my story as a freelance theoretical physics writer

Displacement is to a standing wave as noise is to drift for standing wave to noise there is no relation for which drift to displacement  is exempt.
I am the daughter of a north American chess champion who as well was a blacklisted writer for comedy in the 1950"s. According to the rabbi for the performing arts who spoke at his funeral, He did manage to forward a screenplay concerning "Who bumps off who" in Washington to Helen Douglass the famous pink lady defeated by Nixon. As legend goes, she changed the order of presidential succession according to the play that my mother destroyed along with his other plays after his death. I was born on his birthday. In the two genres I have dedicated my mature life to, it appears this curse was indeed passed on.All writers have been advised to "write what you know". I steered a course through the study of theoretical physics because if class curve is any indication, I could not.
I hale from what once was a small concentration camp survivor's neighborhood Carthay Circle which begins Beverly Hills. There was no child it seems that did not escape some kind of unexplained damage. Three children had ceribral palsy, another epilepsy. Others fell to the influences of the 1960's. My mother jested that it was strotium 90 fall out from the Nevada test sites. At 10 I had developed a full addiction to lead paint and the mercury found in thermoniters. At 13, I had already fully rebelled as my parents tried desperately to salvage my life transferring me to yet another junior high that would have me with the help of Riese Davis Clinic where I was an outpatient. Post thumbing America throughout my teenage years and phoning into my favorite TV host Elliot Mintz, I set my sights on the adult entertainment industry where I had graced the Coronet, the Follies, the Ivar, the lesser known venue next door to the Condor, hubs in Denver, Seattle, Toledo. What we had labeled the dungeon-the changing and staging area of the Follies read "When God gives the world an enema, this place goes first". Ironically, the Victoria theater that housed our venue as one of San Francisco's oldest, survived the earlier quake. Legend has it John Wilkes Booth's brother performed there. Regard this rant and preparation as an excuse for I am going to violate a long held oath. Any success I would gain would not read as a 'who's who' of who and what with who of Hollywood. I have visited 2 alternative bookstores who have recommended self publication as as an option. But when I inquired as to whether they would carry it, both could offer no options because I am not famous. So if it helps to know which music industry barons I waltzed with I will say it. Since I have begun the process of outing on Facebook, I want to say something at least kind concerning the woman at INT 10-3 October 25-29. People had presented their endeavors in brief in a round table fashion so I as well did joyfully heralding "Uber engineered lattice gauge facsimile" and she remembered me and respected it. Where as at Kavli, I had gone to the visitor's room first to make sure I would follow all protocol and rules. The representative had indicated the lectures as open but, "just do not say anything". At that round table I did get my feet wet sputtering some transport pump in D bounce orbital reason. For a week I sat quietly with manners. But then 2 administrators banned me not from lecture for which t5hey said I was welcome to attend but from refreshments. I left crying anyway and have never attempted return later reasoning I should have said I was a visitor. Later that year at MIT, I extolled the honesty of my amateur status to the instructor who quized me anyway concerning an electron factoid for which I nailed it. I am in Starbucks and I gotta pee so I'll end with this. There was a regular at the Coronet in 1973-1975 so odd he really stood out. Out of the corner of my mind I remember him madly writing on a yellow legal pad? Did they even have those then?. He never 'looked' if you know what i mean. It is as if he just needed reassurance I would do it. He sat always right front row. I remember being envious of his passion for what he was writing as it seemed to exceed his interest in me at the foot of the runway. In later life, befallen to physics, waltzing into "The Character of Physical Law", I quickly recognized the man as Richard Feynmen.