A day in a blink

"Old George," that's how they call him. He doesn't care, sounds affectionate. As years pass by he notices days shorten, to a point where they seem to last a few minutes. "Days are now dreamy. Is the dream of life," he asserts. Events that were certain to be real are not anymore, like living in a cloud, everything's foggy and mysterious.

"Life comes and goes. Some things are sticky, others not," George says. When asked about what's sticky he just burbles one word, "People." No more, no less. It's all about people.

"I used to think I was immortal and that I'd never die--made of steel or some indestructible material," he says, "but I realized I'll die someday and we are very fragile--made of crystal." The winter of his life,  days come and go, like a wave hitting the beach. "Same old, same old," he adds, "nothing changes. I see days folding faster and faster. If I blink, another day passes by; that's the way it is."

Maybe he's right, maybe life is made of dreams: life is an eternal dream. Maybe we are just dreaming; when we wake up a totally different world will appear--like being born again--and then life will start over and everything will be new and exciting.

We shouldn't forget that life is actually new and exciting--age doesn't matter...

Life is what we make of it...

Toast vs Toaster

Once upon a time there was a man who decided to burn a thin bread slice and, voila, he invented toast.

Who in their right mind decided to eat a burned piece of bread? Have you ever wondered how the toaster got invented? It's not like somebody decided to burn bread and make a bread burning machine. For that matter:
  Why is it called toaster and not burner?
  Why is it called toast and not burn?
  Why is it called toast and not toasted bread?

The most wonderful inventions are discovered by mistake--the inventor is usually forgotten in the archives of time.

Challenge:
  Invent a toaster that does not consume gigawatts of energy.
Suggestions:
  Hydrogen Toaster: fuel cells?
  Crank Toaster: people can exercise early in the morning.
  Match Toaster: phosphor tasting toast, yuck.
  Texas Toaster: only works on summer when temperature is 100+ degrees.

Toast anyone?

Red is red

Is red really red?
We all acknowledge that red is indeed red; we have red in traffic lights to confirm it.

What if one person's red is another's orange?
What if we could see other people's colors?
Would red be green?
Would green be red?
Is black and white really white and black?
Are colors gray levels?
Would you say, "You have pretty eyes: your pupils are magenta and the eye whites are... well, red. Er, why do the call them whites if they are red?"
Would cars look ugly if they are pink with green tires?
Would roads be white, black or purple?
Would rainbows be gray?
Would water be transparent or not?
Would the sea be green with red sky?
Would you say, "This is so romantic, the night is bright orange and the purple moon illuminates your blue face. I love your green tanned skin."

Red is red, isn't it?

2K+

"Monday to Sunday," said Rob with tired eyes, brain dead and almost falling asleep. He desperately needed to sleep.
Intrigued, Susan asked, "Less than a week. What happened?"
"Monday to Sunday," repeated Rob like a robot.
"I know. What happened?"
"Driving, noises, dirty windows, fog, and snow."
"Where?"
"Lots of snow, low visibility, and then something weird... the roads, dogs and rabbits."
"What are you talking about?"
"Dead dogs, ran over by cars, blood on the road, dog blood," Rob paused for a second and looked at the sky like if looking for a secret answer, "The rabbits ran, they were the lucky ones. Dogs were unlucky."
"You are freaking me out."
"The fog, no visibility, I ran my car over five dogs that were crossing the street. The rabbits were faster and saved themselves," his eyes saddened, "Poor dogs, too much driving, too much coffee."
She stayed there looking at him, paralyzed.
Rob continued, "I, I didn't want to. It was an accident. 2K plus."
"2K what?"
"I drove more than two thousand miles. I need to rest."

Rob closed his eyes and started dreaming. The ambulance closed its doors and started its journey to the closest hospital. Susan the paramedic worked hard to avoid Rob fall in the never ending dream.