I’m a huge fan of Richard Feynman; as a kid, his auto-biographies were inspirational. If you haven’t read them, I recommend picking them up: Surely You’re Joking, Mr. Feynman! and What Do You Care What Other People Think?. If you haven’t heard of Richard Feynman before, you can read a nice vignette about him by W. Daniel Hillis titled Richard Feynman and The Connection Machine.
Earlier this summer I went up to Rhode Island for a weekend.
My friend Patti drove us up to Charlestown, Rhode Island. She was coming from Pennsylvania, and we met for lunch in Beacon, NY at a restaurant called Homespun Foods. We ate a few sandwiches and picked up some food for later.
There had been a couple of large storms a few days earlier, and the normally calm shores had waves of well over six feet.
The shorebirds and gulls didn’t seem to mind. Whenever a large swell hit the tidal pools they dashed away.
The snails also seemed very happy.
Seaweed makes a great wig.
Charlestown has a large briny bay with fish and cormorants.
Last Monday, I threw on my suit and tie and made my way over to Chelsea Piers for the sixth annual “A Second Helping of Life,” a benefit to fight cancer for Share. The food was great; I got to meet a ton of famous chefs; the benefit raised a good amount of money.
A couple of months ago, my Dad and I walked over the Brooklyn Bridge. Despite having grown up in New York City, my father had never walked over the bridge before–he had a great time.
I’m in San Francisco now on vacation. I was last here a few months ago for work. The day I left, I dashed over to Lombard Street, the most twisty street in the Bay Area. While I took a taxi to Lombard Street from the hotel downtown, I walked back over two or three very large hills.
From the top of one of the hills, I was able to see Alcatraz in the distance.