Well, I originally intended a bit more for this post, starting from a recount on how I recently finished watching The Big Bang Theory and a tentative remark on how perhaps it is so popular in China and other markets thanks the translators who would put up on-screen footnotes for all those vague pop culture and science “references” and so created an illusion of learning (other than language, that is).
I then forgot how that organically transitions into the body of this essay. So I’ll just toss that idea as is over there.
I’ll be brief.
I first learned of the famed 20th century aviator and entrepreneur a decade ago in a probably romanticized Reader’s Digest article, where, (I’m relying on my memory here), a young Hughes claimed that he wanted to become an aviator, a filmmaker, and a professional baseball player. He accomplished 2/3 of his goals with his later life remarkably, the article stated.
Not precisely that one magazine essay ordained that I want to follow his path, but I never forgot that story.
I’ve skipped homework in middle school to see Leonardo DiCaprio’s portrayal of Hughes in “The Aviator” on my then brand-new iPad 2; I’ve stumbled across the office for HHMI in Valley Science building at Berkeley; I’ve visited where he grew up in Christmas 2017 — Humble, Texas — as a side treat during a family visit…
Like that, my intermittent interactions with his legacy have kept memories of him on the background of my thoughts.
I have forgotten (and failed to research) what means Hughes employed to articulate his goals, but I’m quite sure it’s not on a personal website (or, by extension, a bunch of grad school application letters being drafted).
So I’ll do mine here. It’s quite pathetic, maybe, but with you reading this my efforts won’t completely go to waste.
Finishing up undergraduate degree.
Naive.By the end of my life, or likely after so, I want to be remembered as:
- A brilliant theoretical physicist and good educator
- A recognized digital artist in music, film and transportation design
- A pilot or racing driver
Howard Hughes Tony Stark
I don’t know how long I have.
I don’t know if the chaotic flow of history permits any or all of them.
We will see.
I walked into LeConte for the first time on this day in 2017.
To struggle to remember anything from the only two weeks that I spent in Berkeley prior to knowing A always brings a strange feeling…
Sure there’s this poetic and eerie preposition that our paths could’ve been skew entirely.
But also, there’s the observation that I remember less of my life two years ago than a decade-old magazine piece.