Choire and I send each other links to stories throughout the day, usually because we figure they might be of interest, sometimes because we're completely unwilling to write about the stories ourselves and hope that we can trick the other guy into doing it, sometimes it's just out of spite, like this mammoth thing about Don Rumsfeld I was tricked into looking at today. Anyway, this morning he sent me that Wall Street Journal story about the kid in Prospect Heights who makes people come to his apartment if they want to hear the Sufjan Stevens song which he alone has access to.