My Friend Ahmed

by David Schneider He'd disappeared. I searched and searched –– nothing but null sets. For the past four days, around the clock, he'd been beaming the news, minute by minute, from Cairo. But Tuesday morning, a vast silence on FaceBook. He'd ceased to exist. They'd just released Wael Ghonim; did they nail my friend Ahmed…

…and points inbetween

Meditations on Maps by David Schneider I'm hunting for an apartment in Brooklyn. It's 2010. I only halfknow the borough; it's hipster havens and borderlands, vacant lots and lofts, new towers and old clapboard – a shredded psychogeography re-folding itself every second, like hyperactive origami. I take CraigsList to the GoogleMap, stroll a StreetView to…

Art Week

–– an experiment in small friction An out-of-work adman named Daniel awickened from befogged sleep in the bright March sun of mid-morning. There was much to be done. He reeled the news quickly while throwing on a shirt. Dolphins had been spotted in the East River. The spokesman for Al-Qaeda had been nabbed. American. The…

Love, Recession Style, with Twin Sister and Soderbergh

A consideration of “Vampires with Dreaming Kids” and “The Girlfriend Experience” David Schneider These days, my life is lived on the hypermedia broadband, incessantly, obsessively. And occasionally, I have some remarkable experiences there. I'd like to tell you about two of them which chimed together. Recently I discovered a quite extraordinary band just starting to…