Monday, February 27, 2006

translated do inglês

Clarice
came from a mystery.
And left for another.
We remain in ignorance
of the essence of the mystery.
Or the mystery was not essential,
it was Clarice traveling in it.

Carlos Drummond de Andrade

jesus que mal escrito

do dignissimo Gremio Politécnico na Intranet:

O Grêmio Politécnico está organizando uma compra coletiva de livros a fim de obter preços mais acessíveis aos alunos.

Assim, mais pessoas terão acesso aos livros - uns por adquirirem por um preço baixo e outros por terem a biblioteca menos sobrecarregada – o empenho dos alunos pelos estudos aumentará, assim como sua produtividade, a cultura de estudar apenas por notas de aula e apostilas diminuirá, e o bolso dos alunos agradece!


(alguém entendeu o segundo paragrafo?!)

Sunday, February 26, 2006

ainda o unvertain principles - piadas de fisico

A promising PhD candidate was presenting his thesis at his final examination. He proceeded with a derivation and ended up with something like:

F = -MA

He was embarrassed, his supervising professor was embarrassed, and the rest of the committee was embarrassed. The student coughed nervously and said "I seem to have made a slight error back there somewhere."

One of the mathematicians on the committee replied dryly, "Either that or an odd number of them!"

My favorite among physicist jokes is a small bit of grafitti:

"Heisenberg was maybe here"

How many theoretical quantum physicists does it take to change a light bulb?
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One. One to turn the bulb, one to hold the ladder, and one to renormalize the wave function.

A physics professor, his post-doc, and one of his grad students are walking across campus on their way to lunch, when they stuble over an odd metal object half-buried in the ground. Pulling it out and dusting it off, they find it's on oil lamp, and a genie appears.

"For releasing me, I will give you each one wish," the genie says.

The grad student speaks up first: "You know what?," he says, "Screw this physics stuff. I want to be on a tropical beach with a drink in my hand and a beautiful woman at my side." And *poof*, he's gone.

The post-doc speaks next and says, "You know, I've decided I really don't want to be in this field anymore, and this guy's a slave driver-- I wish I had a post-doc in biophysics, at Major Research U." And *poof*, he's gone.

The professor looks at the genie, and says, "Those two better be back in the lab at 1:15."

Heisenberg was driving down the Autobahn whereupon he was pulled over by a policeman. The policeman asked, "Do you know how fast you were going back there?
Heisenberg replied, "No, but I know where I am."

An engineer, a physicist and a mathematician find themselves in an
anecdote, indeed an anecdote quite similar to many that you have no doubt already heard. After some observations and rough calculations the engineer realizes the situation and starts laughing. A few minutes later the physicist understands too and chuckles to himself happily as he now has enough experimental evidence to publish a paper. This leaves the mathematician somewhat perplexed, as he had observed right away that he was the subject of an anecdote, and deduced quite rapidly the presence of humour from similar anecdotes, but considers this anecdote to be too trivial a corollary to be significant, let alone funny.

There are no physicists in the hottest parts of hell, because the existence of a "hottest part" implies a temperature difference, and any marginally competent physicist would immediately use this to run a heat engine and make some other part of hell comfortably cool. This is obviously impossible.
-- Richard Davisson

A grad student is walking to campus when he encounters a talking frog, who says, "please sir, I'm really a beautiful princess. If you kiss me I will become human again and be forever grateful."

The student puts the frog in his pocket and walks on. Soon he hears muffled shouts from his pocket and pulls out the frog.

Quoth the frog: "Didn't you hear me? I'm really a beautiful princess. If you kiss me, I will love you forever and you will be wealthy beyond your dreams!"

The grad student puts the frog back into his pocket, only to once again hear the muffled screams.

"Look, man," the frog screamed, "what will it take to convince you that I'm telling the truth?"

The student replied, "I believe you, but I'm a grad student. I don't have time for a girlfriend...but a talking frog is cool!"

Two fermions walk into a bar.

The bartender asks, "So, what'll it be."

The first one says, "I'll have a gin and tonic."

The second one replies, "Dammit, that's what I wanted!"

from the uncertain principles (http://scienceblogs.com/principles/)

The Classical Zeno Effect

Category: PhysicsQuantum OpticsSilliness

A Dramatic Presentation of a Classical Analogue to the Quantum Zeno Effect

A Play in One Act:

John Boy: Good night, Mary Ellen.

Mary Ellen: Good night John Boy.

JB: Are you asleep?

ME: No.

JB: Are you asleep?

ME: No.

JB: Are you asleep?

ME: No.

Repeat several more times

Exeunt, pursued by a bear.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

eu quero

dvd da novela "que rei sou eu".

humpf.

por Clara McFly do "garotas que dizem ni"

ri muito:

adaptacoes de chapeuzinho vermelho:

"Peça do Zé Celso
O título seria: Queima, Chapéu
No palco, uma garota vestida de vermelho passeia inocentemente pela Floresta – representada por acessórios de cena feitos de metal retorcido e valorizados pela iluminação delirante. Com um grito repentino, ela denota a aproximação do lobo (que a platéia nunca chega a ver), e retira seu capuz num gesto... er... teatral. Em seguida, aparecem várias ninfas nuas que levam Chapeuzinho ao centro da ribalta, onde ela deposita a capa e, entre gritos, convida alguém da platéia (muito possivelmente o cara mais tímido e padrão de todos, talvez um bancário conhecido por Almeida, que está lá acompanhando a namorada cabeça) para ajudá-la na missão de queimar a capa. As ninfas também participam do movimento e queimam inclusive o terno do Almeida. Seguem-se duas horas e meia de aparente caos e danças em torno da fogueira. É o chamado “momento catártico”. Ao fim, Zé Celso aparece portando um cajado e é ovacionado."


Tuesday, February 21, 2006

em ritmo de dorzinha

Sapato Velho

Roupa Nova

Você lembra, lembra

Naquele tempo
Eu tinha estrelas nos olhos
Um jeito de herói
Era mais forte e veloz
Que qualquer mocinho de cowboy
Você lembra, lembra
Eu costumava andar
Bem mais de mil léguas
Pra poder buscar
Flores de maio azuis
E os seus cabelos enfeitar
Água da fonte
Cansei de beber
Pra não envelhecer
Como quisesse
Roubar da manhã
Um lindo por de sol
Hoje, não colho mais
As flores de maio
Nem sou mais veloz
Como os heróis
É talvez eu seja simplesmente
Como um sapato velho
Mas ainda sirvo
Se você quiser
Basta você me calçar
Que eu aqueço o frio
Dos seus pés

Saturday, February 18, 2006

autopackage

Piedade!
Até que enfim os linux developers mostraram algum tipo de compaixao com os pobres mortais que gostam de linux por que é open e free (queném eu) e que nao entendem nada de computador (queném eu).

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Hemingway

'Every one needs to talk to some one,' the woman said. 'Before we had religion and other nonsense. Now for every one there should be some one to whom one can speak frankly, for all the valor that one could have one becomes very alone.'

***

'No, Pilar,' Agustín said. 'You are not smart ('viva' em espanhol). You are brave. You are loyal. You have decision. You have intuition. Much decision and much heart. But you are not smart.'

Monday, February 06, 2006

bacteria: you can't fear what you can't see

Quando o seu unico prato quebra, deixando cair no chao a sua janta, você tem duas opcoes.

Eu nao vou contar pra minha mae a que eu escolhi.