This comment is somewhat off-topic.
I frequently have moments of extreme enhanced neural activity in that tiny little room referred to as the bathroom. As a matter of fact, when I have a problem that has me stumped, usually a call of nature will result in the mental block disappearing, and rather quickly and easily. On the rare occassion that the problem isn't solved there, I go for lunch. Things simmer in the background, and my other than conscious provides me with the answer. This is part of what convinced me to give photoreading a go.
[This message has been edited by quidscribis (edited December 18, 2002).]
