A while back, a reader from Bulgaria sent me a photo of a highly topical bottle of local spirits:
You can either know where you are, or how much you’ve drunk, but not both…
Having spent my last day of 2011 taking SteelyKid to the mall for bouncy-bounce and midway games, and then having her help me bake apple pie (which she demanded to do out of nowhere, and wouldn’t stop talking about), I could really use a shot of quantum liquor. Or even some classical beer.
Sadly, I’m fighting a wretched cold, so booze is out of the question. But if you’re in a partying state, have a drink for me. And may your 2012 be better than your 2011, but worse than your 2013.
Drink much of that, and delicate quantum entanglements in your microtubles will be disrupted. The result: being Hilbert-spaced-out.