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November 29, 2006

Thinking

I'm trying to remember what the blog entry was that I wanted to write today. I remember distinctly lying on the sofa yesterday after I came home from my favourite Indian restaurant, the one where I always get ideas for weblog articles, and this time I didn't get the idea for the weblog entry at the restaurant, but immediately afterwards at home after a glass of Bombay Sapphire I had this great idea, or what seemed like a great idea anyway.

I had a Chet Baker record playing on the turntable, and I remember hearing only the first minute or so of it, because I instantly fell asleep. When I woke up an hour or so later, I had forgotten all about that weblog entry. I had even forgotten that I wanted to write a weblog entry. I blame the Bombay Sapphire.

Today I remembered wanting to write something, but I did not remember what I wanted to write. Instead I thought that I could write a scathing review of the new Joanna Newsom album, but that wasn't the original idea, and right now I don't really feel like it, even though it seems like the next best thing to do.

So I guess tomorrow you'll see whether I remembered what I wanted to write today, or you'll get the Joanna Newsom review. That is, if nothing else happens that seems to be more important.

Posted by Horst on November 29, 2006 08:36 AM to metablogging | Tell-a-friend
Comments
Jann said on December 1, 2006 02:27 PM:

"Our middle-aged brains are stiff," I said to my supervisor the other day as we struggled to recall the details of a case we were discussing, "It takes some jostling to make the ideas break free." "You're right, Jann, and don't I know it!" she replied. Of course, all of us (myself and my colleagues) have attained at least the age of forty-five. Persons under forty don't have to worry about this problem...yet. All of which is to say: I think you're right, Horst, your temporary memory lapse was due to the Bombay Sapphire.

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