How To Act Like A Prospective Nobel Prize Winner!

"Not impatient, not impatient"

"I'm about 34, maybe forever"

"I'm no journalist"

"I must commend myself!"

"I don't even know what that means!"

"I'm not even a Zen monk!"

Did Nathan Win A Nobel?

I saw one of the same people that had come to my door before with a big group including some of my neighbors, supposedly investigating a Nobel prize, lurking on Orange Street again where the front offices are.

He actually went into the office, which makes me think it was related to me (actually, my first thought was that someone else in the neighborhood had won the prize).

I still don't know if the first visit was a hoax.

A physics prize would mean someone has built perpetual motion based on my designs, whereas philosophy would only happen as a literature prize if I were really popular (or, maybe smart).

I've mostly given up for the time being. I don't actively seek prizes. Most committees have imbalanced preferences or try to be objective. Anyway, I tell myself I wouldn't refuse the prize if it came my way.

The Day the Nobel Prize Investigators Visited Me

REWARD IN HE S1

I think this was around 2011 - 2013, at my Suite on Orange St. in New Haven.

Someone knocked on my door.

"Hi, you're Nathan Coppedge? We're investigating a Nobel Prize?"

"For me? I mean, really! For me?"

"Well, this is a very cursory thing. We're just checking to see if you 'might be' a valid candidate. It's either yes or no. If it's no, then you won't ever win the Nobel Prize."

"I would say, I'm a little immature. Too immature for this!" I said.

"You could be indicted for fraud" one of them said, helpfully.

"My experiments are honest, but incomplete" I said.

"Well, that's that!" someone said.

And, that was it.

For a long time I just assumed it was a joke arranged by my mother.

But my mother said it wasn't.

Nothing else came of it.

So, I had to assume it was real.

(Another option I'm considering is that my friend Laura Fawcett arranged it with the staff of the Peobody Museum. And another option is that it was a large group of neighbors in my building. But who knows).

Later the landlord asked me:

"Did you win the Nobel Prize?"

I said, "No, not yet."

"What about the people?"

"What people?"

"Those people who visited---"

"Oh, those people. I think they were just joking around."

He said: "That's a lot of people to joke around with."

There was a deadness in his voice, like I was joking around with the American people.