Maybe I'll be a real blogger?

[javababy]

Maybe not. Maybe this is just another one of my fad ideas, like when you decide to collect something zany simply because more than five of them exist. If that's the case, then later on I'll send my unused chunk of the internet to Goodwill along with my Ugg boots and my various Japanese woodblock renditions of "Tree in Snow

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[skadrums]

I know exactly what you mean, except for me it was the swimming pool. In grad school when I'd be really stuck on something, I'd go swim laps until I had some idiotic idea that passed itself off as brilliance. I'd get back to the problem I was working on and realize the 1,047 complications that meant my brilliance was bunk.

I think the key is that details melt away when you go into your sensory deprivation of choice - then some clear and simple thought seems to connect or fix or [your verb here] everything. And it does! It's when those details resurface that you sound stoned out of your mind.