He might have won the very first Nobel Prize, had he not passed away just a few years prior, and much too young, wasn’t he in his late-30s or early-40s?

In fact, I believe that had Hertz remained alive and won his prize, the Nobel Committee would not have felt obliged to give it to Marconi a few years later.

Marconi was a back-stabbing asshole who became one of the wealthiest men in the world by abusing the gentlemanly trust of others, and coasting on someone else’s technology - particularly the way crystals oscillate, and some of them serve nicely as a sort of “translation point” between electromagnetic waves and the physical apparatus that transmits and/or receives the signal.

Pray with me.

Euler and Gauss… the lads.

I didn’t care, until it happened to me! TO ME!!!

A ball, however tiny, has 3 dimensions, it has a surface that moves around a mathematical point at the center of the sphere.
A point of zero dimensions has no diameter nor perimeter, no surface with which to spin. Yet when influenced by a magnetic field, a point-like indivisible particle behaves as if it does spin.

As Chief Brody might say, we’re gonna need a bigger math!
How about imaginary numbers and the complex plane?
Now add the Uncertainty Principle, just for shits ‘n’ giggles!
Probability space! Probability amplitudes and polarizations!

Where’s my man Maxwell at?
Also - should he get his own, or be placed along with Faraday, like Crick & Watson.

QCP!

That’s in the US. Over at CERN they call 'em Truth and Beauty, and I really want that to stick.

Imagine a sci-fi world, far in the future, where there are enough old unearthed pennies to be used as currency, but they are scarce enough to acquire great relative value.

“Hey, that must have cost a small fortune!”
“A hundred and twenty five pennies, to be exact.”
“Damn!”

Up peas / Down peas
Strange peas / Charmed peas
Truth peas / Beauty peas

For a more accurate map, erase everything south of Rome, including Sicily, as well as Corsica and Sardinia. At the northern end of things, probably also Ireland and Scotland.
Then make four new tiny islands and name them Barcelona, Munich, Amsterdam and Prague.

Somehow, They Fly Now has returned.

Take me home
ALL GLORY TO THE COUNTRY HYPNOTOAD

Take me home
ALL GLORY TO THE COUNTRY HYPNOTOAD

A sign of decay in management. The Roman Empire suffered just such a phenomenon, only with other details.

If this was analogous to the rise and fall of the Roman Empire, what would be the equivalent historical point?
Elagabalus? Maybe that time the title of emperor went to the biggest bidder and the guy lasted for a day? We need a Rough Roman Meme for this.

boolean root beer float

Which would be very much in the spirit of the movie.

Now to zoom out one extra level, imagine the article was A.I.-generated drivel. It’s probably not but go with the premise: Patrick Bateman has entered A.I. hallucinations! What is the real Patrick Bateman vs the A.I.-generated hallucination one?
Sounds like a fanfic sequel elevator pitch.

Oh no, no no no… it’s all part of God’s plan!

Smile for the hidden camera, you have been pranked! You thought it was indica, but in fact it was the mythical, elusive cannabis rutica!

You know, cannabis rutica, the one which Harrison Ford allegedly brought to the production of Star Wars in 1976, and which Carrie Fisher later blamed for being unable to recall most of her time on set during that period, under the spell and fog of that ol’ rutica magic.

Gotta hand it to Harrison Ford and his California carpentry buddies, with all their logging and crazy strong weed contacts up north in Humboldt County!