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Sept. 11-14th, Artists Meeting (http://artistsmeeting.org) members did a series of performance / interventions in the (POPS) plazas of Lower Manhattan. They were very successful. The initial idea was to work in the plazas as a way to take back the public spaces and engage the public. This has extra meaning after 9/11 and especially downtown which has been a sort of barricaded fortress.

Last night, 9/11, I locked myself out of my apartment. Not quite a terrorist attack but to any New Yorker a nightmare nonetheless. This was, I suppose, a repercussion from my saying, cheerily, "happy 9/11", to our customers when they arrived at Macy's looking for bargains.

In 2002, Sgt. Scott Lawson had 11 years with the Polk Sheriff's Office. His specialty was bad boys. At night, in an unmarked Crown Victoria, he roamed the back roads, looking for young men up to no good.

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A five-minute video based on Port Huron Project 4: We Are Also Responsible, is currently showing on MTV’s giant high-definition video screen in Times Square on the East side of Broadway, between 44th and 45th Streets. The video plays at the top of the hour several times each day. Click here for the schedule. Thanks to CREATIVE TIME for setting this up!

Eastern Parkway is back to its usual calm decrepitude the morning after Carnival and I sit, as usual, on a bench drinking my Dunkin' Donuts coffee and maybe eat a bagel. No overripe women dancing in scanty feathered costumes or gangbangers, just the usual Jewish women jogging in their long skirts, wigs and iPods; Spanish men walking beautifully groomed dogs; a few of the usual leftover drunks.

If anyone is in Cornwall tonight then you’re very welcome to join us at the Spring Gallery, The Poly in Falmouth from 7.00pm-10.00pm for the opening event of the (IN)visible networks exhibition (http://www.ires.org.uk/events/invnet.php)

Three million people are dancing on my doorstep, this a video from last year:

or The Shit Just Keeps on Coming.

I did not expect to return to this theme so soon after discussing Paul McCarthy's inflatable turds, but apparently there is no moratorium on the artistic fascination with feces. As already reported in the Village Voice, in New York Magazine and on Artinfo, artist provocateur Andres Serrano will unveil a show of 66 photographs at Yvon Lambert, first in the New York gallery on September 4, then a week later in Paris. Each photo depicts spoor from a different species, often in extreme close up.

The process started as sort of a family affair, with both Serrano and his pet Dalmatian, Luther, donating to the proceedings, but soon branched out into an international search for the best, or at least the most photogenic, shit. And yes, there will be Bull Shit (from Ecuador), Horse Shit and Chicken Shit on display.

The Biblical story of Noah's Ark mandated gathering two of each and every beast and fowl. Serrano seems to have updated this to the number two of each species. Since his international notoriety began with Piss Christ, a piece decidedly committed to number one, we can detect a definite progression in the concerns of the artist.

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