I got a FIFA Prize for receiving a FIFA Prize Prize!

Picture taken by his friend Alexander “Sasha” Shulgin.

True, I am aware that OMNI was an entertainment magazine, I just wanted to drift towards a general science direction aiming at the “blackjack and hookers” punchline, and “bars” was the nearest I could stick the landing.

Remember that 80s magazine OMNI?
Science, tech, sci-fi, Mensa-caliber games… by the very same Bob Guccione who published Penthouse!

Every issue had an in-depth interview with a prominent and interesting scientist, figures like Alan Guth or Luc Montagnier or Morris Berman.
One issue was a little more off-beat, the interview was with an anthropologist, whose student life and career went like this:

Attending the University Of Montana in Missoula, this student loved drinking every day, so he asked the question - “What’s a relatively easy major with little math, that will interfere the least with my drinking?” - and landed on Anthropology.

After graduation, the next question became - “What will I do my thesis about?” - a friend gave him the vague advice to do it on something he knew or was passionate about, and like a “eureka” moment, it hit him: “I’m gonna research drinking culture, bars!”

And so, he became one of the rarefied few for whom drinking on the job was basically a requirement!

Not anymore, it ain’t.

Picard is way cooler than Kirk

Anyone’s cooler than an erratic old man who throws around the casual insult dismissal “sporto” on his twitter account.
Nobody’s cooler than an old man photographed enjoying life while slurping on a cornetto ice cream cone with his best pal Gandalf.

Violating the Prime Snail Directive of Starfleet.

Alpaca 3D my main man!
(not really, I don’t know who he is)

“Aw man… that’s the third goddamned cloth I’ve dropped into this goddamned event horizon this week… and it’s barely just Tuesday.”

Oh get the fuck outta here, you!

OP found a manifold, and stampeded straight towards the wrong large-scale interpretation.
Like an Earth-measuring version of charly kirk on the gun issue, and look at him now, where that got him.

Trivial.
Naive.
Elegant.
“Energy”.
“Entropy”.
I mean… lasers, man… how DO they work?

“I’m Too Stupid For This.”
Amen!
“What?”

I picture someone like Grand Mage & Dervish Paul Dirac cracking his Special Relativity knuckles as he takes the challenge, “right then…!”

Curious. Do you often feel there are three ELIZAS in a trenchcoat?

I wanna see a reverse brachistochrone!

And if you still can’t reach it, ask your god or gods for help,
as it’s beyond the reach of Mr Newton or even Herr Leibniz.

Flyover country.
The Midwest of the Solar System.

Yet all this energy and electromagnetic phenomena
from our very limited vantage point and experiments
feels like it bathes everything as it decays gradually
in slow motion, one rung at a time, towards entropy,
zooming down an exponential thermodynamic curve
that aims and trends towards zero, beyond our view,
beyond the horizon, touching infinity itself.
And here’s the craziest part: the space itself where
this is all taking place, is accelerating its’ expansion.

Wandering the countryside, suffering from amnesia…
Then he came across the sheep and instinct took over.

The internet is not a dumptruck, it’s a series of tubes!
Just the other day, I got sent some internet through my email, and it didn’t arrive till yesterday… why?!!