This is a math riddle often asked in Portugal to kids who are good at math. There are two versions of the same riddle, but if you can do one, you will most likely be able to do the other – I leave you both, just in case:
A hawk flies by a flock of doves and says:
Hello hundred doves.
We are not an hundred doves – the doves replied – but us, as much as us and a quarter of us together, and you, hawk, makes an hundred.
So, how may are the doves in the flock?
In the second version, the doves reply, instead:
We are not an hundred doves, but us, as much as us, half of us and a quarter of us together with you, hawk, an hundred would be.
So, can you find out how many doves are in each of the flocks?
I hope you won’t mind the direct approach, the **Some company name** team is looking for Perl developers to increase its headcount, and I was wondering whether you would be interested. Your profile is a good match for our needs.
I was looking into my recent contacts on Linked in and I had a message from a recruiter that started with that paragraph.
So, do you guys know of any developer who is looking for a company who hires for the headcount?
If being head counted is your dream job let me know on the comments and I will give you the recruiter contact.
From the little prince to the intersessions of Mercy, by the sisters of Mercy, and not even spiking social responsibility statements from corporations, our society is impregnated with the idea that we are responsible for the lives of others.
With the little prince, our responsibility end with those we tame, but to almost everyone else it extends to anyone whose lives we touch – I depending on how you interpret this, it may be a way bigger group.
But where is our responsibility with ourselves?
Some days I have the feeling that sleeping is essential to keep productive.
Other days the fun of keeping working on something takes all the need for sleep away.
It’s not only how much we sleep that matters, it seems, but also what is keeping us from sleeping.
“Any given Saturday” (Um sábado qualquer) is a Brazilian comic from Carlos Ruas about gods – lots of them, from the Christian God and his son to the Nordic, Egyptian and the African and traditional Brazilian gods – they all show up now and then. This one strip is about hell…
the conversation goes like this:
– Welcome to hell! Football starts at 14h, the barbecue starts at 16h, the strip show starts at 17h…
– You are not going to torture my soul for all eternity?
– Of course not, little fool. God made that up to frighten you.
– You are here because you didn’t follow the words of god, right?
– I’m also here because I didn’t follow the words of god! Welcome to Paradise!
I’m saying this for years. Who want to go to heaven? Everyone praying and behaving very up-tight… it sound like hell to me.
Just like mine… in my case I even had the excuse that in Portuguese (my native language) the expression for Homework, when translated back to english mean “Work of Home” or “Work for Home” – my home never learned how to do the homework, doesn’t matter how much I insisted.
One of the things that keeps surprising me is the lack of dreams.
I understand quite well those who don’t do anything or that don’t manage to finish much – I’m planing on buying one of those T-Shirts that say “I put the Pro in procrastinator” – After I start writing this story I did replace the aromatic candle I like to have in my table, and then looked for the T-Shirt, but not happy to find one, I did find one, two, three… hell, a full category of them…
But the lack of dreams surprises me. Asking someone “What would you like to do?” or “What would you do if money was not a problem?” and getting “I don’t know.” as an answer confuses the hell out of me.
I love to read. And the space in my shelves is more than gone.
I know that a lot of you are already being published in digital formats, but If that is limited to the big publishers who use DRM, don’t count me as a client.
But in general I’m more than willing to pay for your work. But I only in an open format, DRM-free – epub is my personal preference.
Now, personally I get most of my ebooks from smash words, but if I really want to get your book, I’ll find your site and where to get the book from.
We just created a new word at coffee today:
Artscribing – artscribing is the art of creating meaning for and/or describing pieces of art, specially for abstract modern pieces that don’t have any apparent visual resemblance with pre-existing things.
In a less formal way, what it really means is taking some meaning or description for a piece of art out of one’s ass.
Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.
Just found it and thought that it was worth keeping somewhere!