Ever hear of David Ng? No? He's an applied mathematics (in his case, finance) professor at Cornell. He has penned and recorded a ditty about mitochondria. Seriously. Check it out. In its way, it reminds me of The Philosophers Song by Monty Python:
Immanuel Kant was a real pissantA few weeks ago I discovered the wonders of cigar-box guitars. Very cool. This is Keni Lee Burgess playing Muddy Water's "Baby Please Don't Go" on his cigar box guitar.
Who was very rarely stable.
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could think you under the table.
David Hume could out-consume
Schopenhauer and Hegel,
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as sloshed as Schlegel.
There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach ya
'Bout the raising of the wrist.
Socrates himself was permanently pissed.
John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away
Half a crate of whiskey every day.
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,
Hobbes was fond of his dram,
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart:
"I drink, therefore I am."
Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed,
A lovely little thinker but a bugger when he's pissed!
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