I know this is discomforting to teetotalers, but all Christians should consider ourselves fortunate that Lewis and Tolkien chose such high-brow establishments for ruminating life’s mysteries. Some have chosen less, um, family-friendly venues.
Richard Feynman, the Nobel Prize-winning physicist, preferred the relaxed atmosphere of a topless bar, where he would sip 7 UP, “watch the entertainment,” and, if inspiration struck, scribble equations on cocktail napkins.
That factoid comes from an article in this week’s New Yorker titled “The Eureka Moment.” In it, Jonah Lehrer discusses the quest to understand the neurological basis for breakthrough insights, or Aha! moments. New research has found is that a portion of the brain responsible for insights is actually inhibited by focus and concentration.
This explains, for me, why writing can be incredibly cumbersome when I am sitting in front of my computer and totally facile when I am driving my car. It doesn’t, though, explain Feynman’s affinity. As we know—sorry, this is too easy—staring at the boob tube often makes you dumber.