All that I am, all that I ever was…

I am more than my mental health. I am more than my homelessness. I am more than any one aspect of me. I am Addy. And this is…


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Thirteen of my favourite unusual words…

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Last night, Audrey and I had a long conversation about language.

She has long been a lover of words, especially words that are rare, unusual or downright weird and takes great pleasure in explaining to me the meaning of the ones I’ve never heard before. After suggesting we create a short Thursday Thirteen around some of her favourite words, she agreed only if I posted thirteen of my own.

So below, are thirteen of my favourite ‘unusual’ words…

Brontide; the low rumbling of distant thunder

Callipygean; having well shaped buttocks

Colposinquanonia; estimating a woman’s beauty based on her chest

Dippoldism; the act of beating or whipping school children

Gargalesthesia; the sensation caused by tickling

Gongoozler; an idle spectator

Knicker-bockers; loose breeches gathered in at the knee

Pabouche; a slipper

Pseudochromaesthesia; mental association of sounds with colours

Qualtagh; the first person you see after leaving the house

Scribbleomania; obsession with scribbling

Spheropygian; having full and rounded buttocks

Strikhedonia; the pleasure of being able to say to hell with it!

…whilst over on Imaginary Menagerie, Audrey’s choices include: Scolecophagous and Vesthibitionism.


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Fun and Games: How many words can you find?

One of the primary methods of coping with mental health and/or emotional distress is to distract your mind from the problem(s) at hand. Although we all have unique ways to distract ourselves (some people venture into the garden, others spend time with a certain 900 year old Time Lord) some methods of distraction are universal.

One of the most common distraction techniques are puzzles and quizzes. Whether it’s sitting down with a tough Sudoku or wiling away the hours with a jigsaw puzzle, spending time enjoying these activities is not only emotionally productive but can prove beneficial to both mood and memory.

This week, we’re going to have a little bit of fun (whilst honing this particular coping skill) with a variety of puzzles, quizzes and games.

Enjoy! :)

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#4: The ‘How many words can you find?’ Challenge

The three games we’ve played so far this week have been competition free…but not today!

Your challenge (should you choose to accept it) is to make as many words as you can from the nine letters below within a five minute time limit. The only rules are:

a) The words must be legal Scrabble words (i.e. no names, abbreviations, made up words etc.)
b) You can use each letter only once in each word.

The person who finds the highest number of words in the time limit will be declared the winner, so remember to brag about your result in the comments field below!

Now, given I’m not perched on your shoulder, we’ll implement the ‘honor system’ in regards to the time limit, okay?

Good.

Pens at the ready……set……go!

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I appear to be suffering from Blonguoritis

Today’s WordPress Daily prompt is:
Create a new word and explain its meaning and etymology.

[blong-ger] noun;
Origin: derived from ‘languor’

1. a lack of energy or vitality when it comes to creating and writing blog posts
2. a lack of spirit or interest when it comes to the past time of blogging
3. a state of listlessness; sluggishness in relation to updating one’s personal web log

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[bi-blong-ger] noun;

1. a state of blonguor specifically arising from the mood swings associated with bipolar affective disorder; e.g. their depressive episode has resulted in biblonguor

~ both can lead to ~

[blong-ger-ahy-tis] noun;

Pathology: a prolonged period of writer’s block and lack of energy that affects the ability to create, write sentences, or voice opinion. Normally accompanied with a sensation that the brain no longer functions, a heightened confusion of the blogging platform’s intricate dashboard and a sense of paranoia that one’s blog isn’t good enough, normally leading to long periods of inactivity, curling up under the duvet and overconsumption of ‘Pineapple and Tahitian Lime’ Gelati.

Cure: there is no known cure for Blonguoritis. However, treatment options include:

1. Getting a friend to slap you in the face (or body part of choice)
2. Listening to 1980s power ballads (such as The Final Countdown or Eye of the Tiger)
3. Sexual intercourse
4. Writing prompts (such as the WordPress Daily Prompt, Plinky or a Blog Challenge)
4. All of the above, simultaneously.


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Teaser Tuesday: My favourite Australian books

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading.

Anyone can play along with Teaser Tuesdays! Just do the following:

• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• Be careful not to include spoilers! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
• Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

In keeping with this week’s celebration of all things Australian, I am doing things a little different today.

Although the teaser sentences are – as always – being chosen at random, I have decided to tease three of my all time favourite Australian books; Cosmo Cosmolino by Helen Garner, Cloudstreet by Tim Winton and Death Sentence: The Decay of Public Language by Don Watson.


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2 Languages I know or would like to know…

For the first time since beginning the challenge I came within a hair’s breadth of not posting today (and thus ensuring failure).

Although most may not understand, given it’s all a bit irrational and weird, this week has the potential to go a bit dolally. I will leave a more complicated, introspective examination of this for another time, but the upshot of it is, this Thursday marks the five-year anniversary of one of my most serious suicide attempts (and the most effed up treatment I’ve ever received from a mental health service) and every October around this time the memories of that day become all I can think about.

After the triggers of last week, my current writer’s block (a strong signal of my mental state), the stresses of yesterday and the hellish nightmare of a dream I had last night, I’m becoming increasingly scared that my unwanted memories will trip me back into the nasty depressive episode I was in a few months ago; in fact, terrified would be a better word than scared.

Given this is all I’ve thought about today – not exactly productive, inspiring or healthy – everything I’ve tried to do has fallen apart within minutes, hence why I very nearly didn’t post today. But, failure (and whinging) are not acceptable options.

So…languages, eh?

Once upon a time, when I was but a mischievous schoolboy, I spoke near perfect French. Then, when I was a ruggedly handsome yet still mischievous backpacker, I spoke not quite so perfect French but more than enough to make a fool of myself in Canadian backpacker hostels.

Now, I couldn’t speak French to save my life. In fact the only language I do speak is English, and it’s debatable how well I do that, so my answer will be two of the eight languages I’d like to learn how to speak one day (the others being  Spanish, Italian, Mandarin, Latin, Japanese and one of the Aboriginal Australian languages).

As for the other two, the first is obvious to anyone who knows me, and the second is one I’ve always had a strange fascination with.

Scottish Gaelic

My desire to speak Scottish Gaelic has been present since I first visited the Outer Hebrides. I first made an effort to attend classes later that year, but my college commitments interrupted this attempt. Undeterred I went about purchasing ‘teach yourself books’ until, in 2007, I contacted an organisation in Melbourne that offered Gaelic language classes. After ensuring it didn’t interfere with my college classes I signed up and was preparing to begin my first lesson when I suffered a breakdown and my life went to hell in a bicycle basket.

Since then I have continued attempting to teach myself this language – not only because of a strong desire to learn it, but because 45% of the Scottish characters in my Chronicles speak Gaelic fluently so it rather helps the author has an understanding of it to. Alas, I fear this will never come to pass (what with homeless, mental health et al) but when I’m stable enough I like to dip into it to remind myself of who I once wanted to be.

Thus, should you find yourself stranded in Gaelic speaking Scotland, here are a few phrases to help you blend in:

How are you? Ciamar a tha sibh?

I love you Tha gaol agam ort

Where’s the toilet Càite bheil an taigh beag?

My hovercraft is full of eels Tha mo bhàta-foluaimein loma-làn easgannan

Who was that sheep I saw you with last night Cò an caora sin còmhla riut a chunnaic mi an-raoir?

That was no sheep, that was my spouse! Cha b’e sin caora, ‘se sin mo chèile a bha innte!

Will you give me a kiss? An toir thu dhomh pòg?

No, but I’ll slap you! Cha toir, ach bheir mi dhut sgailc!

And a few proverbs to keep in mind throughout your life:

Whoever burns his backside must himself sit upon it Fear sam bith a loisgeas a mhàs, ‘s e fhèin a dh’fheumas suidhe air.

The little fire that warms is better than the big fire that burns Is fheàrr teine beag a gharas na teine mòr a loisgeas.

It’s not easy to put trews on a cat Cha shoirbh triubhas a chur air cat.

Plus, should you ever fancy breaking into a rendition of the Canadian national anthem in Scottish Gaelic, you can:

O Chanada, dùthaich nan gaisgeach còir,

Crùn air do cheann de dhuilleag dhearg is òir. Bho chuan gu cuan le òran binn,

Do chliù nì sinn a luaidh,

Fo dhìon do sgéith tha saorsa ghrinn

Nach spìon an namhaid uainn.

O Chanada, dùrachd ar cridh’,

Sonas le sìth is maitheas Dhè d’ar tìr.

Sonas le sìth is maitheas Dhè d’ar tìr.

German

Whilst at school I did study German for a little while and according to my teacher (a rather strange little man who rated a mention in my 100 Things About Me list) because of my Scottishness I was perfectly placed to handle the rolling r’s and -ch’s of the language. Alas, I didn’t pursue an education in German (choosing instead to study French because the teacher was, quite frankly, gorgeous!) but later in life – as I did with Gaelic and Spanish – I attempted to learn the language myself through CD, books and DS games.

Unfortunately, as with most things in life, it’s a lot easier to learn a language when you have people to speak to.

But, should you ever find yourself marooned in Germany, here are a few choice phrases that may help you on the way:

Good Day Guten Tag / Morgen

Good Evening Guten Abend

With Pleasure Mit Vergnügen

Have a nice day! Einen schönen Tag allerseits!

And a few inspirational proverbs to take to heart:

One Learns from one’s mistakes Aus Schaden wird man klug. (Darum ist einer nicht genug.)

He who eats with the devil must have a long spoon Der muß einen langen Löffel haben, der mit dem Teufel essen will.

Poet’s are born, but orators are trained Zum Dichter muß man geboren sein, Redner kann man werden.

Better an end with pain than pain without end Lieber ein Ende mit Schmerzen als Schmerzen ohne Ende. or Lieber ein Ende mit Schrecken als ein Schrecken ohne Ende.

Tomorrow, in the finale to the 20 Day Challenge: 1 Phrase that describes me


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17 Words I love…

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A WIDE-RANGING AND IMPRESSIVE ARRAY OR DISPLAY

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A CLEVER, UNSCRUPULOUS PERSON

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A LAKE

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A HEAVILY BUILT OMNIVOROUS NOCTURNAL MAMMAL OF THE WEASEL FAMILY

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INEFFECTIVE OR BUNGLING; CLUMSY

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THIN, SUPPLE OR GRACEFUL

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THE INESCAPABLE OR IMPLACABLE AGENT OF SOMEONE’S DOWNFALL

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A PLEASED, HAPPY, OR AMUSED FACIAL EXPRESSION

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COMPLETELY SATISFACTORY

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IN A STATE OF DORMANCY OR INACTIVITY

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STRONG AND BARELY CONTROLLABLE EMOTION

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A PESTERING, NAGGING OR IRRITATING PERSON

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SLEEPY; DROWSY

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EACH OF TWO PARTS INTO WHICH A THING IS OR CAN BE DIVIDED

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A DEEP, PENSIVE AND LONG-LASTING SADNESS

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SOFT AND SPONGE LIKE; EASILY SQUISHED

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NAIVE, SIMPLISTIC AND SUPERFICIAL

Now that I’ve shown you seventeen of mine, what words have you fallen in love with?

Tomorrow: 16 Things I do when I’m alone…