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I’ve always been curious. About everything. When I was little, I asked questions incessantly. People used to tell my mom to stop answering them but she didn’t. I’m really glad she didn’t because it made me feel like it was okay to ask all the questions I had. I still ask questions. All the time. I don’t worry about looking stupid. I figure I can’t learn unless I ask. That’s always been my principle. I figured everyone to be curious. Some people might be scared or shy and thus not ask but they still wondered. How can anyone look at the sky and not wonder why it’s blue? Why mirrors reflect backwards? How can people drive without knowing how a car works? Almost every kid I meet stacks on the “why?”s so often that I knew it was built into our system. So the question is: Do we get too shy to ask or do we not care? There definitely is a section of people who get “too shy to ask.” They’ve either been shushed or, even worse, humiliated somewhere along the line and decided it’s best to stop asking. They figure if they don’t ask, they can’t be made fun of and they can’t feel stupid. We spend so much time trying to not look stupid that we choose to hide our lack of knowledge instead of taking the opportunity to learn. Which means we stay “stupid”, isn’t that a bit stupid? As much as those people make me sad, the people in the second category make me even sadder. Do people really stop being curious? Last year, when I was teaching, I had kids who had already decided that they were “no good at math” and when we had our math lessons, they would tune out. They weren’t curious why something worked the way it did. They just wanted to know (be told) the right answer and move on to the next problem. Their curiosity had been completely squashed out of existence. I can’t think of anything sadder.
The Big Apple: Thanks to the successful rollout, I get two days off so Jake and I decided to use this time to take a long weekend in New York. We haven’t been back there since we moved out last April so I can’t tell you how excited I am to be going back to the city I love and to see the friend I miss so dearly. I will also make sure to take a ton of pictures and eat bagels while I am there. Driving: I’ve finally managed to drive to work all by myself Monday morning for the first time. For those of you who’ve been following my ineptitude with cars, you know this is a huge achievement for me. I am hoping it’s a sign that I might eventually be able to drive though I might have to move back to the loving arms of New York just to never drive again.
1. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez The first week of the new year, I took one of my last vacation days and read the whole book in one sitting. The first fifty or so pages were confusing and I didn’t get into the story very much. But somewhere along the line, I got really attached to the characters, especially Ursula, and even started enjoying the insane story Marquez spun. By the end of the book, I could totally understand why people said they hadn’t read anything like this before. The book is difficult to describe. It requires suspension of disbelief. But Marquez is a fine storyteller and I did truly enjoy the book. I guess this means I’m going to have to read his other favorite as well: Lolita. 2. Life of Pi by Yann Martel 3. The DaVinci Code by Dan Brown 4. The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd 5. Mystic River by Dennis Lehane Most mystery writers spend too much time on the plot and not enough time on characterization. These characters were three dimensional. Likable and not at the same time. The grief in the story was overwhelming and made me identify with each of the characters at different times. The mystery itself was a bit odd since I really had no idea who the murderer was until the author revealed it. The ending, for me, was the worst part of the novel and did disappoint me a lot but over all, I still think it was a worthwhile read. 6. The Inferno by Dante Alighieri 7. The Amateur Marriage by Anne Tyler 8. Bringing Down the House by Ben Mezrich A true sign of understanding a subject, in my opinion, is being able to put it into laymen’s term. For someone who has had an exceptionally bad physics education, Feynman’s lectures are magical to me. The ones in this book are simple, entertaining, make sense, make few assumptions on my previous knowledge, and most importantly, don’t talk down to me. The reading is dense. It takes time. But if you’re interested in physics and know as little as I do about QED, it’s well worth it. If physics isn’t your cup of tea, I would still recommend two of my favorite Feynman books: What Do You Care What Other People Think? and Surely You’re Joking, Mr. Feynman! both of which aren’t about physics but will entertain you and show you what a curious and amazing person Feynman was. The Passion by Jeanette Winterson Next: Recommendations are always welcome by email, comments below, or chat. |
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