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Friday, 14 October 2005

nobel and i

i give up! here is how i am: i am delighted about this year's nobel prizes.

every year around this time, announcing the coming of the much dreaded christian holiday season, the names of this year's nobel prizes winners are made public. somebody pointed out to me recently that i actually know a few of the laureates in both the post and pre award phases of their lives. i never gave this much thought, but indeed that is a fact that even i can not banter out of existence. it is not like it all has gone unnoticed by good old absent minded me. i do remember one occasion when i actually caught myself in a discussion with one of these good persons, and realized that i was explaining to him something that he did not know, or had not yet thought of. shortly thereafter i remember thinking to myself that i must have one hell of a lot of nerve to just not bow to his superior accomplishments and keep my big mouth shut. to be fair, i have to add that we were talking about my work, but then i was in my early thirties and a bit wet behind the ears. not that i am much wiser now, i just am at a different place.

why am i so thrilled about this year's nobel prizes? is it that i know two of the laureates? is it that i am delighted that one of my favorites, got it?

well, when it comes to the nobel prize, i have had a peculiar relationship to the whole enterprise. first, one of the business in my family is explosives, so clearly the man who created the foundation and the legacy of such a prestigious prize and i do have something in common, it is called dynamite. then there is my perception that at one of the places where i worked for a few years, that most of my colleagues were bent on getting one. so far two have, and neither of them was bent on it, they both loved and lived their discipline. so, yes, i am thrilled pink about seeing their life's love honoured.

second, i sometimes claim that i left the world of experimental physics because i just did not share my colleagues' ambitions of a nobel prize. there is some truth in that statement, and there is some funny logic in it too.

leaving experimental physics was perhaps my first act of rebellion against my parents. i was well over thirty, and i had yet to go through adolescence, i just had to start sometime.

by whatever interpretation mechanisms i had activated early in life, the impression that i got from my parents was that i was to achieve something great in the hard sciences, if i had declined to chose a profession that would make me rich, like medicine, engineering or law, then i better make it big in the hard sciences, something albeit esoteric, but considered serious. actually i was much more interested in architecture, agronomy, dance and sports but obviously i received no encouragement in that direction, and as a teen i was not into getting into conflicts, muss less with my parents. then in my early thirties i find myself in the ivory tower of academia, going through a five year long litigious divorce, raising a challenging boy, and i find out that for all the glamour and glory of it, that is not where i want to be. after the divorce, i was exhausted. at the time i expressed this exhaustion by saying that i wanted to be put in an envelope with no return address and be mailed to china. i left academia then, and i still love physics. it was in recalling the fond memories of a few discussions with one of this year's nobel laureates that i realized how much i had and do love physics. this is really important to me, and it surprises me that i had almost forgotten how much i do love physics.

i tend to think that the idea of the nobel prize in physics had been somehow instilled by my mother. it is perhaps no wonder that i projected that internalized extraneous and foreign to me idea onto my colleagues, like it is not surprising that i found joy and satisfaction in discussions with colleagues who shared in the love for the discipline, the curiosity for the wonders of matter, and the detachment from any form of acknowledgment or honours.

oh, i could go on an exhilarant random ode about my love for physics...

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Wednesday, 12 October 2005

nursing egoism: facts, fiction and fallacy

why are we here?

i wish that i could tell you, and i also do not give a damn about the fact that i do not know and that i can neither give you an answer, nor know why i am here, much less why you are here.

once upon a time, in a far far away reality, a man told me that my prose is arrestingly seductive. i laughed, not in his face, but i laughed at what to me then seemed such plain and undecorated  flattery. i have yet to discover a graceful way of dealing with compliments or flattery. last week i got an e-mail from a reader of this kitchen sink outpour, and it made me think that perhaps my prose does  seduce. perhaps, perhaps it does.

if you asked me what i came into this world to do, i will tell you: i came to live out loud. (Emile Zola)

yes the story seduces, drama seduces, swift little pirouettes seduce... my whole fucking life seduces!

still this morning, this very morning, i woke up seeking something else. it is the month of ramadan, it is the fasting month of ramadan, and it is time to get back to what is essential, and to surrender to the human condition. what was i seeking this morning when i left the house before 8 on the way to a crucial appointment? (that was friday past, that was my therapy session)

ah! the emperor needs new rules, the newest is that what i write on my filofax gets done. the electronic diaries serve other purposes, the planning purposes, but the filofax is imperative. i love imperatives, and i love residing in them. within all this mumble-jumble it occurred to me that there is one great myth about instant gratification and that very myth is about to be assaulted by the emperor. (what worked on friday, did not work on monday.  monday i woke up somewhere in the outskirts of strasbourg...)

but here it is how i am feeling today: after the morning meal, my stomach is full, so is my head... i am tired of feeling tired. i am tired of feeling tired and wanting to climb trees and walk on the walls. i am tired of procrastination, i am tired of good excuses. am i tired, or am i impatient?

what has struck me recently is that i am awfully impatient. i am impatient and i look calm, i move slowly... and other times i am faster than light. go figure.

life is as right as ever, it keeps me busy pursuing my two challenges, writing and starting up a new company. in addition i have another project called "nursing egoism" that also takes me off-line quite a bit, blogging is light.

these are times when i take retreat to my cave, some people call it depression, others the blues, and for some odd reason, i call it "my insignificant and meaningless life". so, what is it like, this exciting life of mine?

it has elements of getting up at 5 in the morning, of conference calls at 10 in the evening, of iaido practice on monday evenings, of therapy sessions on a wednesday afternoons, of daily long hours with the mac getting one word after another out, one letter at a time, making mind maps on large pieces of paper representing the story that i am writing,  the services of the company, or the wonders of my own existence. then it also has elements of weekends in italy, germany, czech, england, france or portugal.

why? you want to know why?

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Monday, 3 October 2005

it was in a tunnel

it was yesterday evening while driving through a freeway tunnel somewhere in northern italy that i summed up how i am doing these days: the next two months are critical. i seem to repeat myself again and again, but no matter where i am or how far i have come, the future remains just that, the future,  all much too uncertain, yet the sun invariably rises the next day...

it could be that it is because i have one weekend behind me during which i felt, tasted, and drunk freedom. it could be because on friday afternoon a sense of serenity returned to me, and i had neither the impression of ever having lost it, nor of knowing where it returned from. all the same, and without attempting to make this logical, that sense of serenity was there on friday and during the weekend. it was as if time stood still, there was not a worry to be had by me or anybody.  what is reality? what is illusion?

from a good old friend, one whom i have known since i was eighteen, i got a rather sweet e-mail this morning and he cited in it the lyrics of the song "nature boy" made popular by Nat King Cole:

There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he

And then one day
A magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return"

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return"


it was good to start the day by reading this, and it was good to hear my brother's voice.

from all the events of the past month, and the first few days of this one what remains is that good advice from the aikidoka who held me in her arms and pleaded that i let myself fall more gently. will i know to heed her advice?

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