I’m increasingly of the opinion that we all made a big mistake coming down from the trees in the first place, and maybe even the trees were a bad move, and that no-one should ever have left the oceans.
Thanks to everybody for their enlightening replies. Of course, I was aware there’s no entitlement with the artery. Just wonder why most bios insist he died without being remembered anyway bios from Poland. He has several descendants. Me and my brothers. My brother Tom is a pediatrician in Atlanta and he has two sons Patrick and Daniel. Plus there are my uncle’s and my aunt’s families. You said there was no fortune left. I guess I knew that. I did some calculated whining to elicit real answers. Perhaps if the fortune was noteworthy, there could be something left such as mementos that were better off with Albert’s descendants. But, of course, it wasn’t. It’s gone with the wind and, frankly my dears, I don’t give Adam.
Again with the boasting? Your family has been crowing about this dry land thing for eons. Some of the credit should be given to my ancestors. As only-slightly-less-evolved fish, their carnivorous appetites were the motivation that led your family to its ‘brilliant’ plan to pretend their fins were legs. The story that was passed down through my family is that your ancestors looked ridiculous thrashing about in the mud, gulping air.
Hello. The family is originally from Poland but it’s Jewish. My great-grandparents converted to Catholicism in 1881. After leaving Cracow/Kraków they moved to Vienna, Austria. That’s where they are buried. I don’t know anything about 
. I think it’s about my grandfather’s possessions instead since Albert died in 1921. I don’t know. Just wondering about the repercussions of this artery’s existence in relationship to his descendants. Anyway. We come from apes, don’t we? Thanks for replying.
You are absolutely right. I don’t know anything. I think it would rather be about my grandfather’s fortune whatever that is instead. He’d lost everything because of the war. Rise of the whoever.
He couldn’t find anything after the war. It was a common complaint in my family. My grandfather was a Polish diplomat in between the wars.
Thanks for your reply.
Wait. You’re that Marek Asamkiewicz?!
I can’t wait to find out about which Marek Adamkiewicz you’re referring to?
Thanks for writing.
He’s probably just kidding about the “you should be famous because your great-grandfather had an artery named after him” thing. But there is this (apparently somewhat) famous one. But plugging into Google “Marek Adamkiewicz” and “group home” (which was taken from yout profile) quickly led me to your Facebook page, and the images from there showed me which images on Google Image Search were you, leading me to your Twitter account and your YouTube account, including this somewhat terrifying video.
There is such a thing as sharing Too Much Information.
Have you* seen* my bio??������
Yeah, you click on your username and choose “view public profile” from the drop-down menu. Emphasis on public.
Thank you. I do realize too much is a problem however I don’t have anything so there’s not much that can be overdone. Like in the Dylan song: too dead for dreaming. I make videos about how my current day went. On Facebook there’s always a post explaining it. These videos and texts are my diary for all to see since you can’t avoid it. You are seen and you see no matter how small that is. I don’t get many views or likes on Facebook. Actually zero. So there’s no danger. What you saw is really the sum of what an anonymous personality like I can be in one day. I mean, I often dream about the Nazis in awful futuristic settings. If you read my bio you’ll guess I am sick and on medication. All the best.
What are you hoping to get from this thread?
As I alluded to in my mention of Paul Langerhans, Jan Evangelista Purkyne, and Achilles, there are lots of human bits named after someone. This list has several dozen, and it probably isn’t complete. Though I must admit that your family would probably be more likely to want to be remembered for the eponym than the descendants of Ruggero Oddi.
The thread is to get as many reactions as I can in order to make my mind up about what stance I should have in regards to the eponym. I have lived with it all my life without being concerned about it at all. Just a bit curious maybe. My personal situation isn’t good so I can’t boast about it at parties or have a say about it in general. Plus some people claim my great-grandfather died anonymously. Whereas he’s got descendants who remember him fondly.
Thank you for reacting.
I get it. Are you a character out of a Philip Roth or a Mordecai Richler novel?
In any case, stick around. I find you strangely sympathetic. In a Woody Allen-esque character kind of way.
Congratulations. I think that’s very mature.
[ancient zen dude] You are ready to join the outside world, grasshoppah! [/azd]
Anyone want to hear about my by-now-almost-forgotten ancestors?
I’d start drinking.
My father used to joke about the eponymous sphincter.
My father used to joke about the eponymous sphincter. I just said that. He also often said at supper time: a nóż a widelec. Which approximately translates as (and) a knife and fork.
But sounds like a nuż &&&
Which means “and now” yet resembles the word anus.
He repeated these things a lot because he had 5 sons and was worried about feminine
tendencies. Anal stuff.
We were young back then and easily impressed as he brandished his steak knife. Ok. And fork.
Pitchfork comes to mind as well as in the devil and Hell.
This was way before gay rights.
Do you think I’m a nebbish? I used to adore Woody Allen.