I stand on the corner of 4th and Main, the smell of wet concrete rising from the sidewalk after a sudden summer downpour. To most people, this is just a city block. To me, it… 

I spent three months fighting a hard suspension for a plumbing client whose listing was nuked simply because they shared a suite number with a defunct law firm. Google did not want proof of a… 

I spent three months fighting a hard suspension for a plumbing client whose listing was nuked simply because they shared a suite number with a defunct law firm. Google didn’t want proof of a van;… 

I walk the streets of this city and see the glitches. The fake office in the shared coworking space. The smell of wet concrete after a rain. It is all data points in a spatial… 

Proximity engineering for mobile map dominance The smell of wet concrete after a summer storm in the city always reminds me of the physical reality behind digital search. I spent three months fighting a hard… 

The physical reality of geo-tagged data in the 3-Pack I spent three months fighting a hard suspension for a plumbing client whose listing was nuked simply because they shared a suite number with a defunct… 

I remember the smell of wet concrete on the morning the roofing company lost everything. I was standing in their small office; a room that smelled more like stale coffee and diesel fuel than a… 

The smell of wet concrete always reminds me of the morning I spent photographing a shuttered bakery in south Philly. I noticed a glitch in the storefront data where the Google Maps pin was hovering… 

The smell of wet concrete on a Tuesday morning in downtown Chicago stays with you. I was looking at a storefront that did not exist. The map said it was a high-end law firm. The… 

I walk the streets and see the glitches before the data scientists do. I notice when a storefront sign has a font mismatch with its digital twin, or when the smell of wet concrete from…