Blog o’ Gnosis

Back when Bowen and Lyra were about 5 and 3, I was a frustrated songwriter. I had several under my belt from years past, but not as many recent ones as I would have liked. There were two or three half-finished songs I was trying to pull together, and somehow I thought it was a failure on my part that I couldn’t find the time with two little kids to finish them. When I did take time from everything else to work on my songs I found I had nothing to say, or rather was too full of things I didn’t know how to say. Not understanding the cause or the cure, I called it writer’s block.

At last, tonight, our months of suffering as a nation will be over. I refer not to a Democratic takeover of Congress but to the cessation, at least for now, of election year campaigning. Tonight I am at home, alternately watching TV news, checking the blogs and websites, and catching up on some magazine reading. I am steeped in the media culture of our nation, and it feels very uncomfortable.