Life After Physics.

Well, my course, anyway. :)

I went to the university to see my exam today and was pleasantly surprised to see that there were a couple of lengthy, math-intensive questions where I hit home runs.  My professor was very emphatic that I had earned each and every mark -- no fuzziness or creative marking on his part.  Considering that the last time I took a physics course (back in those neon days known as the late 80s), I made a whopping 4% on my midterm, I'd say I've come a long way!

I got so much out of that course, as painful as it was. There is a poetry in there, in amongst all those scary numbers and the confusing diagrams, that resonates within me -- the affirmation that things unfold in a logical, intricate and beautiful way. And I can't get enough of it.

Another gift the course gave me was an introduction to the late Richard Feynman. I had seen him in the videos from The Symphony of Science (which I highly recommend, by the way), but in our physics class, the professor showed a five-part series on YouTube called The Pleasure of Finding Things Out.  The more I learn about Feynman, the more I genuinely like him as a person.

As I sit here tonight battling yet another respiratory ailment (the legacy of last fall's H1N1 for which I'm much less grateful), I'd like to share something that never ceases to make me grin: Richard Feynman, Nobel Prize-winning physicist, playing the bongos.  The joy is infectious!