Looking4Sex; Ginsberg's Photos; Queens of the Stone Age; Eugene Richards' 9/11 Photos; Thrill Jockey Turns 10; Blue Velvet; Collected "Mr. Wiggles"; Skot Olsen at Fuse Gallery

Posing, hysterical, naked... With the absolute exception of the brilliant Robert Frank, photography was not the medium of choice for most of the Beats, who preferred poetry, jazz or the novel. Allen Ginsberg did frequently carry a camera, though, and he managed to take pictures of his illustrious pals and lovers, doing cool Beatnik things like posing naked or hanging out on fire escapes. Photographically, his work is, at best, a collection of family snapshots rather than a body of fine art imagery. But because the lead characters in his pictures are all pretty well-known?William Burroughs, Jack Kerouac, Ginsberg's partner Peter Orlovsky and Lawrence Ferlinghetti are the typical subjects?Ginsberg's snaps, on display at Howard Greenberg Gallery Thurs., Sept. 5, through Oct. 19, are historically interesting. 120 Wooster St. (betw. Prince & Spring Sts.), 334-0010, www.howardgreenberg.com.

The new Queens of the Stone Age album, Songs for the Deaf, doesn't kick extremely serious ass like the middle two Kyuss albums did, but it does evidence the ongoing maturation of guitar god Josh Homme's post-Kyuss esthetic. Also, it kicks fairly serious ass. With drumming by Dave Grohl (also on the album), the Queens' ongoing tour will provide rock that you can sink your teeth into and savor. Plus, you can get stoned and hold up your hand making the devil sign all night. With justification, we mean. Thurs., Sept. 5, at Roseland, 239 W. 52nd St. (betw. 8th Ave. & B'way), 307-7171; 7:30, $25.

Photographer Eugene Richards never flinches from shooting somber subjects. His books projects have documented poverty (Below the Line: Living Poor in America), violence (The Knife & Club: Scenes from an Emergency Room) and the crack epidemic (Cocaine True, Cocaine Blue). This pedigree makes him the right cameraman to document 9/11 and its aftermath. Unlike with many of the other 9/11 books, Richards doesn't concentrate on pictures of burning buildings or smoky debris; instead, he focuses on the things that many ordinary New Yorkers will remember from that day and the days after: tense faces, walls filled with "missing" posters, men crying and faces stricken with looks of bewilderment as the reality of what happened sinks in. The book, Stepping Through the Ashes, came out in August; pictures from it are on display at Aperture's Burden Gallery Thurs., Sept. 5, through Oct. 2. 20 E. 23rd St (betw. B'way & Park Ave. S.), 505-5555; Mon.-Fri. 9:30 a.m.-5:30 p.m., except on 9/11, when the gallery will stay open until 9 p.m.

Throughout the 90s, Chicago-based labels Touch & Go, Skin Graft and Thrill Jockey helped launch the careers/cult-like followings of the Sea and Cake, Melt Banana, Jesus Lizard, Mr. Quintron, Trans Am and Tortoise. This week, Thrill Jockey celebrates 10 years of releasing some of the finest obscure, instrumental and experimental albums with three New York City "Thrill Jockey Turns 10" parties. Each night kicks off with a screening of Looking for a Thrill, and special Thrill 10 t-shirts are promised. Festivities happen Thurs. & Fri., Sept. 5 & 6, at Irving Plaza, 17 Irving Pl. (15th St.), 777-6800; 8, $30, $26 adv.; and Sat., Sept. 7, at Bowery Ballroom, 6 Delancey St. (betw. Bowery & Chrystie St.), 533-2111; 7, $25, $22 adv. Bands scheduled to perform include Tortoise, Chicago Underground Duo, Eleventh Dream Day, Town and Country, the Sea and Cake, Trans Am, the Lonesome Organist and more. Visit www.thrilljockey.com for complete schedule.

Landmark Theaters, that home to nondescript European accents, NYU film school graduates (would you like butter with that?) and the "art-house movie," finally pays the back rent for its seven-month squat on Houston St. with the "Sunshine Cinema at Midnight" series. This Fri. & Sat., Sept. 6 & 7, see David Lynch's Blue Velvet (1986) while candy-colored, postcollege clowns chuck cocktails across the theater in Kubrickian glee. (An August screening of The Big Lebowski called for a stirred, not shaken, white Russian. What should be in the discriminating bon vivant's blue, bodega-issue coffee cup tonight? Pabst Blue Ribbon!) 143 Houston St. (betw. 1st & 2nd Aves.), 358-7709; 12, $10.

Based on the mail we get, it's very clear that people either love or hate "Rehabilitating Mr. Wiggles," Neil Swaab's comic strip that runs here, and monthly in Gear. We, obviously, love the strip, and the way that lovable little scamp outrages, grosses out and reduces people to fits of either laughter or rage. Well, Neil is self-publishing a collected Rehabilitating Mr. Wiggles: Vol. 1, no less than the first 140 strips, which we figure is destined to become a collector's item. So you better show up and buy your copy ($12.95) while you have a chance, this Sat., Sept. 7, 7-10, when Dabora Gallery in Greenpoint hosts a release party for it. If you can't get there, you'll be able to order the book from www.neilswaab.com. 1080 Manhattan Ave. (betw. Eagle & Dupont Sts.), Brooklyn, 718-609-9629.

We love art as much as the next guy. Well, maybe even more, since the next guy is sometimes blind. And smells bad. Whatever. Anyway, we are way looking forward to seeing Skot Olsen's first solo show in New York City, at Fuse Gallery, which is actually located sort of behind/ inside of the bar Lit. We expect to see Skot's work, painted in their unique cartoonish way with acrylics, jump off the walls. While we could go on and on about how cool his paintings are, the bottom line is: the guy did illustrative art for Hustler. Woo-hoo! The opening's on Sat., Sept. 7, at 7 p.m., and the show's up through Oct. 19. 93 2nd Ave. (betw. 5th & 6th Sts.), 777-7988.