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Yesterday I had a great idea for a diary entry but it was two in the morning and I needed to sleep. I've got no idea now what it was.
It seems ideas come to me most frequently when there's nothing I can do about them. I'm about to go to sleep, I'm on the train in the middle of nowhere, I'm teaching a class and have to attend to what I'm doing. I don't think this is just divine vindictiveness; I think it's more like, I think when it's possible to do something then the weight of responsibility makes you tense up and so you don't notice the ideas that do come to you.
Deaf in my right ear again; I'm kind of used to it happenning now, it hardly bothers me.
"Uptown in Harlem she throws a rose
To some lucky young matador" - Bruce Springsteen
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