Astounding Quakebuttock
Thursday, July 16, 2009
I know that I'm not supposed to notice these things, but I do: Last night I returned to the low glow of my computer following two hours of delicious So You Think You Can Dance (yes, those dancers, those choreographers, that gorgeous-but-never-haughty Cat Deeley make me cry) to discover that my blog had had, shall we say, a swarm of visitors.
What in the world?, I wondered.
It became clear, upon further investigation, that a single term, "quakebuttock," had brought the masses to me. Quakebuttock, you read that right. Clearly somewhere out in the universe (not on MY TV show, mind you) the term had been used, and as I'd once and playfully written a post about the word (in a Roy Blount Jr. inspired entry called "Superior Persons"), I suddenly had people knocking at my door.
For a nanosecond, then, it's quakebuttock, a term which Peter Bowler has defined as "a nicely scornful word for coward," that puts me on the map. Not my books. Not my poems. Not my writing process entries. Not my photographs. Not my dancing. Not my thoughts. Nothing of the sort. What, indeed, have I been thinking all this time? What have I been doing?
My considered advice of the day is then this: Want to move from beneath the veil of the literarily obscure? Use quakebuttock freely in whatever you write. Mutter it under your breath. Erect a cathedral in its name. Prepare the cheese and crackers.
For the record: The photograph here was taken on a cold winter day at the New Jersey shore, just ahead of a lemmings moment. None of these people are quakebuttocks, for sure. Today's photo-type pairing is about opposites, not similars.
On another note: I'll be at the Doylestown Bookshop tomorrow night. I will say the word thrice in a row, if you come.
12 comments:
There are some scary looking non-quakebuttocks in that photo.
If you think that one particular word has us coming back for more each day, you are sadly mistaken. It is more the combination of your words, the thoughts and emotions that you express and thus extract from us, that keeps us reading on a daily basis, missing it those days that we might not have access of a computer. It is the photos that make us smile, make us smell the aroma of the flowers you photograph, even though they are only photos.
It is the comraderie with people I don't even know but whose comments I look forward to each day.
You have brought a group of divergent people together into an almost family with your words. How wonderful. (I know...way too long.)
Hmm...I can think of some creative ways to use that for sure....
"The man overflowing into my airline seat was a real quakebuttock."
Or..
"One more cookie and I'll have a real quakebuttock."
Look out for the word on a gym/diet/food supplement commercial coming soon!
Listen, it's beter that it was quakebuttock and not a different term with a secual connotation :-). That has already happened in blogland and the results are... how to put it? Embarrassing. Many thanks for the fun tale.
Greetings from London.
PS: I, for one, come for your poems and stories.
Does quakebuttock have an entry in your book of words? :)
It's an annual Polar Bear Plunge at the Jersey shore! I recognize the looks of those crazy people.. :)
I'm always surprised at what suddenly spikes visits to my blog!
That's a funny word.
Hmmm, how strange.
I may have to try it!
That is the coolest word ever. I am going to use it all the time now. (And no one will even know what I'm saying unless they bother looking it up.)
Omigosh that's hilarious! My buttock doth quake as I laugh :)
Oh my goodness, that is hilarious! By the way ... I LOVE 'So You Think You Can Dance' too! And, adore Cat Deeley ... your description of her is perfect! She seems so down-to-earth!
quakebuttock, quakebuttock, quakebuttock! I wish I could be at Doylestown Bookshop, if only to make you say the word and get everyone laughing! Best of luck at your presentation and may people buy lots of books.
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