If I showered now I bet I could come up with a clever title for this post

The shower is truly a wonderful place. It's where some of my best ideas come to me. It's where I came up with most of the ideas for my short stories. It's where I think about philosophy. It's where I consider the current week's This American Life. It's where I consider the last Radiolab I heard. It's where I came up with an idea for an art project that made me wish I had taken art to develop the skills I needed to actually make my idea a reality. It is, as they say, where the magic happens.

I felt the main reason I should discuss why virtually all of my creative ideas arrive to me in the shower as of late is because of the reason why they don't occur to me anywhere else. The ironic thing is that without the reason behind why less and less creative ideas occur to me outside of the shower, I wouldn't have the means of which to have my mind come up with the ideas I deem so valuable in the shower.

To be brief and perfectly, brutally honest, the answer to this question of what stops my brain from coming to revelations of creativity outside of the shower is noise. When I'm in the shower I obviously can't bring my ipod, my computer, or a book in with me, and thus, I'm left to entertain myself with my thoughts. Again, though, without my ipod to listen to Ira Glass or Jad Abumrad and Robert Krulwich, my computer to, apart from checking Facebook, listen to music and look deeper into stories related or similar to the ones Ira or Jad and Robert point to, books to gain perspectives on the world, and everything besides, I wouldn't have the wood for the fire that sparks the ideas that come to me in the shower.

Well, I guess the moral of the story is to take more showers, kids. You may just write a novel because of your greater cleanliness. Or, not.