Weezer can be counted on for a variety of things: Undeniably catchy choruses with gnomically nonsensical lyrics, disappointing post-2001 albums that exclude superior songs you'll eventually find on B-side collections, and somewhat amusing photos of a teenaged Rivers Cuomo sporting Aquanet metal hair.

At her best, Scarlett Johansson drifts through our consciousness like a lusty apparition, or more accurately, like an apparition of lust -- she's barely there, but the shape and pace of her performance unveils a fantasy gateway.

This weekend brings us the 10th annual Gathering of the Juggalos, a tragic display of American trash culture's bloated, badly tattooed underbelly, i.e., the festival of relentless depravity celebrating all things Insane Clown Posse.

MOST HEAVILY QUESTIONED GENRE: HIP HOP

Dante "Mos Def" Smith walks the walk and talks the talk -- literally. This past May, he led me on a four-hour interview ramble around Manhattan's SoHo and West Village, stopping into bodegas and smoke shops, greeting fans, giving hugs and pounds, posing for cell phone photos, like the hip-hop ambassador of some conscious-rap dream sequence.

"This is your anticlimax."