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.
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.
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.