'Where shall we look for Washington, the greatest among men,' asked Parson Weems in 1800, 'but in America'that greatest Continent, which, rising from beneath the frozen pole, stretches far and wide to the south'' Weems, Washington's first biographer, was a propagandist of genius'but even he might not have known quite how American he was being when he wrote that line. A smaller country, it is implied'geographically smaller, and smaller in soul'simply could not have handled the monster-truck greatness of this man. It would have ruptured or burst. For greatness like this, only America would have been big enough. Weems's Washington is famously great all the way through, great from the get-go: an angelic child, fanned by the warm wings of 'ministering spirits,' who matures irreversibly into a mighty warrior and then a world-shaking leader. But what if greatness is something you grow into, patchily and vexedly, under pressure' Young Washington, a new biopic, gives us pre-Revolutionary George, early-20s George, pale, petulant, virginal, ramrod-straight, and bristling with awkwardness and ambition. He is callow, unformed. Imperfect, in a word. And when he starts soldiering, he makes some rather large mistakes....
The goal, the firm said, is to develop and operate up to 5 gigawatts of additional data center capacity. The first phase of the plan involves building data centers in Dunkirk (Loon-Plage), Bosquel, and Bouchain to deliver 3.1 gigawatts of capacity to the Hauts-de-France region by 2031. In a statement, French economic minister Roland Lescure described the announcement as a 'testament to President Emmanuel Macron's ambition to position France as a leading destination all along the AI value chain.' In the United States, opposition to data center construction is heating up over environmental concerns, as well as questions about how data centers affect the electrical grid and utility prices. Nonetheless, SoftBank earlier announced plans to build a data center in Ohio, powered by a new 9.2 gigawatt natural gas plant. Get an inside look at what it takes to scale and succeed from leaders at Mach Industries, Founders Fund, and Shinkei Systems. Through candid fireside chats and high-impact networking, you'll walk away with valuable insights and new connections....
On the evening of February 12, members of a French anti-fascist group allegedly pummeled a 23-year-old neo-Nazi activist named Quentin Deranque. The attack, filmed in Lyon, left Deranque unconscious; two days later, he died from severe brain trauma. The atrocity could prove to be a boon for the far-right National Rally (abbreviated as RN in French), a party whose decades-long rise has been perhaps the most significant political development in 21st-century France. Voices on the French right have called Deranque's killing the country's 'Charlie Kirk moment.' The comparison is self-serving and flawed'Deranque was not a public figure, and he was not assassinated'but the tragedy nonetheless poses a substantial problem for the left. The country's left-most party, France Unbowed (LFI), has direct ties to the anti-fascist Young Guard, whose members have been charged in relation to the homicide. LFI is shedding legitimacy as a result. Meanwhile, the centrist bloc, led by President Emmanuel Macron, is deeply unpopular. Macron has managed to keep the RN out of government (and himself in it) by selectively cooperating with LFI, but that strategy is looking less tenable. He is a lame duck without a clear successor, overseeing a diminished establishment....
Crush 200 million shells into a champagne flute. Twist 200 million lemon rinds, using only French carbon steel, rocking back & forth. Imagine even bubbles bust a cap in the ceiling. Imagine my brain stuck spinning like a pair of rims at a traffic light. Effervescence mixed with cognac, spinning serotonin. Of course you can lower me to the floor with two hands gripping my waist. Say Clicquot 10 times quick. Gaba receptors swinging from the ledges of a mind, all shot down. Home is circling through a sky of old habits. Saying'I'm on my way when I haven't even left. All day long, I'm on a late-night walk, letting my legs take me whichever way they want, witnessing the ones who came before me resting on the wings of things. On Jets, on JET, on the word Yahtzee, on moths, moth balls, on lightning bugs, on strawberry candies, front porches, plastic fold-out chairs, on biscuits, my daddy's bald head, broken bottles. I'm afraid to end up at the edge of an empty glass. Afraid of what lingers in a taste bud, in a neuron, in my nerve cells....
