Some books are brilliant in their own merit – funny, thoughtful, fascinating. Other books are very difficult to judge objectively because they are so important to you or someone you love. I fear I may be falling into the latter category here with Surely You’re Joking, Mr. Feynman!, the first in a series of short, playful autobiographies by the Nobel-prize-winning physicist Richard Feynman. Then again, it’s exactly the kind of book that pushes my buttons and gives me that insatiable itch for adventure. I must, in the end, enthusiastically endorse this book.
I forgot all about the parade, so when I overheard the next guy getting his haircut mention it, I got all excited. My ever-patient husband acquiesced and gave me approximately seven minutes of quality parade time. There is perhaps an equation to describe these situations in our marital life. One factor is my enthusiasm and the other is his reluctance. There is some maximum “benefit to couple” relationship between these two factors that allows us to optimize our time at the parade. Today, factoring in such things as cold weather, threat of rain, and remaining errands and chores, our time at the parade was approximately seven minutes.
The fantastic Cassidy DuHon had me out to second shoot Janet and Michael’s relaxed, intimate wedding at the Ritz Carlton in Tyson’s Corner.
