Monthly Statement:
December 2005
I have been enjoying this project more and more. I can't get enough of pin-balling from person to person, most of whom have no desire to talk to me at all. Thus far I have received a scarf, two autographs, a phone number, several philosophical and ontological musings, suggestions as to where to forcibly insert things, two hugs, and more dirty looks than I know what to do with. I have been asked if I am cold more times than why I am out in my shorts requesting opinions. I have been asked to leave almost every place I poll by at least one police officer or security guard. Without fail, there's always someone who assumes I am some MTV stunt or the more dated "Candid Camera" jokester. These next few months are going to interesting.

Poll Results and Locations:

12/02/05 Times Square
YES 34
NO 68
IGNORES 18

12/09/05 Rockefeller Center
YES 42
NO 59
IGNORES 31

12/09/05 Naked Cowboy
YES 1

12/17/05 Manhattan Ave.
YES 46
NO 54
IGNORES 27

12/24/05 World Trade Center
YES 49
NO 52
IGNORES 80

12/15-24 Lunar Base Gallery
YES 66
NO 79

On the 9th I polled at the Rockefeller Center. A guy walks up to me and takes off his shirt. His skin ripples with goose bumps and, with confidence and an ego comparable to my own, he informs me that he thinks his body is better. I then ask him if he has the poll results to prove it. He disregards this and says that he can see that his body is more perfect and that no polling is needed (at this point I correctly peg him as a NO answer). I then informed him that if he were to conduct his own poll that he would need to take off his pants to make a formal go at it. Before he could fully decline, his friend took of his shirt and started flexing next to us. To emphasize each new pose in front of the growing crowd, our newest entertainer produced primal and ridiculous noises: "biff", "boff", "bouff", and so on, until cheers brought over New York's finest. After Rockefeller Center, on the walk to the train my photographer/friend Billy and I passed by Times Square and I saw the one person I was willing to take my pants off for; the Naked Cowboy. He was in the middle of a giant crowd and a Jesus ballad when I pranced up to him asking for his opinion. The Cowboy silenced his guitar and without hesitation told me that I had a perfect body, and as I walked away thanking him he also called me a crazy person.

There is an extra poll listed this month because at our show I had a cardboard cut-out of myself collecting opinions. Next month there will be on this site a place where you, the online operator, can submit your opinion of my body updated daily.

Process: On the streets and in a variety of public places I will approach people asking them the question, "Do I have the Perfect Body?"