This story starts with a question: "How have technology and mass media changed us?" To find an answer, I travel to an unusual place — my hometown on the prairie, where the economics, politics, demographics, and geography are static.
It's all a mystery.
Where Is My Mind?
Tumblr is for angsty teens playing around with their identity, right?
I sing songs to my dog in the morning. ... She's a good girl. ... Loves horses. ... It's a long day. ... There's a freeway. ... Running through the yard. ... Walking through the valley. ... I wanna write your name in the sky.
I made maps! For my essay about what it has been like to live about the World Trade Center site. Life Atop Ground Zero It is a series of vignettes about watching, being watched, tourism architectural #selfies, Conde Nast, land reclamation, BASE Jumpers, Occupy Wall Street, Goldman, 25th Hour, the dream of the city, surveillance, American fantasy, memory, and forgetting.
The Artist, the Thief, the Forger, and Her Lover How did the “Mona Lisa” become famous? In part five in this series, the biggest art heist of all time connects the forger and the thief.
Woo-hoo! You just discovered a Vermeer in your aunt’s basement. But who will verify if it is real? In part four of this series, we find a surprising answer: maybe no one.
How widespread is art forgery? Experts say it’s wildly rampant. In part three in this series, we ask: Is it time to reconsider the economy of images?
I'm doing a series on Medium about art authenticity, which is hopefully more interesting than that sounds: Part 1: This Is Not a Vermeer ™ Part 2: Uber for Art Forgeries Discussed: art forgery, Chinese labor, art authentication, Nazis aesthetes, and something called the Replicant Culture Matrix.
My second post for Medium is a long-distance dedication to Casey Kasem, sorta. You Need to Hear This Extremely Rare Recording extremely rare: fucking dog dying
Mr. Pink and the Tale of Internet Certification How a celebrity photo — shot before mobile phones and the social web — found its home on the internet This is my first post in the collaborative writing experiment that we're doing on Medium called The Message.
Femme Fatale Sorry, Lou. Sorry, Nico. Sorry, everyone.





