Discovery – Following a party where [inventor, Dhairya Dand] got “over served,” blacked out and woke up in the hospital, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology student created a set of ice cubes that lets imbibers know when they’ve had too much. Each “ice cube” is equipped with a colored LED, an accelerometer, IR receivers and a battery…The accelerometer counts the number of sips one takes and compares it with a timer to calculate one’s level of intoxication. The cubes’ colors change from green to yellow to red — red being the color that marks when enough is enough. If the person keeps drinking after the red light appears, a text will be sent to a designated friend to help intervene. Even cooler, the LEDs flash in syncopation with ambient noise, such music at a party.
Wow, I personally cannot believe this invention didn’t come out sooner. A monitor you put in your drink, that tracks how many sips you’ve had, and based on those sips give you a color indicator to tell you how drunk you are!? That it genius. Like if it’s red I’m totally going to put my drink down and start chugging the nearest water bottle and eating some bread.
Get the fuck outta here. I’ll tell you why this idea is terrible for so many reasons. First off, the only place where this ice cube monitor might be acceptable is if I, myself, is having a party. Like I can’t get away with this if I go to someone else’s house or a bar. You’re telling me I’m supposed to carry around a fake ice cube? That’s psycho shit. Second, everywhere you go with this thing you’re going to get questioned what it is, and your going to get one of two responses. Either you’re an alcoholic who has no control over how much you drink, or you’re a dweeb who’s never had a drink in your life. Terrible choice for both. Thirdly, a text sent to a friend after you keep drinking when it’s red?? Yeah, because I’m sure your friend is going to want to come over to play baby sitter.
Look I get it. Blacking out is scary. You wake up and have no idea how you got there. Immediately worst case scenarios run through your mind: why did I sleep with no boxers on? did you text your ex? did you kill a man with a trident? did you lose your credit/debit card? But for the most part you’ll get a call from your buddy telling you a less scary story about how you were maybe out of control and kind of a dick, but nothing too bad.
(FLIP SIDE- this could be the best drinking game ever. Imagine you and your friends get together and everyone puts one of these cubes in their drinks. Everyone gets up to red status, aka Dhairya Hospital Status, and you see who could maintain red the longest. It’s like giving college kids a breathalyzer for good, only to see it put to use to see who can blow the highest.)
P.S. That’s gotta be the first case of a kid going to the hospital for drinking at MIT right?