Didn’t manage to get much sleep last night.
Instead of my usual scheduled bedtime listening (Snowball, Warren Buffett), I loaded up Richard Feynman’s Surely You’re Joking Mr Feynman.
A mistake.
The stories were so compelling that it kept me up all night listening to it.
I’ve read this autobiography years ago, around 94-95. Feynman won the Nobel Prize for physics in 1965, for something that I don’t really understand… (ie ”fundamental work in quantum electrodynamics, with deep-ploughing consequences for the physics of elementary particles.”)
But it was his young life that inspired me. His involvement in Los Alamos working on the first atomic bomb. His shenanigans cracking safes containing world-transforming information and reports. His way of looking at the world, at science, at people.
He remains the one person that I admire most.
I’m sure I didn’t doze off to sleep until nearly 4am.