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Did his father marry a divorcee?
Josephf-
I actually solved it before. Around 12 years ago, when I was in Israel, a Rebbi gave me a Jewish version of the puzzle which his kid needed solved for extra credit. (The kids teacher probably needed it solved for his own kid but that’s a whole different chad gadya…)
Instead of different nationalities it was names like Chaim, Moshe, Tzvi, Eliyahu and Dovid…
Writing out the whole logic would take too long but it is doable.
Do you just want the answer?
Josephf-
Around the day that “I can only try” answered the riddle I was very busy at work in case I needed to take off from work for a couple days (my wife was due in a few days and I might have had to be busy going to the hospital, bringing them home, possibly a bris…) and I posted my last post for about one week.
The morning my daughter was born I signed on again and posted a riddle (anyone remember it?). She turns 7 months old today so that’s how I know that “I can only try” answered it around 7 months and one week ago.
You actually responded to that last post, “Dr Pepper – Not very intuitive :)”
Do you feel the same way now?
No, Josephf asked it about 7 months and one week ago.
But I remembered it on my own.
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Josephf asked that many months ago.
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They are part of a set of triplets, quadruplets or higher multiple birth.
Many years ago I was walking with two of my sisters when someone stopped us and said, “are the three of you twins?”.
One sister said, “No, triplets”.
Thanks for the great story, I couldn’t stop laughing while I was reading it.
Glad to hear there was a happy ending.
With all respect to the opinion of the one who wrote the article;
I read/ heard recently about the life of the first kollel yungerman of the yeshiva. (As a side point- he never left the yeshiva, he went on to work for the yeshiva for the rest of his life. When he passed away he was also the person with the longest affiliation with the yeshiva).
What I found very interesting was the amount of mesiras nefesh he put in, not only for his own learning but for the well being of the yeshiva. Besides for learning a full day in the yeshiva, during bain hasedorim he would ride his bike to different hotels in the area (he didn’t own a car) and raise money from the Jewish people vacationing at the hotel. (This was in the 1940s when kollel was virtually unheard of in the U.S. Imagine how hard it was to explain to people on vacation what he was raising money for.)
He supported his growing family on the meager stipend the yeshiva provided at the time. That was sincere mesiras nefesh for learning.
When his kids got older he moved them to New York where they would not have to attend a coed school. He commuted to Lakewood during the week and back to New York for the weekends until the yeshiva opened the New York office and he got a job there.
I’m curious to know if the writer did any research for the article.
Contrary to what the author wrote- Lakewood was a resort town when Reb Aaron Kotler decided that he wanted his yeshiva located there. He wanted it at least three hours away from the distractions of New Yrok (as Squeek hinted to above). It was not “established with the Yeshivah at its core to accommodate bnei Torah”. With no separate schools, Lakewood was definitely was not a place “to raise their families in an atmosphere of Torahdike hashkafos and dikduk hamitzvos”.
I hope I don’t get in trouble for writing this but from what I understand the purpose of the yeshiva was for bochurim/ yungerleit to learn for a few years with all their needs provided and no responsibilities to distract their learning. In the early days of the yeshiva the bochurim were not charged tuition for that reason. Reb Aaron, if I remember correctly, was against talmidim taking support from the government for then the time one was able to spend in yeshiva would seem infinite and the talmidim wouldn’t give it “their fullest” compared to if they knew they only had 6 to 12 months left and they had to “chap arayn”.
As this is a sensitive issue, I sincerely hope I did not offend anyone. Please forgive me if I did.
This is a personal preference but when typing I find it much faster to press WINDOWS LOGO + D at the same time than to remove my hand from the keyboard, grab the mouse, move the pointer to the icon and click.
It also looks very suspicious if you quickly grab the mouse when someone is coming as opposed to casually pressing two keys at the same time.
That was a great story ames. Thanks for sharing it.
The Doc and I were laughing so hard when we read it together last night.
He actually felt bad that someone outdid his proposal but I’m actually relieved that he didn’t think of that. 🙂
To get back to the main topic-
Someone offers to sell you a piece of jewelery but insists that the transaction take place on the NYC subway during rush hour. You’re not sure how much you’re willing to pay for it until you see it. You plan on making an offer between $1 and $1,000. Being that it’s on the subway during rush hour you don’t want to display too much cash.
Here’s the plan-
You’re going to put different amounts of cash into a number of different envelopes and write the amount in each envelope on the top left corner, and give him the envelopes that contain the exact amount.
How many different envelopes do you need, and what are the amounts in each one, to be able to come up with all the possible numbers between $1 and $1,000?
No reason to spend too much time on this. It rarely happens but it does happen (obviously with new patients).
Usually the case is someone sees me returning the files to the receptionist after an appointment and assumes I’m a nurse. They don’t realize I’m a doctor until I meet them in the office and introduce myself. The kids think it’s hilarious that there is really a person named Dr. Pepper and the parents are mortified.
… but on some airlines they do. LOL
It doesn’t happen too often and I get a kick out of it when it happens.
The best part is when I walk into the room and say, “Hi, I’m Dr. Pepper”. The parents turn red in the face and the kids crack up.
Oy, I know, that’s what I was thinking when he first told me the story.
Where do I start from?
It’s a long story…
The Doc is the oldest of a mid to large size family. There were a handful of siblings dating at the same time; The Doc, his twin brother and two sisters- the older was one year out of seminary and the other was fresh out of seminary. (Another brother was 19 or 20 at the time and wanted to start dating but Dr. Pepper Sr. convinced him to wait.) His twin is very Yeshivish and refused to take any names unless it came from a professional shadchan, and the sisters, being girls, were also also at the mercy of shadchanim.
One particular “professional” shadchan used to set him up with people that were like so not compatible and threaten him that she will not give any names to his siblings unless he went out with so and so. If he still refused she would reach into her grab bag of techniques (including, but not limited to, getting his Rebbe to convince him to change his mind and in one particular case she even called a friend of his who went out with her and told him that as teshuva for saying no to her he has to get him to go out with her).
Saying “NO” after the first date was also very tough. She would say stuff like, “you didn’t give it a fair chance”, and give him a hard time about it. Eventually he decided to act in a way where the girl would for sure say no and he’d be off the hook.
His parents couldn’t figure out what was going on but his younger brother, who either knew everything or knew how to find it out, offered to investigate. He called a friend of his from camp, who was a son of the Shadchan, and came back with the following information. I think it’s highly exaggerated so take it with a grain of salt.
Supposedly there were some rich parents of girls, who were not the brightest, yet they wanted their grandchildren to have a chance. They called this professional shadchan and offered large amounts of money if she could find the smartest guy for their daughter. The parents usually liked what they heard about The Doc; he wanted to learn long term, took davening and sedorim seriously and earned a secular degree so that if need be he’d have a means of supporting a family and he was known in Yeshiva as being a big masmid as well as intelligent and worldly. Poor guy, through no fault of his own he was stuck in the middle of all this. But he came up with hilarious things to do on a date (and he did it all very innocently) to make sure she said no.
With this particular girl, after she said straight out that they were not compatible he was relieved since he thought for sure she was going to say no. For some reason she said yes and they had to go out again. It turned into a soap opera (for no better way to describe it).
I’m pretty sure this happened with the same girl but can’t guarantee it. After he picked her up (it wasn’t the first date) they were deciding where to go and she asked if he could take her to a ball game. He’s really not a baseball fan so he explained that he doesn’t know what time the game would start or even if there is a game that night, and besides even if he could figure out how to get to the stadium and get tickets, a ball game wouldn’t be the best place to get to know each other. She let him get away with it but said, “after we get married I expect you to come with me to games”.
Next she asked him if he weighs over 200 lbs. “Why?” he asked totally shocked. “In one class I’m taking the teacher said we could get 5 extra points on our final if we give blood. I’m not eligible to donate blood for health reasons so he said that if I get someone else to give than I could still get the 5 points.”
“Aha, so why do you need to know if I’m over 200 lbs.?”
“Oh, the brochure said that the minimum weight is 100 lbs. so I was wondering if I brought you and you’re over 200 lbs. than you can give two pints and I’ll get 10 extra points!”
I’ll try to find out some more stuff over Shabbos.
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I didn’t say it’s OK, I said what happens.
Have you ever seen a male doctor being asked to watch the kids or make a coffee?
Until people stop asking me to make them a coffee or to watch their kids while they feed the meter, I think it’s important to publicize that not all women in a doctors office are nurses or receptionist, some are doctors.
Correct everyone.
Females can be doctors too!
Great riddle- which Dr. Pepper am I?
A boy was playing baseball and got injured. As he was being rushed to the hospital someone called the ER doctor and said, “you’re son was injured and we’re bringing him to you right away”.
The boy walked into the ER, looked at the doctor and said, “that’s not my father”.
How is it possible that the boy is the doctor’s son but the doctor is not the boy’s father?
I think it’s more the format that the video camera stores the videos on. Ours uses mini DV cassettes and we connect the camera to the computer with a fire-wire cable.
Your best bet would be to call B & H and speak with one of their highly knowledgeable sales people.
Hope this helps.
(If you post the model # you’re looking into I’ll look into it for you.)
Not sure if The Doc posted this or not (if he did feel free to skip it, I won’t be offended).
He was on a date with a girl he really didn’t want to go out with. The whole time she’s complaining about how she hates her boss because of an incident that happened recently (she only said her side of the story but even from that The Doc felt that she was 100% wrong). They got drinks, he opens his looks under the cap and says, “hey I won a free soda” and she said, “NO! we won a free soda”. (He was speechless, he thought she was about to propose.)
He couldn’t get her to stop complaining about her boss let alone stop talking so he just got up, started walking towards the car, opened the door and let her in.
To his relief after they got into the car she said, “you know, I really don’t think we were meant for each other”.
Later on she needed a tissue so he told her that Dr. Pepper Sr. keeps a travel size tissue box under the passenger seat. He’s not quite sure how this happened since he had his eyes on the road but as she leaned forward to get the tissues she wiped her nose in his jacket. He was very calm and asked if he should get it at the next red light but she said, “it’s OK, I don’t need a tissue any more”.
After he dropped her off he was a “Broiled Pepper” as he described himself and took a long ride around the Belt to let off some steam. After about an hour he was down to a “Red Pepper” and decided to go to Maariv. He walks into shul looking like a “Rotten Pepper” and ran right into her father who was also davening Maariv (and also knew where The Doc was for a few hours that evening and probably figured out who the culprit was that did that to him).
After Maariv he came home and my Mother-In-Law said to him, “that was a nice long date, aren’t you happy you listened to me and took her out!?”. Dr. Pepper Sr. knew something fishy was going on but didn’t quite figure it out until the next morning when he noticed that his sonny boy had put 75 miles on the car, considerably more that the 25 miles or so a trip to Manhattan and back should be.
He ended up going out with her again but that’s another story which will have to wait for a different time.
This one’s for you squeek.
Someone approached me at college and asked me the following question. On campus I looked like a typical Yeshiva guy and not someone who was taking graduate level courses. (I’m going to translate the secular terms into Hebrew for everyone’s benefit.)
“You people say the 13 Ani Mamins, written by Rambam, every morning. One of them states that Hashem has no body, has no similarities to a body and can not be physically compared to a body at all (# 3 if I remember correctly). I’m currently taking a course called calculus and just learned about infinity. So, if Hashem is infinite then of course he can not have any comparison to a body? Isn’t this extra?”
I figured that he was either trying to harass me or show off that he was taking calculus and wasn’t really interested in the answer. Here’s what I answered;
“Take the graph of y = 1/x and graph it from x = 1 to infinity. Now take that graph and rotate it around the x- axis. The volume is Pi yet the surface area is infinite. This proves that it is possible for an object to have both finite and infinite properties. Therefore Rambam had to include that principal otherwise one might think that Hashem has certain characteristics that are finite and certain characteristics that are infinite.”
When I was done he was standing there in disbelief with his mouth wide open. He had nothing to say so I just walked off.
InShidduchim-
Did outtashidduchim used to be your friend before this whole fiasco?
Darling-
Did you really think I was letting you know who’s going to run the house when I said that?
It was a joke, come on.
Now people are afraid to come visit.
Didn’t we have an agreement that we’re not going to discuss things here?
Did you forget to fold your Talis on Motzae Shabbos?
Keep it up and I’ll let everyone know what Zippora wrote in her diary.
Oh do I remember that story-
What a day that was, I’m driving down the street minding my own business when some kid decided that a stop sign is a mere suggestion. I totaled my mothers car, got sent to the hospital, got x-rayed…
I come home to call my kallah and tell her that I’m fine and she feels that it’s the right time (we weren’t even officially engaged yet) to let me know that she’ll be the one wearing the Talis and Tefillin of the house.
I considered putting this in the “Sh’luchei Mitzva Einan Nizokin” thread but I thought it might take away from the message that anonymisss was trying to convey.
When we were ready to get engaged the families couldn’t decide if we should “announce” our engagement right before Pesach or one week later on Chol Hamoed. (I won’t bore you with the reasoning since it has nothing to do with the story.)
The Tuesday after we decided to get “unofficially” engaged he was in a bad car accident but B”H walked away without a scratch (very shaken up though). The paramedics couldn’t believe that he was in the vehicle, let alone the driver! He was taken to the hospital anyway for x-rays and was sent home.
He was in good spirits when he called me that night and inevitably the discussion came up if we should have the L’Chaim the next night or wait until Chol Hamoed.
“I’m going to say this once and only one” I joked, “there is no way you are going to propose to me tomorrow night and then Bentch Gomel the next morning!”.
We waited until Chol Hamoed.
chaverim-
Try looking at all of them as limits. For numbers 1 and 3 the graph of the average will bounce lower and lower hitting bottom at 27.0 and 29.5 respectively, eventually as the number of calls whose duration you take into account approaches infinity the “bouncing” will be so small it will level off at 27.0 and 29.5 respectively.
The graph of the average of number 2 “telescopes” around 27 (think of a backwards telescope that extends forever- it goes higher and lower but the “mountains” and “valleys” get smaller and smaller) as you go along towards infinity. As the number of calls whose duration you take into account approaches infinity the “mountains” and “valleys” will level off at 27.0.
In number one the amount of billable seconds saved for a one second phone call is the same as a 61 second phone call, 121 seconds, 181 seconds…
In number two the amount of billable seconds saved for a one second phone call is different than a 61 second phone call, 121 seconds, 181 seconds… so the average will be different. However the longer the phone call the closer the average will be to 27.0. After 10,000 seconds the average is 27.0032, after 20,000 seconds the average is 27.0018. Keep going towards infinity and the limiting average is 27.0 (although it will never hit 27.0).
squeak-
You need individual data for this, not grouped data.
chaverim-
Amount of billable seconds saved (assuming phone calls of random length):
1. 27.0 seconds,
2. Limit as duration goes to infinity is 27.0 seconds
3. 29.5 seconds.
chaverim-
I’m still not sure what you’re asking.
Sorry 🙁
squeak-
Can you pick different parameters? The average length of a phone call is 15 seconds?
Furthermore, if you want to simulate the length of each call, I nead some random numbers (or I can have Excel generate them for me). Could you also find the inverse of F(x) for me (for the Gamma Function)? I never did it before and wouldn’t be surprised if it doesn’t exist in closed form.
I don’t use the hypergeometric distribution on a daily basis so this part might take some extra time (you didn’t stump me though).
bein_hasdorim-
I think if you knew him you’d have an easier time believing the whole story.
Do you want to come over for some chulent Friday night?
The chulent was actually pretty good. I did get very high on it though and went to get checked out. The doctor said I look fine and should come back in 3,000 miles. 🙂
We actually called a truce on the condition that she will not air our dirty laundry on YWN and I’ll fold my Talis right after Shabbos.
chaverim-
I’m not sure I’m following you.
There are many different possible values for a “variance of between 1 second and 30 minutes”. (There are also many different possibilities for the mean between 1 second and 30 minutes.)
I would also need parameters for the number of calls. (Feel free to throw in a discrete distribution if you feel it will be a better fit for the data.)
Just out of curiosity- what is your math background?
chaverim-
So for a random number of calls per month, each for a random duration of time?
Do you have a mean and variance for the amount of calls and length or each one or should I set up a random number generator to simulate different possible amounts?
Glad to hear you are OK.
Keep up the good work.
chaverim-
I’m here.
For some reason my posts haven’t been getting through so I’m not going to waste too much time writing a long detailed answer.
As the amount of time on the phone goes to infinity the amount saved by plan A over B or plan B over C approaches 0.
You might be able to get me to walk around dressed in green but how are you going to make me hold my hand up all day?
In any event you already lost window privileges do you want to lose the privilege of using my screen name?
OK Honey,
You want to go there?
Let me explain something- Bais Yaakovs do not teach gardening or car repair. How was I supposed to know that anti freeze is green?
By the way, I just did your laundry and I used anti freeze instead of detergent- you’re going to walk around now looking like the Statue Of Liberty. LOL
Does anyone know of a recipe for chulent that calls for anti freeze? I figure if I get enough in his blood stream he won’t complain on Shabbos afternoon that the air conditioning is too high.
A little background to the story first.
I’m driving with my mother in an old jalopy when the radiator starts leaking. Mom is all nervous that we’re going to get a ticket for illegal disposal of a toxic chemical (the anti freeze), so I pulled into a parking lot and parked in a spot where the front of the car was over the grassy part of a cement island.
I repeated the story on a date and the girl asked “but didn’t it ruin the grass?”
“Actually not”, I responded sarcastically, “it made the grass even greener than it was before!”.
“Oh, that’s very interesting, I would have thought that the chemicals would kill the grass.”
We ended up getting married but only after I told her I was going to take care of the yard (and oil changes).
CHANI—-
I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!
What did you write about me?
“Chewing his cud”?
I thought we had a truce about the plunger story. That story at the end about Dovid- at least you ended it at “and let’s leave it at”.
I’ll still open the car door for you but you just lost window privileges.
J/K- Can’t wait to see you.
havesomeseichel-
From the items you mentioned for being a good girl: how many of them apply before one is married?
“Women must take care of the family, make dinner, raise the kids, and many times work too.” It’s hard to give someone a grade on those items before they are married.
AZ-
I’m sure you’re a nice person but from the way you word some of your posts it seems as if you feel that your opinion is fact and can not be questioned. Before hitting “Send Post” please read over what you wrote keeping in mind that those who read it do not know who you are and will not hear your tone or see your facial expressions.
That being said let me try to explain why I feel that “I think it is much harder for a guy to be a “good guy” than for a girl to be a “good girl”.” is relevant.
This story happened about 7 years ago. A guy asked a shadchan to set him up with a girl from a nice family. The shadchan knew that the girl wouldn’t be interested since he missed shachris with a minyan 3-4 times a year (so he was there only about 99% of the time). The shadchan didn’t want to get on their bad side by mentioning a guy who they felt was “below par” so she asked me to. (I know the family and I’m not a shadchan so I have no reputation to lose.) The girl was running a successful internet business from her parents house and was able to keep her own hours. Normal waking time for her was between 10:00 and 11:00 (she was makpid on the zmanim though).
The mother wouldn’t hear of it. “My sons are at shachris on time every single day and I want the same thing for my daughter”. Oh really? Who are you fooling? Definitely not me. I was in Yeshiva with them at the time and I knew who was at shachris on time and who would do a 10 minute “quickie” right before seder.
While she may be considered a “good girl”, the same schedule for a guy would not be considered a “good guy”.
I don’t know who the guy was or his current marital status but the girl is 28 and single.
So AZ, it’s quite possible that after this didn’t work out he pursued a 19 year old thus creating a “gap”. If you look at the big picture you might find many cases where a girl did not give the guy enough leeway and he pursued someone younger instead.
As far as your question, “WHO are the “not good” guys marrying.”
Maybe they are marrying out of Yeshivish circles and thus reducing the number of eligible single males in Yeshivish circles.
She was born a Red Pepper but her color returned when she stopped screaming. My oldest son was born a Yellow Pepper and we almost had to postpone his bris.
Setting all joking aside, when I was a Little Pepper I got in trouble at school for being a Fresh Pepper and luckily my grandmother was there when I came home. My grandmother, who is a natural ally of mine, told my mother it’s her fault because she used to kiss my feet when I was a newborn.
(Now you know why Bubba maases are called Bubba maases.
Here’s another Bubba maase my grandmother will never let me forget. She keeps telling me that if not for her I’d only be 29 inches tall. When I was a Baby Pepper and playing on the floor someone stepped over me. My hero grandmother chased the person and made them step back over me thus allowing my growth to continue.)
I worked it out in Excel and left it on my home computer. I didn’t save the file but I didn’t close it either. Assuming the other Dr. Pepper doesn’t close it (or any of the other Peppers for that matter) I can repost it this evening.