Girvin image: a streetside wow, cast iron, the Pike Place Market, Seattle.
I was writing a proposal and overview for a client yesterday. And I used the opening: Wow! That was the first word. I contemplated that, an opening — wow! What is that?
I was thinking about the sound of that word — the wow, how it makes your face, mouth, pop and contort. Saying wow is a wowness.
It made me contemplate the concept of wow. What is the meaning, the history — wherefrom, wow?
There isn’t much behind it, but the legacy of the word comes from my own heritage — a scottish exclamation: “wow!” An interjection — from the latter 16th century, the wow is as it was: amazement. That idea – the wowness is kind of akin to the spectacle of the maze — the labyrinth running, turning round and back again, leading the wanderer to the place of – “I’m in.”
Or “I’m out.”
Wow, wasn’t that something?
To the western sense of awe and delight, that word wow is recent — the 1920s. And the equation of wowness with success is something else — she “wowed” them.
The state of wow is a condition of being in a stance of awe — as any spectacle will offer — it’s the grandeur of scale or an exquisite diminution that can call wowness.
Personally, I look for signs of the wowing. There is a wow code. Which might be anywhere. And it’s very personal, experiential.
The challenge of wow is the degree of opening curiosity. Surely those that are hiply exposed to the running sprit of hippest culture will have another sense of the wow factor that will be different than others.
I think that we should all be looking for wowness, in our lives. I’ll pick up the pace, and look for more.
t | enboard to Minneapolis, flying over North Dakota. Wow, whiteness out there. Big white wow.
A SEQUENCE OF HUMAN BRANDS THAT GIRVIN HAS
WORKED ON DURING THE LAST DECADE