The Story Of 3 Brothers And 17 Camels

The following problem was invented by an unknown arabic mathematician many thousand years ago. The problem is very beautiful and that’s the reason why it survived all these thousand years.

3000 years ago there were no cars, no refrigerators, no electricity, no money. People did not go to work, and there were no schools. Life was really different from what we are used to today. In an arabic country, since there was no money, wealth was measured in real assets, like camels.

At that time, there was a wealthy men who had 3 sons. Among his most prized possessions were 17 camels. He was also known to be very shrewd. In his will, he determined that his oldest son should get 1/2 of his estate ( = whatever he owned at the time of death), while his second born son should inherit 1/3 of his estate. His youngest son, being the youngest should inherit 1/9 of his estate. (In case you wonder, at that time people did not believe in fairness. The first born son was always prefered).

After the father died, the three brothers were quite happy to inherit that wealth. After all, owning 17 camels is like owning 17 big trucks today except that trucks do not produce milk while camels do. They loved and respected their father very much so they were quite eager to satisfy the will of their father exactly. However, they did not like the idea of killing some of the camels in order to honor the last will of their father:

1/2 of 17 camels makes 8 and 1/2 of a camel figured the oldest brother,

1/3 of 17 camels makes 5 and 2/3 of a camel calculated the second brother,

1/9 of 17 camels makes only 1 and 8/9 camels thought the youngest brother.

A dead camel was not worth much, so it made perfect sense that they hesitated to proceed with the execution of the will. How could have our father made such a mistake in his will, they thought. He must have been very bad in arithmetic they thought. They asked their friends for advice, but nobody really knew what to do in this case. Finally, somebody recommended that they travel to the next large city where a well known old philosopher was living. He was known to have solved many difficult problems. Eager to solve their problem, they followed that advice and travelled to the big city (taking their camels with them – you could not leave anything behind since there was no police at that time) and found the wise men after some effort.

The philosopher offered them some tea and then listened to their story. “I agree, this is a difficult problem and I do not know what to do. But please come back tomorrow morning, perhaps I have an idea over night”.

The next morning they came back and found the old men already expecting them. Says he: “This was indeed a very difficult problem, and I had to think all the night long before I saw how to solve it. Before solving your problem, let me make you a gift. I am very much impressed by your eagerness to honor the will of your father, so I will give you in addition to the 17 camels you already own one more camel out of my own possession.”

The three brothers were now very excited, they got a free camel, great! OK, said the old man. Let’s now try to execute the will of your father. You, the oldest son, how much are you supposed to get? One half of 18 camels, says the oldest son. That makes 9 camels concludes he with satisfaction in his voice. And you, second som, how much are you supposed to get? Well, answers he, one third. OK, how much is one third of 18 asks the philosopher? Sir, that’s 6 camels. OK take the 6 camels. Finally, he turns to the youngest son and asks him: How many camels do you get? Well sir, answers the third brother, I am supposed to get 1/9 of 18 camels which makes precisely 2 camels.

The three brothers take the 9 plus 6 plus 2 camels away and discover to their surprise that there is one camel left. (9+6+2 = 17 but there were 18 camels). “This camel”, says the old man, “happens to be my own camel and, although I gave it to you as a present, I will now take it back as a fee for the service I performed by solving the problem”.

The three brothers were extremely pleased. No camel had to be killed, and yet the will of their father was completely satisfied. Full of admiration for the wisdom of the old men, they thanked him many times and left back home. Going over the miraculous solution on the way home, they started to realize that their father must have known arithmetic much better than they thought originally.

 

Jackie Chan Recalls Getting Hit By Bruce Lee

Jackie Chan remembers the best experience of his life, when Bruce Lee accidentally hit him in the head during the filming of Enter the Dragon.

For a young martial arts performer, getting to act opposite Bruce Lee was a huge honour – and Jackie Chan got the chance on the set of ‘Enter the Dragon’. But things didn’t exactly go according to plan.

When Bruce accidentally hit Jackie in the head, he felt awful. Which allowed Jackie to spend a little quality time with his idol.

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Christie Bumps Streisand

Oorah! Semper Fi!

Barbra Streisand, apparently, was not amused.

At least that’s the way Gov. Chris Christie saw it when the singer, actress and Democratic supporter — “one of your most famous Californians,” as Christie told the California delegation to the Republican National Convention Monday morning — was booted out of the governor’s seats during a White House event for Chinese dignitaries.

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The Story of Micro and Mini

Micro was a real-time operator and dedicated multi-user. His broadband protocol made it easy for him to interface with numerous input/output devices, even if it meant time-sharing.

One evening he arrived home just as the Sun was crashing, and had parked his Motorola 68040 in the main drive (he had missed the 5100 bus that morning), when he noticed an elegant piece of liveware admiring the daisy wheels in his garden. He thought to himself, “She looks user-friendly. I’ll see if she’d like an update tonight.”

Mini was her name, and she was delightfully engineered with eyes like COBOL and a PRIME mainframe architecture that set Micro’s peripherals networking all over the place.

He browsed over to her casually, admiring the power of her twin, 32-bit floating point processors and enquired “How are you, Honeywell?” “Yes, I am well,” she responded, batting her optical fibers engagingly and smoothing her console over her curvilinear functions.

Micro settled for a straight-line approximation. “I’m stand-alone tonight,” he said, “How about computing a vector to my base address? I’ll output a byte to eat, and maybe we could get offset later on.”

Mini ran a priority process for 2.6 milliseconds then transmitted 8 k, “I’ve been dumped myself recently, and a new page is just what I need to refresh my disks. I’ll park my machine cycle in your background and meet you inside.” She walked off, leaving Micro admiring her solenoids and thinking, “Wow, what a global variable, I wonder if she’d like my firmware?”

They sat down at the process table to top of form feed of fiche and chips and a bucket of Baudot. Mini was in conversational mode and expanded on ambiguous arguments while micro gave the occasional acknowledgements, although, in reality, he was analyzing the shortest and least critical path to her entry point. He finally settled on the old would you like to see my benchmark routine, but Mini was again one step ahead.

Suddenly she was up and stripping off her parity bits to reveal the full functionality of her operating system software. “Let’s get BASIC, you RAM,” she said. Micro was loaded by this his hardware was in danger of overflowing its output buffer, a hang-up that Micro had consulted his analyst about. “Core,” was all he could say, as she prepared to log him off.

Micro soon recovered, however, when Mini went down on the DEC and opened her divide files to reveal her data set ready. He accessed his fully packed root device and was just about to start pushing into her CPU stack, when she attempted an escape sequence.

“No, no!” she cried, “You’re not shielded!”

“Reset, Baby,” he replied, “I’ve been debugged.”

“But I haven’t got my current loop enabled, and I can’t support child processes,” she protested.

“Don’t run away,” he said, “I’ll generate an interrupt.”

“No, that’s too error prone, and I can’t abort because of my design philosophy.”

Micro was locked in by this stage, though, and could not be turned off. But Mini soon stopped his thrashing by introducing a voltage spike into his main supply, whereupon he fell over with a head crash and went to sleep.

“Computers!” she thought as she recompiled herself, “All they ever think of is hex!”

The Shortest Horror Story Ever Written

By Fredric Brown

The last man on earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.


And now the film version…

Enjoy!

“Knock”, is a short film written by Kyle Marrotte, it is based on the short 17-word story of the same name by Fredric Brown. The film is directed by Nick Lavigne and co-directed by Kyle Marrotte. Jake Buck plays the main and only character in the film. This is the first film Precedent Cinema has made a film using the Sony HDR-FX1 high definition camera.

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