From my father’s recently written memoirs: His masters defence in 1964.
"Out of sheer desperation I came up with an argument to defend my fatally flawed Masters thesis. The argument was that the nature of computing technology was such that the orders of magnitude increases in processing speed needed for my programming work to NOT be totally useless would come about in the relatively near future.
When pressed for a fact based estimate of “how much faster and when?” I had to admit I could not do so. My statement that computing times would increase by more than 100% in a “reasonably short time” had no solid basis in measured reality. (Moore’s law would be coined just 2 years later, but nobody around the table knew that.)
Nevertheless three of the five professors ‘bought my argument’. They were undoubtedly the ones who simply wanted to see me gone from the place, as I could tell from the looks on all the faces of those professors that they didn’t agree with my claim.
The lesson to be learned from this story is that sometimes, on very rare occasions, pure bullshit can retroactively be turned into what can be claimed to be brilliant analysis.
Despite the fact that this was the only such event I ever encountered in my life, it turned me into a dedicated professional bull-shit artist of considerable if dubious accomplishment.”
Oh father… I have learned so much from you. More than occasionally as a cautionary tale.
Also, my father set up and took this photo of me (Fodder) and my brother (Cannoneer). So I guess I got my idea that a picture should tell a story from him. That’s come in handy with showing off the latex designs.
Also also, he thinks it’s nifty that I run a latex business… My whole family has always had a very real “Follow your dreams and work hard” thing. I guess you can’t ask for much more than that.