Saturday, August 25, 2012
Coanda's dad
.. was a General, math prof, and Prime Minister. His career came to an end after an assassination attempt by a commie anarchist, Max Goldstein, who set up a bomb, using an unexploded German 76 mm artillery shell from World War I. Goldstein got caught, but the other mad bombers escaped to Russia, where they were eventually executed by Stalin during the Great Purge.
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Mad Max and Beyond Thunderball.
That's right. In any case, that's one of those rare situations when the son ends up more famous than the Big Man: inventing the jet engine beats being PM, any time of the day.
Rare indeed. I can think of the Mills, the Bernoullis, the Penroses..... anyone else comes to mind in the Life of the Mind?...
..In politics or entertainment this is much more common. Think of JFK vs Papa, George Bush vs Herbert Walker, Hanoi Jane vs Henry Fonda, Charlie Sheen vs Martin, Romney vs Papa Romney.......
Yeah, right, geniuses. Albert Einstein was a son greater than his father and all fathers and this happens with all great men and women.
One needs not be an Einstein to get that, but it's surely over the heads of a CDer and a ProbStater.
That avoids the contentious (among Romanians) issue of the inventor of the turbojet which is reasonably disputable as a wash between Ohain and Whittle.
Of course, Tecs is still sore about some thumb-sized rock in the Danube that was inundated by some fucking commies as the least of their crimes, so let's not get too worked up by anything he gets worked up about.
Extraordinary Lad, this Herr Rott. He observes that all great men are of women born, and thus most probably had some father of which they were most likely greater than. And this astonishing insight into the most probable rise of the sun to the East of Wien we shall set in the polished Halls of FCP as a testament to the brilliance of our era.
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Or, perhaps, just maybe, however improbable, Herr Rott didn't quite grasp that the issue was of children of famous parents who achieved even greater renown. What are the odds?
You hit the nail on the head with a 2x4, AA. Maybe Mr Rot got hold of a 6-pack of IPA, and lost track a bit of what the discussion was about?
Getting back to the question at hand, one of my favorite examples of the genre (scientist beating big honcho politico Papa at the fame game) is Poincaré: well, he didn't really beat his Papa, but rather, his cousin, Raymond, who was the President of France all through World War I. But nowadays, when people simply refer to Poincaré, chances are almost 100% they refer to Henri, not Raymond.
Same for Henri and Constantin Coanda.
The odds are that you and Tecs are blind to the obvious more than anyone else in your families.
Herr Rott regresses to his mean.
Tecs and AA go nonlinear in their mutual admiration society. Only PDEer roT stays clear of the spraying slobber and tears.
You hit the nail on the head with a 2x4, AA. Lost to CDer Tecs is the plain fact that one drives a nail into a 2 x 4 with a hammer and that one drives nothing with a 2 x 4 other than thieves away from his chickens.
Try some angewandte, Prof. Einstein.
You're always too literal, Mr Rot. Allow sometimes for poetic license, and you'll feel like soaring.
Quit whining and pay.
VCP.
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