Monday, October 14, 2024

Faire Enough JOW #1251

 

There is more to Fall than merely allergies.  Not only is autumn the season of turning leaves and turning of sports from baseball to football, but it is also the season for Renaissance Faires.  We are fortunate to have the largest (this is Texas) Renfaire in the US, although purists sniff that our Faire is more like a combination flea market and costume party.  I had the pleasure of working there for a few years, so I am more familiar with Renfaires than most, and I still enjoy them.  My theme this week is about the Renaissance in general and their Faires in particular. 

I was at a Renaissance fair a few weekends back and there was this blacksmith putting on a forging show. At the end, he took questions from people. Someone asked, "What's your favorite thing to make?"

Without skipping a beat, he responded with "Babies."

 

“Dad, will you pay for my ticket to the Renaissance festival?”

“Sorry, son. I’m baroque”

 

I volunteer part time as a jouster at the Renaissance fair.

I’m a free lancer.

 

Hundreds of years ago vulgarity was commonplace, people were often drunk before noon, and public urination was not unusual.

At least that's what I tried telling the security guard at the renaissance faire…

 

My wife was on her lady time while at the Renaissance Faire and told me she was craving dark chocolate.

I asked her if the craving was period specific.

 

My girlfriend and I went to the Renaissance fair and saw a minstrel get cut in the arm

He's gonna be okay though, my girlfriend had just the thing to stop the flow of minstrel blood.

 

I've been trying to get the local renaissance fair reenactors to change the way things are run...

It's an exercise in feudality!

 

My dad set up a booth at a Renaissance Fair where people can dress up and get their pictures made as Frodo from Lord of the Rings exclusively.

He called it his Frodo-Booth.

 

I just paid for a boat ride to a magic themed renaissance carnival. The price was reasonable.

It was a fair fairy faire ferry fare.

 

"A Riot at the Renaissance Faire!"

Police intervened before anyone began luting.

 

“Dad, can I go to the renaissance festival?” Dad: “No, you’re grounded.”

Son: No fair!!

Dad: Exactly what I said.

 

My wife and I were planning trips for the summer.

She is a regular attendee of the Renaissance Fair, but I have never gone. I really want to go, so she said she will take me this year. When I brought up the county fair at the end of the summer, I found out that she had never been to it. I offered to take her to that. She was all in board with that idea.

"Good," I said. "That sounds like a Fair trade to me!"

 

I started studying art history.

I'm really learning a lot. This painter named 'Renaissance' is just amazing.

 

“I heard the Renaissance painters had a brush with greatness.”

 

And I will finish up with a long, involved technical dissertation.

Several years ago, a group of artistic polymaths decided to mathematically represent different styles of painting.
Each of the polymaths was a leading figure in a different field of mathematics, and each pursued and studied a different style of painting. Together, they decided that if they could create mathematical expressions for each style of art, they could decide which was superior.
The first polymath was an expert in isoperimetry, and he was absolutely obsessed with history.. This polymath's passion for history bled into his artistic pursuits, as well; he found that the works of the old masters, particularly Renaissance artists, could never be topped. For most of his adulthood, he spent his downtime trying to replicate the painting of Renaissance artists in modern settings, but he could never quite get it right. Using his isoperimetric expertise, this polymath created a geometric formula that succinctly captured the essence of Renaissance paintings. He called this the Renaissance Equation.
The second polymath was an expert in set theory and an outspoken advocate for Impressionism. He found beauty in the way impressionists introduced the movement of life into their paintings in the same way he felt he encapsulated the movement of objects between sets. Impressionism and set theory, for this polymath, were two sides of the same coin—two objects in the same set. He decided to use set theory to categorize and represent the necessary and sufficient qualities for something to be considered impressionist to create a fuzzy set with extremities reaching from not-impressionist to impressionist. Ultimately, this led to a breakthrough that led to an algorithm that could categorize any painting in an impressionist spectrum, and this perfect categorization furthered his belief that impressionism was the most beautiful style of painting. He called this the Impressionist Explanation.
The third polymath was an expert in isomorphisms. He saw true beauty in the ways in which an isomorphism could be distinguished, and could not be distinguished, based on the elements of the morphism from which they were reversed and inverted. This polymath believed that the value of isomorphisms, more than anything else in mathematics, depended on the perspective of the viewer. He looked at Neo-Surrealism in much the same way; from some perspectives, two isomorphisms could be differentiated in the same way two Neo-Surrealist paintings could be. He mathematically mapped countless Neo-Surrealist paintings and built an algorithm that could utilize much of his research into isomorphisms to differentiate between them. His results, which suggested that Neo-Surrealist paintings were all isomorphisms, proved to him that his favorite genre of art was superior. He called his work the Neo-Surrealist Formula.
The final polymath was an expert in orthogonal matrices and a lover of Cubism. He viewed matrices as the foundation of higher mathematical thought, and because the determinant of an orthogonal matrix must always be 1 or negative 1, he believed his study to be the purest form of mathematics. Naturally, he fell into Cubism. Though Cubism did not represent perfectly orthogonal figures, this polymath believed this was not a failure of Cubism, but a failure of art as a whole—the need to portray broader themes caused the cubes not to be perfectly orthogonal. Despite this, the fourth polymath traced the primary vectors in the most prominent paintings of each genre, and he found that the vectors in Cubist paintings most closely resembled the orthonormal vectors he had long studied. He published his findings as the Cubism Experiment.
After the four polymaths had completed their individual projects, they convened to discuss their results. Even after seeing the work the others had put in, each polymath still trusted his own mathematical formula and believed his favorite genre of art was the best.

To reach a final conclusion, the mathematicians decided to submit their findings in a single bundle to a group of neutral mathematicians from all over the world.

They combined their work into a single expression of paintings, which they called:

Paintings: Renaissance, Impressionist, Neo-Surrealist, and Cubist Expressions. Within weeks of publication, this set of data became widely known as:

The artists’ formulae known as PRINCE.

 

 

Monday, October 7, 2024

Serious as a heart attack JOW #1250

I try to find humor in almost everything; it makes life a little more palatable.   In the past I have had all sorts of JOW themes, including joking about some serious topics.  Since I have coronary artery disease, I thought heart conditions would make a good topic to explore.  Here are some jokes with real heart. 

 

Many claim that heart attacks are one of the worst ways to go, but I disagree...

A bear attack would definitely be worse.

 

A man went to jail for stealing a heart.

I guess you could say it was a cardiac arrest.

 

A student had a heart attack when she saw the grade on her exam

She passed.

 

Dual Heart Attack Message by A Girl.

1st Message: “Let’s Breakup Now, It’s All Over”
2nd Message: “Sorry-Sorry, That Was Not For You “

 

A wife files an accidental death claim for her husband. It gets denied. She calls the insurance company demanding to know why the policy wasn't honored. The agent reviewed the notes and informed her the policy wasn't covered because he'd died from a heart attack, to which she replied:

"My husband didn't have a heart attack on purpose!"

 

Do you know cat owners are 50% less likely to suffer from a heart attack

mainly because their hearts are already broken

 

What do you call a black guy having a heart attack?

An ambulance.

 

The worst time to have a heart attack is when you're playing charades; nobody gonna help you.

 

My friend and I were playing golf. He hit the flagpole on the shot and said, “That gave me a heart attack!”

I told him “Actually that was a stroke”

 

What does a pirate say when he has a heart attack?

Arr me hearty!

 

An American has a heart attack while on vacation in Australia...

After he comes to in the hospital, the nurse walks in and the man, still confused, asks: "Did you bring me here to die?”

The nurse replies:
“Nah Mate, they brought you in yesterday”

 

A man who makes tie dye shirts was trying to borrow money to expand his small business. While filling out the paperwork, he had a heart attack and collapsed, spilling bottles of colored dye all over his documents. The poor man dyed a loan.

 

Then there was the man who got into a fight with a man who was dating the woman he fancied.  He won the fight, but the poor fellow had a fatal heart attack and fell down on the man he had just knocked down.

He was dead on a rival.

 

Another poor fellow had a massive heart attack during sex

He came and went at the same time.


An American man has a heart attack at his home.

His wife calls 911 and they send the ambulance over. Ten minutes later, the doctor calls the wife and asks her to come to the hospital. When she gets there, the doctor has some bad news. "I'm sorry Ma'am, but your husband suddenly had another heart attack and passed.

The woman is hysterical. "How could this have happened?!"

The doctor replies, "Well, we had shown him the cost for the ambulance..."

 

A regular at a local bar is drinking heavily one night, and expectedly has a heart attack and dies.

The patrons are dismayed. They know someone’s got to call his wife, but no one feels up to the task.
The drunk at the end of the bar unexpectedly says he’ll do it, and he picks up the phone.
“Hello, is this Mrs. Jamison? Ma'am…I have some good news, and some bad news for you”
“What’s that?” She asks suspiciously
“The bad news is your husband lost $20,000 to me playing poker.”
“What!” She screams. “I’m going to kill him!”
The drunk replies “Well, that’s the good news…”

 

A priest has a heart attack, and is rushed to the hospital…

He wakes up as he's being rushed through the hospital on a gurney by two nurses.
"Am I in heaven?" asks the disoriented priest.
"No" says one of the nurses. "We're just taking a short cut through the children's ward."

 

A lady told me her grandpa had a heart attack over the summer and she felt at least partially responsible.
He was having trouble navigating Amazon because they have so many different things available.  She suggested that when he wants to buy something he should look for a more focused website so it's easier to find things.
But if it wasn't for that, he never would have visited OnlyFans.

 

A husband and wife are on the 9th green when suddenly she collapses from a heart attack!
"Help me dear," she groans to her husband.
The husband calls 911 on his cell phone, talks for a few minutes, picks up his putter, and lines up his putt.
His wife raises her head off the green and stares at him.
"I'm dying here and you're putting?"
"Don't worry dear," says the husband calmly, "they found a doctor on the second hole and he's coming to help you.
"Well, how long will it take for him to get here?" she asks feebly.
"No time at all," says her husband. "Everybody's already agreed to let him play through."

 And finally some medical advice.

The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.
The French eat a lot of fat and also suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.
The Japanese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.  The Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and also suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.
The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.
Conclusion:
Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.

Thursday, October 3, 2024