After diligently blogging from Book Expo America on Friday, my weekend—and with it, my sense of obligation to this paper and by extension, you people—soon dissolved into a sea of Tecate. A sea of Tecate where taco boats sailed. God, I can’t stop thinking about tacos since I got back. Someone recommend me a taco truck?

Anyway, there is one highlight of my trip to BEA that I still want to share.

That, my friends, is a picture of me and Leonard Nimoy, taken after waiting in line for 45 minutes for an autographed copy of The Full Body Project, Leonard’s newest collection of photographs. (The Times has an informative writeup about Nimoy’s photography career here). Now, I’m no photo critic, so far be it from me to pass judgment—but an influential member of the local arts community (who will remain nameless because, well, I don’t want to get yelled at) recently called the book a “true national treasure.”* I will post some stills after the jump. They are a tad, how shall we say, NSFW.

While we’re on the subject of Spock, I get this song stuck in my head all the time. As for the contention that this song represents “perhaps the lowest moment in Leonard Nimoy’s life,” I’ll leave you to make up your own mind.

*OK, he was almost certainly being ironic. I chose to take the quote out of context because it is funnier that way. What.

You are so welcome.