I have been quite useless this week, first felled by some kind of evil Montezuman revenge (revenge that my kids, who gave me the virus, took upon me for some reason), and now flying out to California and promptly driving due east into some mountains that people don’t blog from.

Lacking the time to write something entertaining, let me just pass along a link to someone who has already done that. Via our old friend Monsieur Egg, who serves, from a foodcart in LA, the finest oeuf you’ll ever put in your bouche, comes word of Scott Tennant’s blog Pretty Goes with Pretty. I haven’t had a chance to look around a bunch, but I loved Scott’s 15 imaginary conversations about music with his toddler Cooper, while at the library listening to Black Sabbath and the Beatles and everything in between. Like this one:

2. Neil Young: After the Gold Rush

Me: They have three Neil Young albums that we don’t have already: Zuma, Harvest Moon, and After the Gold Rush.
Cooper: I hear good things about Harvest Moon.
Me: Me too, but I have this thing about filling in the older stuff before I get the newer stuff.
Cooper: I get that. I have this thing about needing a pacifier before I can fall asleep at night. Sometimes you just need to do things in a certain order, you know?

Anyhow, that look your baby has on his face? It’s not gas. It’s just the look John Cusack made throughout High Fidelity.