So after a long hiatus I desired to fire up the old blog again, for a number of reasons, but chief among them is the notion that if the world is going to burn down around me, I may as well grab a fiddle and get up on the roof.
There is so much to catch up on, so much has happened, and I'm not in blog shape. My fingers are stiff from not typing, I'm sluggish, I'm slow, and my wit is dull. It's going to take a lot of chicken chasing to get back into fighting trim - though I have never been very quick on my feet in an argument; in a rhetorical knife fight I usually reach down into my pocket and pull out a kazoo, which of course is not going to cut it.
So to kind of kick things off, I'm not adverse to cutting corners and using a prompt. No cheating, first click totally random, the prompt is....
What are the values you cherish even though they run counter to societal values?
Come on! You've got to be kidding me. That is like some kind of prompt for a college essay, or a question that your therapist might ask you. It is not a prompt for an old, unsuccessful, out of practice blogger trying to kick some dust of his writing boots.
But I try to be an honorable man so...
You know? I really respect people who have a love of cheese, but not for those cheeses that are easy to love, like your chedders, your mozzerellas. I'm talking about people that really love those stinky, funky, fusty cheeses; your Stiltons, your Stinking Bishops, your Époisses de Bourgogne, the ones that I simply cannot appreciate, the ones that really remind you that are basically eating something that came out of a cow's udder that has been allowed to go bad in a very, very precise way.
So that is not really a value of my own. The respect I feel for these brave individuals is a value, I suppose, but that is hardly counter cultural. But the point of a writing prompt is not necessarily to answer the prompt but merely to see where the muse, the spirit, the chicken, leads.
Today, it has led to cheese.
And there, we will have to simply let it be. The worst thing you ever write, are those things left unwritten. I think this blog post challenges that maxim, but I think you get the idea.