A mathematician went insane and believed that he was the differentiation operator. His friends had him placed in a mental hospital until he got better. All day he would go around frightening the other patients by staring at them and saying “I differentiate you!”

One day he met a new patient; and true to form he stared at him and said “I differentiate you!” but for once, his victim’s expression didn’t change. Surprised, the mathematician marshalled his energies, stared fiercely at the new patient and said loudly “I differentiate you!”, but still the other man had no reaction. Finally, in frustration, the mathematician screamed out “I DIFFERENTIATE YOU!”

The new patient calmly looked up and said, “You can differentiate me all you like: I’m e to the x.”

To which the mathematician exclaimed, “Yeah, but I’m d/dy!”…and poof, the new patient was gone!

]]>A: Banach-Tarski Banach-Tarski ]]>

Q: Why did the chicken cross the Möbius strip?

A: To get to the…um…

From the growing list of comments on this post, apparently math jokes are quite a popular topic.

But then again, that stands to reason. After all…

…there is nothing greater than…

…or equal to…

a math joke. [ba-Dump!]

]]>A: Four-ear analysis. [“Fourier analysis”]

]]>“How that?”

“According to statistics, a normal person has one breast and one testicle…” ]]>