Two men walk into a bar.
The first says to the bartender: “I’d like a glass of H2O.”
The second says: “I’d like a glass of H2O, too.”
The second man dies.
My sister, a HS Freshman math teacher, tried to cheer up her very first class, who had just all gotten a zero on their first quiz, by telling them the (apocryphal) story about Einstein himself having been a poor math student. A hand went up in the back. “Teacher, if he was so dumb in school and all…how come they called him Einstein?” She opened her mouth…after awhile the bell rang and the students all left…an hour after that she closed her mouth and went home, but she never did come up with a satisfactory answer to the young man’s question.
Heisenberg and Schrödinger are going for a joyride. Then, flashing lights appear in the rear-view mirror, and the two are pulled over by the police. The cop approaches the driver’s side and asks Heisenberg, “Do you know how fast you were going?” “No,” says Heisenberg, “but I know exactly where I am!” Bewildered, the cop asks if he can search the car, and Heisenberg consents. When the cop opens the trunk, a nauseating smell fills the air. “Hey, buddy,” says the cop, “Do you know you’ve got a dead cat in here?” To which Schrödinger says, “Well, I do now!”
It’s funny (no it isn’t) but I don’t think of Scientists as intellectuals. Not that they aren’t of the highest mental faculties and using it for good, but intellectuals tend to be those who appreciate thinking for its own sake, a subset of deep thinkers, if you will.
The Sartre jokes are, QED, intellectual jokes, but the science jokes are not.
Call me a stickler, but don’t call me an intellectual. I have a rolodex for that.