1. So there we were, at Lit on 2nd Avenue, telling friends about our nascent plans for a trip to Iceland. "Why Iceland?" they asked me. "So I can finally meet Bjork," I replied. Five minutes later, I walk down into the basement to watch the band Sam Crooked, and who's standing next to me? Friggin' Bjork. I kid you not. She's wearing a multicolored Mexican poncho and has her hair in pigtails. She's a petite little pixie of a woman, but not "fit-in-the-palm-of-your-hand" small, like I imagined. She was surrounded by tall people. Nowhere to be seen, however, was the Cremaster Dude.

Twenty minutes later, we head to the Sin-Sin/Leopard Lounge and walk right into a nasty, mind-blowing freestyle rap battle. It was just like "8 Mile," but with puertorriquenos.

2. Fresyes reader Mari, who joined us for some rock 'n' roll at Sin-e on Friday night, scored yet another sighting of Johnny Knoxville over the weekend -- and once again, he was at Café Habana. The guy clearly loves him some beans and rice.

3. Speaking of Sin-e, major big ups to Tangiers. These guys are pros. They are also Canadian.

4. Spotted on the Chinatown bus from New York to D.C. on Saturday: An annoying woman who kept falling asleep on my shoulder. Thankfully, this one wasn't a drooler.

5. Future sightings: We'll be at Van Halen Tuesday night in New Jersey, so expect a full report this week about all the big hair and former Montrose groupies converging on Continental Airlines Arena. Early word from the Worcester, Mass., show is that Sammy Hagar isn't afraid to sing some DLR, and Eddie and Alex Van Halen are the skinniest, most malnourished siblings since Mary-Kate and Ashley.

(Editor's Update: Just when we thought we were being all clever about the Van Halens and Olsens, some sad breaking news puts a damper on all of it. Mary-Kate is in rehab for an eating disorder. Further proof that Fresyes is psychic, I guess.)