On An Added Note…

January 27, 2007

I just read Bianca’s post on English-Language reinovator Wiliam Quick, and I found this at the top of every page on his site:

And at the bottom of every post, check out this widget bloat bullshit:

In what other fucking context does that kind of blatant self-promotion fly? I’m already reading your site, dickwad.

Counterfeit Accomplis

Interweb, I want to share with you a labour-saving device that rivals the hair curling iron, the vacuum cleaner, and the electric kettle - put together - in the sheer amount of basking in the warm glow of unearned leisure it brings. I’d talk this marvel up until you’re fit to burst with the suspense, but personally I’m more excited than a fangirl hearing on the gapevine of a new Johnny Depp flick. So, without further ado, I bring you Recoining.

"The term Blogosphere was coined on Septermber 10, 1999 by Brad L. Graham, as a joke. It was re-coined in 2002 by William Quick and was quickly adopted and propagated by the warblog community" (Wikipedia)

I’m sure I don’t need to link you to Quick’s blog to show where he trumpets his innovative achievement, as the fame of his deed echoes across the Blogosphere at a level where if internetters weren’t so into porn and other forms of self-stimulation they’d have composed the epic of e-Cid about him.

And rightly so!

Think about it. Instead of sweating over the futile task of being original in a world where nothing is original, all one needs to do is take any term and re-coin it. Ingenious.

I’m pondering just which word to roll through the counterfeiter. There are so many, after all, to choose from. "The"? No, silly. "Pop Culture"? Possibly. To be honest, I’m not pondering, but hitting a wall. I suppose it’s not the concept so much as the process of stamping one’s own head on the counterfeit coin that I’m having trouble with. Re-coining, I suspect, takes a far harder and larger (I’d say Regal) head than I possess.

One day, maybe, I’ll get there, and at least I know that there’s a lot of eager consumers out there willing to use counterfeit culture to buy life’s little luxuries. Until then I have people like William Quick to admire, and so do you. There is something truly great to aspire to still.

Isn’t that a reassuring thought?