Category Archives: Sound

I heard an invention

My university days are not over yet and I do enjoy the diversity of ages, peoples and minds. Listening to a group of writing friends, one declared the birth of a new word. The English language is a glorious beast with words for all occasions, double  (sometimes triple) meanings and innuendo. Some words are self-evident; others take a bit of understanding to get the hang of. The beauty of a shared language is that you can use building blocks to convey your meaning or message. This new word is required in the advent of opening a packet of bickies in front of the TV and mistakenly devouring the contents without noticing. Other similar examples could involve big bags of chips or pizza, while in deep discussion on a vital topic. We’ve all done it and now there is a word to encapsulate it. A word to explain the foibles of mere mortals when eating and distracted by matters of great import. We can now claim to have fallen prey to a snackcident. Very aptly penned and appropriate. So I humbly cast into service (on behalf of a colleague) this newly birthed word of the English language.

Snackcident (noun): to be used to justify when the last Tim Tam has disappeared, or the last piece of chocolate has been devoured. You have fallen prey to a snackcident!

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I heard a chorus

What a racket! The clamorous chirpings of a tree full of parrots. Is there a collective noun for a bunch of parrots sitting in a tree?

The tree, laden with feathered friends, is like a high-definition speaker serenading the sunset colours of the sky. The noise peaks and hits fever pitch, surely no one parrot is even listening to another. It is simply a loudest-screech contest in full bloom. The crescendo drops a notch as a dimmer switch is taken to the sky. The noise holds pace with the fading colours until there are mere whispers at dusk. The community of birds is hunkering down for the evening, reduced to minor pipsqueaks as they finally settle into their assigned perches.

The uproar was a fitting tribute to the glorious display of sunset colours. It draws the attention from what you were doing, when you surely would have missed the wonder of this spectacle. So next time nature is loud and demands your attention, see what it wants to show you. Don’t ever miss out on anything.

I heard a new word

New experiences are fun to behold. I visited the local library where I was fortunate enough to hear a speaker who was passionate about the English language. Not just English, but Australian English. Our own unique brand of communicating. Her name was Susan Butler and she is the Editor of the Australian National Macquarie Dictionary. I own a copy of the 2011 Signature Edition of this tome which is bigger than an old-style phone book.

Australian is its own brand of language. Who else would use budgie-smugglers or strewth in a sentence. There is a lot that is unique about us quirky Aussies, but dictionaries these days also have to keep up with new words in our language. New words come from new situations, new trends, new technologies and new avenues of our life. Some words come and go, whilst others are adopted and stay for life as part of our new vernacular.

The Macquarie Dictionary awards a new word of the year in several different categories. An honourable mention goes to “lumbersexual” which is a hybrid of lumberjack and metrosexual, meaning a rugged outdoors urban male generally with a beard. My favourite new addition in the sports section is “slackpacking” which is an easier version of backpacking, but in an oh-so-very relaxed way. This version of hiking will see all the heavy stuff transported to your night’s destination while you enjoy a wander with only a daypack.

So check out what’s new in the world of words or just keep tabs on the Aussie word of the week and support our unique language. This week it’s a “bad trot” from the 1940’s, meaning a run of bad luck.

https://www.macquariedictionary.com.au/resources/view/word/of/the/year/

https://www.macquariedictionary.com.au/resources/view/word/of/the/week/

I heard water

A favorite day-trip destination is Marysville, with a lovely drive through the Yarra Valley and up and over the mountain range past the Black Spur. Marysville suffered from the Black Saturday fires, but I can report that there is minimal evidence of that catastrophe remaining in this lovely idyllic town. An easy stroll about town will tempt you with many treasures: some for the garden, some for the home, and many locally-made treasures for your tummy.

The Steavenson Falls are a spectacular 84m drop in several stages with an easy walk from the car park or an extended wander from town (3.4km return). The recent rains have seen the falls exceed themselves in sight and sound, with a thundering rush of water. The arctic chill that touches your face as you approach the falls feels like it has come directly from the snow-melt. It is enlivening and refreshing all at once. The pure energy of the falls speaks of natures’ unbridled force and inspires appreciation. Drinking in the crisp earthy smell of the falls completes the sensory awakening with many people stopping to reflect on this wonderful scene. Taking the time to ground yourself in nature is always worth it.

I heard a word

I took myself off to the movies recently with a friend. Sam Neill has been an old favorite of mine, all the way back to Reilly Ace of Spies (Yes – apparently I’m that old). He has been a constant source of entertainment over the years in whatever he does, but the “Hunt for the Wilderpeople” has to be my favorite. It’s a brilliant contrast of a modern youth against a long-in-the-tooth curmudgeon. Julian Dennison, aka Ricky Baker, does a great job at antagonizing Sam Neill’s character, Uncle Hec, throughout the movie, delivering comedy at just the right pace and moments. It’s one of the few movies that I’ve seen that has a 100% endorsement from Rotten Tomatoes.

One of the most visually rich scenes is when Uncle Hec refers to a spectacular view of the wilderness as majestical. Ricky doesn’t think that “majestical” is a real word when “majestic” would suffice, but I’m with Uncle Hec on this one. Why use a short word when a longer one can give more chutzpah. Making up words is fun and can only enrich our conversations. So next time you see something special, try to make the description worthy (in syllables) of what you are seeing, otherwise feel free to adopt “majestical”.

 

I heard a curious offer

I was out and about last night, so apologies for the delay in bringing this morsel to the page. My sojourn took me to the Arts Centre for a night of wine and entertainment. What I didn’t expect to see was an oldtime honky-tonk piano, let alone the open invitation to “Play me, I’m Yours”.

This instrument sits just inside the foyer of the Arts Centre and is available to anyone with an inclination to play. I could have walked right by without noticing the invitation except for the fact that it was being played [and well]. Honytonk tunes were pouring forth and attracted several souls in appreciation of the melody. The young person producing the magic was having the time of his life pounding out an old favorite. This serendipitous moment was very unexpected, so keep your eyes open for those unusual offers and join in where you can. Some offers are too good to refuse.Arts Center Piano

I heard a bird

Rush, Rush, Rush. That’s the general pace of life, so I’d encourage you to stop and take a breath. I, myself, was rushing from one errand to another, but I was halted with a glance at the sky. The dappled clouds looked so serene that I just stood and took a moment to appreciate them. I don’t normally look up so these clouds may have gone unnoticed.

more clouds

In that moment two juvenile green Rosellas flew past chirping madly. I wasn’t quick enough to snap a photo of them but I gave a wry grin at the irony that the Rosellas were doing what I had been doing mere moments ago – rushing through life. A second beat of reflection led me to notice the initial turning of the leaves of the oak tree that the Rosellas had disappeared into, and the promise of the colours to come. Stopping to take a moment lets us appreciate what is around us and anchors our world to the here and now, rather than letting life slip by unnoticed. So look up and see what is around you at the moment?

I heard a word

Happy New Year!
I’m back! I had a winter hibernation for ankle surgery and found NetFlix, but that’s a story for another time 🙂 I’m all repaired and back to factory settings, and able to get out and about and snap a few serendipitous moments to share and remember the good times.

Blossum 2015Xmas cookies

Spring has sprung well and truly. Even the Merry season has come and gone.

I’m drawn back to this blog. It holds a nascent idea. An idea just coming into existence and beginning to display signs of future potential. Nascent is a word that defines potential, potential that needs to be nurtured to reach its full measure. Just like the potential that each new year brings for each of us. Clean slate, new beginnings – what’s not to like about that!

Seize the day (or the new year) and see what lies nascent in your world that could be developed into something special. Share if you have found something worth nurturing to its full potential this year.

I heard a compliment

I am rather partial to green, especially the lemon/lime, citrus green of a peridot. It has been rather trendy over the last few years and I’ve been able to purchase some accessories in my favorite color. I’m talking about a pair of glasses that have citrus green metallic wings/arms – trust me they do look good.

Another addition came while perusing an antique market in rural Victoria. I found a patterned green and black scarf which I just had to have. Having forgotten about my glasses, and thrilled with my new purchase, I happened to be wearing both on a certain occasion when I received a compliment on the lovely greens, and how well they matched each other.

The compliment was not sought out and was completely serendipitous. This made it even better to hear. So keep your eyes open and when you see something that looks good, verbalize your thoughts. A compliment will make someone’s day and is always appreciated.

scarf and glasses

I heard a teacher

Gone are the days of the intimidating parabolic lecture theatre, where if you were late you got to sit at the top in the nose-bleed section and watch the chalk board with binoculars. Ohh….. for the days of the Chemistry 101 lecture theatre at the University of Melbourne.

Another new experience. Learning these days is quite different. I was invited to an orientation at Victoria University Footscray Nicholson campus. Such a funky space. Assorted tables and stools in random areas, at different levels with not a parallel line in sight. Each area had visibility of the main projection screen, but also had monitor screens on the walls in each space for a better view of what was being presented. It allowed for breakout sessions insitu, as well as group discussion overall. I took this picture of my surroundings once everyone had left as I was so impressed with the space. I keep calling it a space as it just doesn’t seem right to call it a lecture theatre.

VU learning

The primary colors, muted lights and random setting made this space inviting. You could sit on the stools or on the edge of the floor space. It could fit 20 or 200 easily without seeming weird. It is amazing what designers are coming up with. I’m sure this space will be conducive to many informative sessions over the coming year. I was pleasantly surprised by this learning space and can’t wait to see what else has changed in the education environment. One is never too old.