Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Quiet Coyote, on the loose*
I've been meaning to blog about the Quiet Coyote for a few weeks, now, only to be scooped by both flea and Eric Zorn. Here's the real story.
A few weeks ago, I went to dinner at Bat Girl's. On that particular evening, it was just BG, a small friend, and me. As is fairly typical, BG and I were talking about who-knows-what at some length. The small friend wanted our attention. She tried interrupting us (pretty darn politely, I might add). Then she tried speaking a bit more loudly. Finally, she'd had enough. She flashed us the Quiet Coyote.
I responded with a raised eyebrow. BG responded with [gasp!] the Quiet Coyote. So, she got the eyebrow, too. And I was schooled in the hand signal which seems to be sweeping the Upper Midwest, if not the nation. The Quiet Coyote lets everyone in the room know that it's time to pipe down and pay attention. Rustling of papers, shifting in one's chair, and chatting with one's neighbor must all stop when the Quiet Coyote appears.
The church soiree to which flea accompanied me happened to be the day afterI was introduced to Quiet Coyote. About 30 minutes and at least a glass-and-a-half of wine (for me) after flea arrived, this person from my congregation was rambling on at some length about something. Frankly, I'd had enough. flea was in the house! I wanted to chat with her, I wanted to dance, I wanted to hang out with my friends and have fun and boisterous times. I did not want to hear this person yammering on endlessly.
So I flashed the woman the Quiet Coyote, rather stealthily. And the table got into it a little bit. Pretty soon we were all grooving on the hand signal, flea adopted it and promised to teach it to little flea and wee flea, and before I knew it bloggers far and wide (okay, two. And only in Chicago. But still.) were founding Institutes based on the intrigue of Quiet Coyote.
I'm telling you, the small friends are going to change this world. You just wait.
*Nods to L Daddyzine for the turn of phrase. And thanks to BG for the photo (I've already thanked her for dinner, just so you know.)