I have never claimed to know everything. No one knows everything.
That would just be weird. But it amazes me the depth of my ignorance about some
subjects. I mean, I was vaguely aware I wasn’t very good at math, couldn’t find
Morocco on a map, and wouldn’t be able to name 15 presidents under threat of
death. But, ever since I had kids, that has all changed. It’s glorious! I know
all fifty state capitals, all 44 presidents, and, even though I can’t actually
do it, I know what set theory is.
(It’s math.)
(It’s math.)
So, when my son received a book about Nikola Tesla, I
thought, Huh, that looks good. Who the
frick is Nikola Tesla? Well, he’s only an amazing genius who invented everything in the world. Well, lots of stuff anyway. And his research led to even more inventions. Did you know this poor little Serbian boy came
all the way to America to meet his hero, Thomas
Edison, just to have Edison employ him, turn on him, then try to ruin him?
Wow, kudos to Elizabeth Rusch the author of this book
because not only did I find out who Tesla was, I’m all pissed off for him long
after his death for getting a raw deal. Kudos, indeed!
FYI, in case you don’t know who Tesla was either, he
invented tons of useless stuff that you wouldn’t have heard of like electricity, remote control, the radio.... His discovery of AC electricity lit
the Chicago World’s Fair in 1893, the first all electric fair in history.
Edison tried to stop him and get the job himself, but Tesla wound up getting the
job and resulting fame. Tesla also wound up getting the “Edison Medal”. I find
that amusing.
