During ecumenical orientation in Hyde park a couple weeks (months?) back, Matt L. busted out the phrase “the asymptote of cool.” I defined it as a personal limit; the person whose level of coolness you can approach to within an arbitrarily small margin, but never equal.
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We spent the night debating our choices — I went with present-day Henry Winkler, for negotiating the transition from the Fonz to nebbish with such style and good humor. I received a delightful, unexpected bump in moxy when someone reminded us about his great role on
Arrested Development.
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For others, the field ranged from David Bowie to university mentors to radical Jesuits. The most audacious pick was Morgan Freeman. Annie took a little longer to contemplate, testing the waters with Bret McKenzie from Flight of the Conchords, but settling on a very solid Meryl Streep.
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