Monday, 23 July 2018

The Name of the Family




My good mother always told me: Marcia, my dear daughter, you do not denounce your relatives at the police station because there are more things that should matter, things beyond their crimes, so say your surname.


That is when I started thinking that my surname was really important.


I never saw it in the social columns of the newspaper and Rio de Janeiro was always completely crazy about what they call socialites.


Socialities are basically people who are always invited to attend parties that matter, meaning those that appear in the dominant media.


I had to go through December to agree with mum: every family in the Country seemed to say, in loud and good sound, and every year, at that height, that there could be no Christmas without a Pinheiro.


(Pinheiro means pine/xmas tree in English and my name is Marcia Pinheiro)





Saturday, 2 September 2017

You Cannot Do This, Sir

It happened in Utah, USA: The nurse tries to explain to the cop that he cannot demand a blood sample of a person who did not consent unless he has a warrant. 

The cop does not have a warrant. 

Result: The nurse is arrested...









Thursday, 6 April 2017

Cross Multiply

Joke brings one interesting joke: What do you get if you cross a climber with a mosquito? 

The answer is: Nothing, since you cannot cross-multiply a scalar by a vector...










Tuesday, 28 March 2017

How Many of You?





A mathematical joke asks, How many mathematicians does it take to change a light bulb?

The answer is then a mathematical expression that means one:




I found this one on http://mathworld.wolfram.com/EulerFormula.html, but I would like to say that the right answer is none because, out of respect for our importance and work,  there is always someone to swap the bulb for us.


Monday, 20 March 2017

Soft Drink and Prizes






A little boy from Queensland was crazy about Coke. 

One day he got a prize.

One of the lids said he got a prize. 

He went to the depot to pick it up. 

It was a huge huge, really huge, box. 

He had to open it. 

He carried it in the bus and everyone kept on starring at it. 

He got home and his relatives all watched him unpacking: The first huge box was gone. 

Now there was a slightly smaller box. 

Everyone wanted to know what would come after this one.

He then unpacked. 

One more box was gone but there was an even smaller box inside of that one. 

He kept on unpacking. 

Another box appeared. 

Unpacked. 

Another one. 

He was now by the fifth box. 

Still unpacking. 

From size of a microwave's box to the size of a socks' box. 

Still unpacking. 

Tenth box. 

Now it came one that looked like a ring's box. 

It was the last box: Size of a ring. 

He opens it.

Nothing is inside of the box but a sentence. 

The sentence: Next time drink Fanta.