Submitted by NotHilarious on Wed, 12/28/2011 - 7:19pm
Everyone appreciates different types of posts on this site and not all highdeas
have something we are looking for. My highdea is an attempt at a post that
includes something for each of you. Whether you are looking for a story, an
idea, a poem, a thought provoking theory, a punchline, a quote to live by, a
reflection, a prediction, even an opinion. I don't personally know any of you,
but I appreciate all of you.
"Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh the thinks you can
think up if only you try!"
- Dr. Seuss
I am starting to become worried about what technology is capable of. One of these two men is a robot.
A fucking robot?! Capable of doing some simple human tasks at this point, but being taught....or programmed to do more as time goes on. This is from a robot convention, but that just means that there could be even more advanced robots out there already. Fuck. That literally blows my mind.
Even the skin is getting more technologically advanced. They've created a new skin that contains sensors capable of detecting light touch, similar to small hairs on humans.
Where this technology is going, I do not know, but it's fucking weird to think about. What if there are already robots among us?
Motorcycles get much better gas mileage than cars because they require less
energy to run right? If an electric car only gets like 300 miles per charge
(mpc), wouldn't it make more sense to make electric motorcycles cause they could
go so much further on a charge?
To be clear, I do not mean an electric bicycle. Those would be slow and
inefficient due to the battery size. A motorcycle could hold close to the same
amount of batteries the electric car could hold based on the size of the body.
Stretching is important before and after exercising. What if you could stretch
while you exercised though? Sounds like it would be more efficient. To do this I
will design a walking shoe with a raised toe area, and lower heel to allow for
walkers to stretch their calves while they walk. If sketchers shape ups worked
so would this.
As a kid I wished time would speed up and I'd be older.
Years flew by, I've aged but now time isn't any slower.
There's no way to turn it back, my shortlived childhood is over.
Make believe monsters are now real world dreams.
Imaginary problems have turned to real life screams.
Budgeting how times spent, scheduling every thing.
The 6 year old me would hate me.
If I could explain it to him, maybe he wouldn't blame me.
Doubtful. My once big dreams have all been compromised.
Along the road I've believed a ton of lies.
Life isn't easy man, it's all about the sacrifice.
The only real path to discovery is actually trying.
My life has changed and I feel like I'm at wits end.
If I make it, it's only because of these friends
But time is short, I don't quite have the time to pretend.
Slaves to money and we are counting every damn cent.
Our blanket forts have been replaced with jobs that we all resent,
But if I keep living in the past I'm gonna miss out on the present.
Appreciate the now.
Freshman year of high school is a confusing time in everyone's life, but Stacy
had never been more sure of anything ever. She was going to one day go to
college to study and be an architect. She had always been creative as a child,
drawing, painting, sculpting, even playing music. Nothing intrigued her more
than the mammoth structures she saw visiting the city with her parents. Ever
since she had seen a documentary detailing the entire process from the design to
the construction of the Golden Gate bridge, it was all she could think about in
her free time. Everything about it appealed to her and she knew exactly why.
Whenever asked why she was so interested she would always reply the same way,
"The creativity, the science behind it, and the ability to leave my mark in the
world." She spent hours each evening drawing elaborate skylines and cityscapes.
She began researching which colleges had the best architecture programs and what
the prerequisites for applying to each would be so she could be prepared for the
day it was her turn to stick her foot in the door. Stacy's parents, Mike and
Julia, were impressed by her drive and ambition and knew that she would make an
excellent big sister to the second child they had on the way. They had been
trying for years to have a second child but after two miscarriages in the past
decade they had almost given up hope until the news broke about 3 months before
Stacy started high school. She was going to have a younger sister.
By the spring of the following year, Melanie had been born. A beautiful 8lb baby
with a full head of bleach blonde hair. The whole family could not have been
happier they had this new treasure in their lives. Stacy loved holding Melanie.
Brushing her hair, talking to her, reading her stories and singing to her.
Seeing her little sister smile could brighten even the darkest of her days.
As months went on however, Mike and Julia started to worry about Melanie though.
She hadnt learned to crawl yet, and wasn't as responsive as other babies her
age. By her first birthday when she was unable to even sit up on her own their
worries had turned to full fledged panic. They decided it was time to do some
tests to find out what could be the problem. The next morning they scheduled a
visit with a child psychologist. After visiting with Melanie for only a few
minutes the doctor could tell something was wrong and recommended blood tests to
find the cause. The results would take a few days to get back from the lab
however so they headed home knowing nothing more than they had when they
arrived. Stacy had been staying with her Aunt Lydia for the afternoon so that
she would not worry about her younger sister. Mike and Julia knew that the next
few days would be long and stressful as they worried but they did their best to
stay composed in front of Stacy. On Wednesday Mike got a phone call at work. He
excused himself from the meeting he was in to take the call. It was Julia. He
could tell she had been crying so he knew whatever she was about to tell him was
not going to be anything he wanted to hear. Mike broke down before she could
continue. He told her he'd be right home and that they could talk then. His
office was 9 miles from his house and it only too him 12 minutes to get home.
The longest 12 minutes of his life. When he pulled up, julia was on the porch,
still sobbing. Mike ran over to her and hugged her. He could feel her heart
beating through her skin. They stood there for a few minutes in silence until
Julia broke the silence with one word. "Autism." The word echoed off the walls
of the porch while Mike took a step back. "Thats the simple diagnosis. Melanie
is severely autistic. The doctor says she has a disorder known as 18Q deletion.
Meaning she is missing a chromosome. He says it's a common cause of autism."
Mike is still speechless as Julia continues "he says...he says with her level of
physical and mental disability she may never be able to walk or talk." She
breaks down as Mike grabs ahold of her again. They stand embracing each other,
each thinking about different aspects of life that they have taken for granted
that their daughter will miss out on. Graduation, prom, marriage. The more they
think about it the more hysterical they become knowing that they are unable to
help in this situation. A few moments of silence pass on the porch before they
hear the storm door open. It's Stacy carrying Melanie out to the porch, both of
them smiling. Mike and Julia try to hide the fact that they've been crying but
it's pointless. "How long have you been standing there?" mike asks. "Long enough
to know how worried you two are." Stacy says. "Ive been worried about her too
you know. Ever since you started taking her to the doctors I've been doing
research on kids just like her. Thats where I got the idea for music. Before I
walked out here, I sang her a song and played keyboard until she was smiling so
wide I had to come and show you. Just because she isn't going to live the life
that you and I will have, doesn't mean she will never be happy. Her happiness is
simpler, more pure and I'm going to do whatever I can to keep her smiling her
whole life. That's why I am going to go to the Berklee College of Music." "What
about architecture?" her mother asked. Stacy replied calmly, almost as if it had
been rehearsed. "There are three reasons I want to be a musician and help
Melanie: the creativity, the science behind it, and the ability to leave my mark
in the world."
Imagine if you knew that you could never achieve your childhood dreams unless
they were realistic. Imagine that it was proven scientifically that you had been
predetermined to have a set path through life. Imagine you were shown the plans,
the outline for every event in your life. Every job, every relationship,
everything. Attempting to make changes to the plan would only result in failure
and complete heartbreak. Would it be worth fighting for your dreams and holding
on to hope knowing they will never come true, or would you rather fall into
complacency and accept your fate for what it is?
Now imagine that wasn't the case at all. You and only you have the ability to
shape your future. What would you do today to work towards those dreams and why
aren't you doing that right now?
- My French toast has armpit hair in it.
- I don't think people are born gay. I've never seen a baby whose first words were
"man I wanna suck some dick."
- If I could fly, but I was the only person who could I don't think I would do it. Everybody would look at me, and think "oh here comes this asshole." And then if I had a kid with a normal, nonflying human woman and that kid couldn't fly, he would probably think he disappointed me. And he would be right.