infinite layers of meaning for the other.

The author travels to North Korea in the years after Kim Jong Il’s succession. He also gets a haircut:

But suddenly the whole chair starts vibrating and I find myself surrendering to her, as she begins to knead the acupressure points on my forehead and neck. Next it's ginseng unguent all over my face. Gobs of pomade smelling like bubble gum go on my hair. Then, like a true daughter of the revolution, she upholsters her blow dryer and begins combing in the pomade and sculpting my now subdued hair. The pungent aroma of heated pomade, like fat frying in a pan, fills the room. My stylist gives my hair a little twist with the comb. It feels like she's making a Dairy Queen curl on top. Then she fries it in place with the dryer. Another dab of pomade. More mincing motions with the comb. Another blast of hot air. Suddenly I feel a moist breeze around my ears. She's taken out a can of imported aerosol spray and is cementing her creation in place. She's delicately patting my new coiffure now the way a baker taps a loaf of bread to see if it's springy to the touch. She murmurs something. I'm breathless with expectation. I open my eyes and gaze into the mirror. Magnifique! It looks like I have a loofah sponge on my head! I am reborn -- a cross between Elvis and a 1950s Bulgarian hydrology expert! At last I have become a true son of Pyongyang!

A post-acquisition profile of Tumblr’s David Karp.

Ardelia Ali was raped in 1995. Twenty years later, her attacker was convicted.

It was a genius piece of technology. But that didn’t mean it was a business.

Once their careers end, pro wrestlers often fall into emotional and physical disrepair. One of their own, Diamond Dallas Page, has a fix.

“I’ll tell you what freedom is to me: no fear. I mean really, no fear!”

From Tetris to Angry Birds, an examination of “stupid games.”

How an unassuming bureaucrat outsmarted Jamie Oliver and pulled off a cafeteria miracle in one of America’s unhealthiest cities.

A profile of a young activist in Chicago who almost committed suicide on Facebook Live.

A gym entrepreneur’s side business in marijuana spins out of control.