"بالطبع أنت تمزح سيد فاينمان" أكثر جملة وجهت لريتشارد فاينمان عندما يقوم بمغامرة غريبة في سبيل التجربة للتحري عن جواب لسؤال يخطر بباله أو بسبب فضوله
يعتبر الكتاب بالنسبة لي هو أفضل مغامرة عشتها مع فاينمان وأفضل رحلة
خرجت منها بشخصية وأفكار جديدة و طموح عالي
و كذلك أسلوبه ممتع الذي يتسم بقص الحكايات المتنوعة في كافة المجالات العلمية والحياتية والعاطفية و المسلية
- بدأ فاينمان بالحديث عن طفولته الشقية المرحة حيث كان مستمر في الحركة و التفكير و تفكيك الأشياء لمعرفة اجزاءها وكذلك لمحاولة إصلاح الأشياء المعطوبة
و كان دائما يتحدث بكل صراحةويعترف بأسلوب يجعل المقابل يضنه يسخر ويمزح
-جرب العمل في مجالات مختلفة و شركات و شارك في حلقات علمية و دراسية بمجالات مختلفة و اشترك في صفوف لدراسة الدكتوراه وهو بعمر صغير
بدافع الفضول للمعرفة لكن اثبت سرعة استيعابه وذكاءه وتفوقه على من هم أعلى منه شهادة و عمرا
- يعترف دائماً بأنه محظوظ في كل مكان يدخل فيه
-استمر في البحث عن العلم إلى أن استقر في الفيزياء والرياضيات ف أبدع فيهما و حصل على جولات في جامعات العالم لإلقاء محاضرات علمية و كانت أول محاضرة له بحضور العقول المتوحشة وهم انشتاين و راسل وباولي وغيرهم ف سببوا له رهاب و قلق وخوف لكن اويلر ساعده و قام بتوجيهه ماذا يفعل ف نال على رضا العقول المتوحشة

The Most Fascinating Man

I just met the most fascinating man in my life – just finished reading “Surely You Must be Joking Mr. Feynman”. Here is a man who is probably one of the brightest that ever walked on this planet. A person who was relentlessly curious, and not just about his own craft, but about almost everything he encountered. An incredibly mischievous person who took nothing very seriously, but at the same time took everything seriously enough to explore passionately. Feynman was obsessed with solving problems, and not just in Physics but anything that he took interest in, and that’s a very large universe from machines to drumming, from school education to picking up women in a bar, from art to Mayan hieroglyphics. Above all, he was a man who was irreverent towards all ideas until it made complete sense to him.

What bothered Feynman the most was people’s lack of deep understanding of what they believe they understand. Most of us believe we understand a few things, especially things that relate to our professions, but do we really? Most of us have a very superficial sense of things that we know, which may be adequate to waddle through our jobs and our life, but the kind of deep understanding that Feynman is referring to, where everything fits together and makes perfect sense, where one is capable of explaining to another individual with perfect clarity, is mostly missing. Even more dangerous is that fact that most of us are not even aware how muddled our understandings are. Most of us, as individuals, and sometimes entire professions, suffer from this grand illusion without ever being challenged.

I wish I read this book many decades earlier, because there was a possibility that it could have changed my life. I believe it should be a must-read for all young people, especially those that plan to take up a scientific, or for that matter, any intellectual profession. Looking back at my childhood, I had very similar curiosities as Feynman, and like him I spent most of my time tinkering with things and exploring everything from fire to ants and from machines to questions like why we find something musical. However, I was not even nearly as smart, but more importantly, I did not have his perseverance. Many of us are curious when we are young, but intellectual laziness prevents us from exploring them adequately. Most of us also lack the spirit to challenge all ideas that came from authority sources. To Feynman, every idea had to make perfect sense to him, and until then he simply would not accept them. I, on the other hand, grew up with values that tried to convince me that having some “beliefs” is a virtue. These beliefs did not come as religious or social dictates but more as moral and political wisdom, and I convinced my young mind that I am making perfectly rational choices. The funny thing is, if you asked me when I was in my teens or twenties. I would have proclaimed the same mindset that Feynman had, except I really did not practice it.

What a remarkable human being – almost unbelievable! I have never met or seen Feynman. Once I stood just outside his office door in CalTech. I have been extremely lucky to have met and spent time with his close friend and colleague Murray Gell-Mann, who is often mentioned in this book. Another astounding mind…

It's one of those books after which you think: WHAT? I can only give 5 stars to it?
And then you think you should give every other book less stars, because they are not as awesome as this one.
And THEN you think about the inspiring character this book is about and that he is such a positive person and never would give other people get less, just because he is so awesome. And then you are just sad that the book is over and thankful that you could read it : )

Não gostei do estilo, ainda que me tenha rido com algumas histórias, o tom cómico acaba por marcar o discurso de Feynman, reconhecido pela sua humildade, com um registo intenso de sobranceria. Reconheço no entanto que o teria sentido diferentemente se o tivesse lido em 1985, não apenas pela idade que tinha nessa altura, mas por estarmos numa época bastante diferente. Estes problemas de sobranceria são mais marcante em histórias que tocam o seu génio ou então áreas científicas além da Física, com Feynman a chegar ao ponto de dizer que não quer nada com abordagens científicas interdisciplinares.

Por outro lado, o livro que se pretendia como autobiográfico não dá conta de qualquer linha cronológica, surgindo as histórias de modo desorganizado e com variações temporais que colocam eventos em choque (ex. histórias com as diferentes esposas). Do mesmo modo, vários dos ataques científicos realizados por Feynman aqui relatados acabam ficando coxos quando em contraste Feynman abusa de observações baseadas em meras histórias pessoais.

No essencial, temos um amontoado de pequenas histórias, por vezes engraçadas, por vezes entediantes, que nos dão acesso a uma parte de Feynman, mas acaba por apresentar o mesmo bastante à distância.

Просто чудово!!!!
Яка неординарна особистість, яке унікальне мислення, який інтерес до механізмів життя. Бажання автора розуміти усі процеси навколо, його наукова чесність , критичне мислення, весела вдача та дотепність, уміння спрощувати щось на вигляд складне, і взагалі так просто дивитися на життя, - усі ці якості роблять Фейнмана надзвичайно цікавим об’єктом пізнання , і чудовим другом для читача. Книга дає як пізнавальну світоглядну інформацію, так і гарантовано гарний настрій впродовж всього читання!!! Дуже рекомендую!

Everyone has a collection of favorite stories that they enjoy telling; but it's unusual for the stories to be so good that a friend insists on writing them down, so that other people can appreciate them too. When I read this book, I almost feel that Feynman's telling the stories himself. Well, when that happens in real life, you always want to join in; here's my personal best effort at a Feynman-type anecdote. I hope it's now far enough in the past that the people concerned will see the funny side, if they happen to stumble across this page by accident!

STAR TREK AND THE PERSONAL SATELLITE ASSISTANT

It was early 2000, and I had just started working at NASA Ames Research Center in California. I was part of this little group that was supposed to be developing spoken language dialogue systems for space applications. The guy whose idea it was had started up the group, recruited me and two other people, and then left to join Microsoft Research before I'd even arrived. So everyone was looking at us suspiciously. Why did NASA need software that you could talk to?

I can't quite remember how it happened, but we began collaborating with this guy I'll call Y, who had a project called Personal Satellite Assistant. Y was a nice person, but he just couldn't tell the difference between science-fiction and reality. His office was completely full of model spaceships - his favorites were Star Trek and Star Wars. He'd got the idea for the Personal Satellite Assistant from the scene in Star Wars where they're practicing light saber skills using this little floating ball. Y had suddenly thought that the astronauts would find something like that very useful. You'd have a little floating ball robot that you could talk to. It would have propellers and sensors and things, and you could tell it to go around the Space Station and check that the CO2 level was okay, things like that.

The astronauts didn't like it much, but luckily for Y there were other NASA managers who had trouble telling the difference between science-fiction and reality, and he got plenty of funding. By the time we came in, not much had happened about building the robot, but Y had paid quite a lot of money to a company that did models for science-fiction films. They had built him a cute mock-up of what the robot would look like when it was done, and he had it sitting on his desk alongside the Starship Enterprise and the X-Wing Fighters.

So we were supposed to build the dialogue system, the part that would let the astronauts talk to the little floating ball. We put something together in a few months, and it wasn't too bad. We didn't have a real robot to hook it up to, so we scanned in a picture of the Space Shuttle from a coffee-table book, and did a very simple animation. You had a red dot that represented the robot, and you could say things like "Go to the crew hatch" or "Measure the oxygen level at the flight deck and the main deck". The dot would move to the places you'd said and give you the readings. Every single person we showed it to made the same joke; they'd ask what would happen if you told it to open the pod bay doors. After a while, we added that command too. We'd just ask them to try it, and it would answer "I'm sorry Dave, I can't do that". Most people thought that was funny.

Y's group liked our dialogue system, and it got demoed a lot, but they never gave us any of their funding. We'd talk to them about it, and they kept making excuses. They never said no, but they never said yes either. We began to feel just a little bit annoyed about that. Now it was late March, and we'd been sitting around having a few drinks, and suddenly we came up with this idea. I can't remember who thought of it, but as soon as we realized that my colleague B had a sister in LA, it was irresistible. She called her, and the sister liked it too. It only took a couple of hours to set everything up.

So, on the morning of April first, B emailed Y and asked if the Star Trek people had managed to get hold of him. They were planning a new movie. It was going to be one of those episodes where they go back in time. They'd return to the year 2000 and talk to the NASA scientists who were building the technology that would later become the Flight Deck. The twist was that they would use real NASA scientists, playing themselves. They'd asked B if she could do it, and she'd already said yes, but the one they most wanted was Y, because of the amazing Personal Satellite Assistant. B laid it on really thick. She even said that they'd asked her how she'd feel about playing a romantic scene opposite Captain Picard. She said she'd have to think about that. At the end, she told Y to call the producer, and she gave him this number with an LA area code. Of course, it was really her sister's number, and her sister had changed the message on her voicemail.

We couldn't believe he would fall for it, but he did. He called B's sister's phone, and he left this long, rambling message that must have gone on for fifteen minutes, saying what a great idea he thought it was, and how much he wanted to be in on it, and how they were right, the Personal Satellite Assistant would be just perfect. I guess he must have figured out in the end that it was a hoax, but we never found out for sure.

The Personal Satellite Assistant project continued for nearly seven years. In the end, they had a ball-shaped robot that they ran in a room where it hung from this complicated system of extending arms. You could give it commands through a laptop (they never did get around to hooking up our dialogue system), and it would whir its fans and try to move. Usually, you had to push it a little to start it, but once you'd done that it would go places. There was a book called Robo Sapiens which had a chapter on the Personal Satellite Assistant, and described it as though it was really being used. Don't believe everything you read in popular science books - it's not always true!

We stopped working with Y. Instead, we went to the astronauts at the Johnson Space Center and asked them what they wanted spoken dialogue technology to do for them. We built them a prototype, and they tested it on the Space Station in 2005.

There is no guarantee that one wouldn't feel bored while reading this book, which was probably the reason why it took me so long to read it, but by the end, it leaves the readers with the impression that Mr. Feynman was, undoubtedly, a genius and indeed, a curious character.

This is one of those rare books that you cannot help wish had never been written. Of course, I think most women will agree that not only do they wish he hadn’t written it, but more, they wish he had not said and did the things he did toward women, as recounted in this book.

After all, there are so many really wonderful Feynman stories. At Caltech he is positively venerated. Last year, at a celebration celebrating the man on what would have been his 100th birthday, as I was standing in line waiting to be let in, I overheard one of my favorite anecdotes; so perfectly does the story capture what Feynman is to Caltech. A gentleman behind me was talking to a friend about his days as an undergraduate at the Institute. He said that he would never forget the time when an upper class-man had explained to him the workings of Caltech’s highly streamlined bureaucracy:
“Basically at Caltech,” the upper class-man had informed him, “There are six division heads who report directly to the provost; who himself only has to answer to the President.”

Amazed at how minimal departmental management was at the institute, he had asked, “Is that it?”

To which his interlocutor had immediately replied: “Well, of course, the president does have to answer to God; who then must answer to Richard Feynman.”

The celebration had people coming from all over, and I was surprised during the talks, when a famous female physicist began her talk by commenting that we “simply cannot just brush the things Feynman did under the rug." At the time, I had wondered if it was really necessary to bring that up in front of his daughter and other family members—why humiliate them? And this was a commemoration for all the wonderful riches he brought to Caltech after all.

Reading this book, however—for a bookclub I am in at Caltech—I did feel utterly put off by the man. In fact, it is convenient that he went by the name Dick since that is what he was. The things he said about women were cringe worthy—and as a woman, really upsetting. I was a young woman when he wrote this book, and so I can say it is simply NOT a matter of judging people from the past by our own standards. I know that it wasn’t okay then and mot okay now to say and do the things he did. It was appalling and I hated reading the book. His behavior in Japan was also extremely off-putting. As I finished the book, it felt more and more that “dick” really was quite taken with himself, as he outsmarted the women, the Japanese, the Brazilians and on and on. It was an extremely unflattering book. I am going to try and remember all the things I liked about him anyway… see below.

More of my good thoughts about him are here
https://www.3quarksdaily.com/3quarksd...

And this is another Feynman story that I find to be really charming
https://www.amazon.com/Tuva-Bust-Rich...

This is a shitty 'old man anecdotes' book. There wasn't even any interesting physics in it. Feynman didn't write this himself either; many things he says are just stupid and didn't happen.

دلیل اینکه میگویم من یک آدم «ضدروشنفکر» و «غیر فرهنگی» هستم احتمالا به زمانی بر می گردد که در دبیرستان بودم. همیشه نگران این موضوع بودم که یک مرد نازک نارنجی باشم و نمی خواستم خیلی حساس و نازک بین جلوه کنم. از نظر من، یک مرد واقعی هرگز به شعر و امثال آن توجهی نمی کرد. هرگز برای من مهم نبود که یک شعر چگونه نوشته می شود. بنابراین نسبت به آدم هایی که ادبیات فرانسه می خواندند یا به موسیقی و شعر می پرداختند یا به نوعی با این کارهای ظریف سر و کار داشتند، گرایشی منفی پیدا کردم. من به آدم هایی که آهنگر یا جوشکار بودند و یا در یک کارگاه کار می کردند، بیشتر احترام می گذاشتم. همیشه فکر می کردم آدمی که در یک کارگاه کار می کند می تواند وسایل زیادی بسازد و او یک آدم واقعی است. این نظر من بود. به اعتقاد من اهل عمل بودن همواره فضیلت محسوب می شد. در حالیکه با فرهنگ یا ادیب بودن در نظرم چندان فضیلتی نداشت. البته نظر اولی اشتباه نبود ولی دومی احمقانه است.

حتما شوخی میکنید اقای فاینمن ریچارد فاینمن

3.5

Originalas gal skaitytųsi smagiau, vietomis knyga gal kiek ištęsta, kai kurie gyvenimo įvykiai gal ir nebuvo verti paminėjimo, kartais gal nelabai tiksliai išversta (bajerius visada sunku išversti, o čia teko patirt jausmą, kad jauti, kad turi būt juokinga, o nejuokinga), bet šiaip poilsiui puikiausiai tinka, ypač jei mėgstate skaityti apie genijus, žmones orkestrus ir visų galų meistrus. Na, ir jei norite pasisemti stiprybės nesureikšmint “reikšmingų” žmonių, nes būtent tuo ypatingai pasižymėjo Feynmanas.

https://knyguziurkes.com/2021/10/09/j...

I love this book so much. I really want to give it 6/5. I read and re-read it often, and Feynman is one of my personal top heroes.