What then?
On a whim, he went to the streets of , Brazil, to learn how to play drums, and joined a samba band called "The Liars of Copacabana", where he served as the "Frigid Puller" and won the carnival championship that year. ; He found a stick in the forest of Los Alamos to play drums and sing, causing people in the village to ask "who is that Indian?"; he went to Vancouver to give a lecture to students, and went to underground bars to chat He played neckbells in a rock band, played a nightclub samba drummer in a theater company at the California Institute of Technology, and even served as an accompanist for a professional ballet company in San Francisco - although until the end, he never Understand what music notation is about.
He said, "I have never been interested in seeing paintings, and I don't really appreciate art." Then he held an "European Flying Festival" at California Institute of Technology (in order not to be criticized), "The physics professor can also draw, how interesting it is." ", he took this pseudonym) solo exhibition - he humorously named one of the nude sketches "Madame Curie Observing the Radiation of Radium". His paintings hung in brothels, strip joints, and weather bureau offices.
He studied various languages with a somewhat mischievous mentality, spent three months solving the Mayan puzzle, and then held a lecture on "Unraveling the Mystery of Mayan Hieroglyphics" at the University of California, Los Angeles. He is committed to summarizing the experience of picking up girls in bars and casinos. If he wants, he can even open a thief training company: "On average, I can open one out of every five safes."
He once gave his first wife A Lin's love letter wrote: "You are like a stream that rises and falls in the mountains, and I am the reservoir. Without you, I would be as empty and weak as before I met you. And I am willing to use what you have given me to My moment of strength will comfort you when you are at your lowest point." Two years after Arlene died of tuberculosis, he wrote another letter to her, which ended with: "Please forgive me for not sending this letter. I don't know your new address." That's not all. In a public lecture at the fall meeting of the American Academy of Sciences, our physicist composed a poem:
The ebb and flow of the ebb and flow / Countless molecules / Each running alone / Far apart but closely related / There is a harmonious atmosphere Whitecaps/A long time ago/In the ancient times when there were no living things/Eye has not yet appeared/Year after year/The stormy waves crash on the shore/Now for whom, for what/In a dead planet/There is no life to rejoice in it.
