So i had a mental slip today that caused me some anguish, I found myself for about half a minute thinking to myself that i had no clue what my mom wanted for xmas. and then i remembered shes dead, and cried for a bit.
After that took at brisk walk in the cold and had a few beers with strangers while reading Richard Feynman's 'Surely you are joking mr Feynman'. I don't know if its hubris, or just silly,(or perhaps a fraction of it is true) but I see a heck of alot of myself in that man. He just found his niche and I came along 40 years too late. I kinda wish I had put myself on a less self directed study course and more on a MIT level target, But all in all it was har enough dealing with crippling arthritis, and trying to stay passing in highschool let alone be the top of the class. But i do find mt self laughing and slapping my knee and loving nearly every moment where his childhood and my own paralleled. including accidentally torching a waste basket and holding it out the window with pliers. ;-D
If you want to read the book in a ebook format.
it can be found here, its full of awesome!
http://pdfdatabase.com/index.php?q=surely+you+re+joking+mr+feynman
