The Threat of Inconvenience

From The Australian today...

Ms Berejiklian has previously suggested that restrictions could be eased in regions where vaccination coverage was high and case numbers were reported to be low, but this has encountered resistance from some of her colleagues.

Officials co-ordinating the exit from lockdown opted against that proposal because it stood to reward unvaccinated ­individuals living in areas with high vaccination coverage; it would also inconvenience residents who had been vaccinated but lived in areas with lower coverage.

Here it comes, ladies and gentlemen, the mechanism by which you turn a populace against itself. The last thing we could possibly do is inadvertently reward the unvaccinated individuals surrounded by vaccinated people - best keep them all under lock and key until we reach a metric that is still, yet to exist. There is no measure, no tipping point, when they'll suddenly, shockingly, lay down their arms and admit that perhaps, we haven't been on the brink of cataclysm this whole time. There are dangers. There are risks. There always have been, but we still get out of bed in the morning. We still start the engines in our cars. We still board flights. We still venture out unmasked in flu season.

Or we did, anyways, once upon a time.

So much anger this week, but buoyed by the simple pleasure of coming home to a wife and children I adore. Wonder sometimes, if it can be real. Finally playing around with an audio interface to get the guitar recorded in a DAW. Even got hold of a cable to use our synth as a midi controller to tinker with a range of instruments. The kids had a ball with it. 

Music is such a simple, wonderful, joy in our lives. Watched the Jack White gig, shot in DC. Always wonder about the foundation he grew up with. Always praying for his conversion, a man who knows so much about the one true faith. He’s enthralling in a performance of course, with a compelling mix of old and new in the setlist, adding a new dimension to classics that he’ll never let get old. Always makes me want to play. 

Then the music makes way for the silence. It strips away the chatter, turning circles in my own head, tracing out word and phrases, turning to sonic possibility instead. Awake lyre and harp. I will awake the dawn. Putting the synth in front of the computer you usually write on, was a fantastically odd and disconcerting experience. I felt like I was about to write prose with the black and white keys that were begging to give life to something, anything. 

It wasn’t words I heard though, thanks be to God. There’s been enough words this week.