OU blog

Personal Blogs

Stylised image of a figure dancing

Words are not for everyone

Visible to anyone in the world
Edited by Martin Cadwell, Tuesday 8 September 2026 at 08:23

All my posts: https://learn1.open.ac.uk/mod/oublog/view.php?u=zw219551

or search for 'martin cadwell -caldwell' Take note of the position of the minus sign to eliminate caldwell returns or search for 'martin cadwell blog' in your browser. There is a space between my name and the minus sign and NO space before 'caldwell' to eliminate the name 'caldwell' in the Google listings

I am not on YouTube or social media

Cadwell NOT Caldwell

Those ticklish words

[ 4 minute read ]

Opinion 

I sometimes like to watch YouTube reaction videos and I often have a hankering to listen to Pink Floyd's album 'Animals'; in particular the tracks 'Pigs' and 'Dogs'. There is one reaction video in which the woman listens to 'Dogs' and seems genuinely stunned at the end. She is speechless and eventually says it is uncomfortable and brutal. Her reaction is priceless. 'Dogs' is seventeen minutes and twenty five seconds long though, and there are long periods in which to drift into the music. However, I soon realised that she had been listening to the words, something I have only just started to do when I listen to songs and tunes. Pink Floyd songs are really quite depressing. I had heard a lot of people say that but thought they were talking about the album 'Wish You Were Here' which along with 'Dark Side of The Moon', I think, mourns the demise of Syd Barrett, one of their former band-mates. 

I have some of the lyrics for 'Dogs' ready to include here but, really? They might be indicative of a time, and that time seemingly having a similar sentiment as today but I always, with fabricated nostalgia, thought the mid-1970s as being somehow a cooler time to be around. The lyrics seem to negate my ideas of the cool seventies.

One of the comments on the YouTube reaction video I watched is what I think is a prime example of 'Show and don't Tell'; a version that doesn't waffle on about a character's feelings through metaphor. If this is 'Show and don't Tell' then everything in the world will be just dandy again. Here it is:

       'I bought this tape and "The Wall" while hitchhiking in England in 1985. Listened to them on a portable cassette player I bought in Birmingham at an outside market. Listened while riding the trains and thumbing it. Burned through tons of batteries. I would sleep under bridges to save the money for more batteries. Shaped the person I am today.'

I totally get what he is saying (said). The whole album for many people, including me, is utterly compelling to listen to again and again. I have even broken my 'Golden Rule', well, one of them, of not hanging on the coat-tails of other people. Anyone can write tomes of personal critique about people and their work and with only the slightest tweak make it acceptable, even if it entices the reader towards anger and resentment. The goal, after all, is to evoke an emotion in the reader. Except it isn't if you post videos on YouTube. There the goal is, if you make reaction videos, to hang on the tails of significant people and monetise one's 'work'. I believe it starts off being easy fun and then once video editors and production people are hired it becomes real work. I suppose it is the same as writing one's own book.

       'I am going to write a book,' announced Mimie.

       'What will you do, waffle for a while and hope it sells?'

       'Of course! You have always said I am the master of invention. You say it every time we bicker. See, you thought I never listen!'

       'Touché' Billy replied as he pulled his sabre out with one hand while holding a rapier with the other.

I think the reality is that writing anything that is acceptable to an audience requires more than a modicum of effort and skill. However, you never know you can do something if you don't try. The thing is, from the lowest edge of communication, sitting on a bar stool like a fat toad and spouting uneducated invective to all who are in earshot is both irresponsible and lazy. The whole point behind that rude action is to gain some favour in the reluctant crowd ordering drinks at the bar by piquing their interest. Anyone who directly responds to this toad makes themselves into something similar to a fly; a fly that will alight on other people's sentiment and vomit there to soften their walls of resistance. And, just like a fly, they will suck up the mash, the now conjoined opinions seasoned with confirmation bias, to repeat the operation elsewhere. Ugly stuff, huh?

You gotta be careful with words, real careful. Elma Fudd hunting Bugs Bunny with his shotgun is not the role-model we should be following; we need to be more careful, especially because Bugs Bunny is so much smarter than Elma Fudd. The pen, as we are told, is mightier than the sword (the expression first used by English author Edward Bulwer-Lytton in 1839?) so when Billy drew his sabre and rapier Mimie started writing on the back of a used envelope. 'I am leaving you. You have lost your mind.' She crossed out 'mind' and wrote 'imagination'. To many of us 'mind' means opinion; imagination; mentality (sanity); and is even a catch-all for our maxims; as in 'I am minded to ignore your comments.' You gotta be careful with words.

I felt misunderstood as a sixteen year-old abandoned by my parents into the hands of an older nineteen year old, psychotic psychopath brother. I bought a thesaurus, a Collins Gem Pocket Thesaurus. I was keen to learn new words to explain myself. I was not a good conversationalist and I recognised I had just moments to make my 'elevator pitch'. Unfortunately, I learnt words that other people did not know along with some appropriate ones, so the size of the people who tolerated my company grew smaller and smaller; it did weed out the iguanas from the crowd though. Just remember not to step on them, I thought, some of them bite.

       'Proper tickle me, do words. Can't get enough of them. The missus can't stand them so she just stares at me over breakfast before she does the washing up. Shame really. She makes a good breakfast, does my wife, and the house is clean. it's a marvel really, what with her being the breadwinner n'all. If she would only talk more life would be so much better even though I am happy, but she don't like words.'

Permalink Add your comment
Share post
Stylised image of a figure dancing

Wordsmith

Visible to anyone in the world
Edited by Martin Cadwell, Sunday 6 September 2026 at 09:27

All my posts: https://learn1.open.ac.uk/mod/oublog/view.php?u=zw219551

or search for 'martin cadwell -caldwell' Take note of the position of the minus sign to eliminate caldwell returns or search for 'martin cadwell blog' in your browser. There is a space between my name and the minus sign and NO space before 'caldwell' to eliminate the name 'caldwell' in the Google listings

I am not on YouTube or social media

Cadwell NOT Caldwell

Every word you say is your victory

[ 3 minute read ]

Opinion Mental Health

       'Every word you say is your victory.' Why would the ALDI checkout person say that to me? Here's how the full conversation went.

       'Sorry, I realise you might want to pop off and do something different but I haven't checked my bank balance and it is easier to fail here than it is with the self-service tills.'

       'They are getting better.' He then scanned my choices and told me the amount, which I successfully paid with a card. 'Do you want a receipt?'

       'Yeh, why not? It tells me where I have been. You never know I might have Alzheimers or some other memory problem and not remember it.' It was supposed to be taken as me making light of a condition, but I really do have memory problems. Later, I checked my bank balance and I had oodles more money to spend but I simply could not remember not spending much; I might have been on a spending spree and left my purchases in a taxi in a foreign country.

       'Every word you say is your victory.' This he said in a drawling monotone.

Was he being ironic, derisive even? Was he mocking me? I have firmly accused family members of doing something I disapproved of when it was me who did it all along; but I have no memory of doing it at the time I made the accusations, and in also having no memory of a reason to act in a particular way, have on the face of things disapproved of the action. It completely supports a theory that if you saw yourself coming towards yourself on a pavement you would cross the road to avoid the meeting. That is a theory, but the glaring truth is that it seems that I have acted in ways that I would normally avoid. Clearly, I didn't think things through and find better solutions at those times.

Perhaps it was crass of me to highlight memory problems and I should have just said yes to the receipt. Perhaps though, I don't subscribe to the bovine attitude of chewing the cud while being milked. Perhaps I am not inclined to be a sheep and instead see myself as a goat. In any case, the checkout person's declarative statement, however he meant it, has affected how I will present myself in future.

Talking to checkout people has always been fun for me and I have always thought that it gives them some light relief from the tedium of their work. I have also understood that I may be inadvertently waking them up from a comfortable snooze during which, with practice, they can just pass things past the scanner without waking. They may surreptitiously look at me with a jaded eye and be seeking a way to press the snooze button on me. But, just like getting up out of bed to get some water or take a leak, the damage is done. Beta waves are replaced with Alpha waves in the head and the return to Theta waves may not be possible before the alarm goes off. Deep sleep is in the past and dozing is the only route to oblivion, and no amount of scrabbling for the fast disappearing tail of beneficial slumber will bring it back.

Badinage, or 'light playful banter' to the builder's mate, is something I have never been able to accept from anyone who is not a close friend or a well-known acquaintance. I am, in almost every circumstance when I am targeted, reduced to a small boy shivering in the frigid air of acute embarrassment, and I simply will not compete in the leg-pulling, the chaffing, or the clowning of other people; activity that makes up a pseudo-competition that even the competitors do not realise they want to win. Surely, it is an ego thing. Certainly it has to be one-up-manship that in the presence of a romantically desirable person is conducted with a good deal of smugness and an expectation of favour. 'If I verbally crush this person I might get a secret clinch. I only have to show my intellect to be superior to the other person's and the prize is mine!' 

At least it is done on the open. At least the poking fun is not secretly done in dark corners. At least it is not back-stabbing; a wound that everyone else perceives except the victim; surely the cruelest cut of all. Emotional doors are slammed when they were once open and friendly faces are turned away, yet the victim is unaware of this and is left sadly wondering what is wrong. It isn't a conscious thing. It is a hidden drain on resources; a sucker of energy, and a malevolent source that inhibits progress. Indeed, it is the cruelest cut. Only a coward or a cheat would wield the sword that slashes the unwary in this way, or push the dagger forward from a hidden recess or heavy shroud. The cheat by maligning others hopes to gain favour when comparisons are made. By inference the message is, 'I would never act in that way' and paradoxically, 'You can trust me.' The coward is afraid of rebuke from someone they feel may be admirably able to defend themselves and, in the cowards mind, gain a victory over them; and this done publicly; for the coward, the worst scenario of all. For them, it means they inflicted the wound but they must bear the suppuration and the stink of putrefaction. For them, ringing bells will precede their movements and cries of 'Unclean! Unclean!' will be heard.

I shall pull my head back into my protective tortoise shell and warp some words to satisfy myself:

       'Every word you say is your victory.' Why, thank you kind sir. I shall up-cycle my wife's angry words, 'You're a wordsmith!' and take your donated words to feel confident that my intention is clearly and evidently good and I have spoken wisely.

Permalink Add your comment
Share post
Stylised image of a figure dancing

Pink T-shirt

Visible to anyone in the world
Edited by Martin Cadwell, Tuesday 10 February 2026 at 08:16

All my posts: https://learn1.open.ac.uk/mod/oublog/view.php?u=zw219551

or search for 'martin cadwell -caldwell' Take note of the position of the minus sign to eliminate caldwell returns or search for 'martin cadwell blog' in your browser.

I am not on YouTube or social media

silhouette of a female face in profile

 

[ 5 minute read ]

Look at me walking on the edge of a fence

I am living by the seat of my pants; by the skin of my teeth I get by. I face the world without vitamin supplements and coffee and laugh at the consequences.

     'Ha ha ha! I laugh at you! Stand back and make way!'

I have no augmented assistance. I rely solely on eating and sleeping. My imagination is dull; my memory has holes in it; and my creativity is quiet.

     'Is this what it is like to be free from contaminants?' I ask myself.

I have seen the young women throw themselves down a ski-slope on snowboards and spin and loop in the air and I heard that one young woman makes sure she eats at least one slice of pizza a day at the 2026 Winter Olympics. The male snowboarders are nearly all over 30 years old, even in their forties. I wonder why women under twenty five don't compete with men in the snowboard tricks event; smaller body means faster spins which surely means more rotations are possible for the small people, (some of the men are small)  but these fast spins are not so likely accomplished for big bodies. 

In the 1970s, when James Hunt raced Nikki Lauda in Formula 1, the drivers used to be partying the night before, smoking at the track, and almost never did physical workouts to improve their core strength and stuff. Nowadays, all race drivers and sportspeople maintain a diet and exercise regime; otherwise they don't win.

It seems to me that we, as the general public, don't want to perform well. 'It will do.' is a silent sigh that follows slight effort. 

Later, I need to go and buy coffee and vitamin and mineral supplements in the city. I shall, of course, cycle. But I am not going to wander over to my bike and lift it into the street today; nor shall I merely doff my hat to the people I pass. No, today I shall warm up with some crunches and press-ups. I shall jump with both feet together towards my bike and lift it into the air above my waist while I turn it 180 degrees and plant it down rear wheel first. I shall climb on one side and immediately get off the other and then push it forward. Then I shall raise it on its rear wheel and spin it 360 degrees. Only then will I mount it before I fling my right arm backwards in a high arc to afford me a strong and focused look behind me. I shall smile, bring my arm back to the handlebars in a sharp straight movement, turn my head back and then allow my body to follow. Then I shall start to pedal. The neighbours will go wild. They will clap and look for a high score from other neighbours. 

I am wacky enough to do all of that. But it won't be for scores or particularly for wry smiles from the skulking cats; their haughty backward glances of disdain mean nothing to me. I shall do it for the same reason that I bought a pink T-shirt twenty five years ago. I mentally addressed the world. I don't care what 'you' (the world) think of me! Your bias or confusion does not matter to me. Just because 'you' have not developed a pattern of thinking that allows freedoms that 'you' would not allow 'yourselves' to embrace, I will not conform to 'your' hegemony.

Some people allow their speech to leave their mouth without finely tuning the words in their mouth and with their tongue. The vowel sounds a, e, i, o, u are all formed in the larynx and these are adapted in the back of the throat and mouth, and with the tongue, into words. We can form the vowel sounds without changing anything in our mouths; it really is just wind moving through a pipe that we constrict a bit, or not.

I think it is incumbent on us to speak with finesse and even flourishes. I don't mean we should all get elocution lessons; I mean we should pay attention to what we are saying and how we say it. I can perform wordy tricks because I have practiced using words. My sentences do somersaults and balance on high-wires; they loom large and fade towards a sad end and then rise and laugh at my fate. At least they do in my head. I have done the gym work. I have not done enough competition work though. 

My competitors are also my audience. They are other supermarket shoppers. I use my words to slide up to them and introduce my performance. 'Hah! You wasn't expecting that!' I silently tease them. I have to do it silently because they don't know they are in a competition and I am winning. They have no idea I have practiced and practiced for the event, and they are unaware of the hard work I have put into learning my routine. They have no reason to consider that I can throw sentences into mid air and perform loops back to the beginning. Why would they?

just like the snowboarders perform their 1200s or 1440s, back-switches and 'banana-split clockwork monkey handshake kiss' moves, my supermarket audience cannot see how seamlessly I skip sentences. They cannot connect the hanging dots in my phrases. I am meaningless to them; a fool that they would not sit next to on the bus. It is only I who applauds myself.

The leaps and flourishes are realistically only mere slight movements that barely change my tone. The words are mashed a little and the edges are not honed in my mouth. My tongue says, ' It will do.' 

I need to buy another 'pink T-shirt'. I need the energy that augmentation gives me. I need to own it!

Permalink Add your comment
Share post
Stylised image of a figure dancing

Zugzwang position - I don't know what to do

Visible to anyone in the world
Edited by Martin Cadwell, Friday 19 September 2025 at 12:31

All my posts: https://learn1.open.ac.uk/mod/oublog/view.php?u=zw219551

or search for 'martin cadwell -caldwell' to eliminate caldwell returns (take note of the position of the minus sign) or 'martin cadwell blog' in your browser.

I am not on YouTube or social media.

a silhouette of a female face in profile

[ 5 minute read ]

It doesn't seem to matter if I come up with unusual names for my story characters. I thought I had invented the name 'Harrari', which originates from the sound of cars passing over the joins in a dual carriageway over-flying a roundabout near to where I lived. I use that name for my abandoned alien friend. 

Of course, I know that the name 'Hakim' is real. I have no doubt heard in it a Hollywood film. I use that name to identify an avatar spirit.

Hakim and Harrari, as characters, know each other and sometimes act as counsel in my posts. So, I have added tags to a few posts, 'Harrari and Hakim'.

There is a YouTube video, titled 'Yuval Noah Harari on Sky News', 'The World With Yalda Hakim' that is listed above my post 'My alien friend and my avatar' on the DuckDuckGo search ranking index! I thought 'Harrari' might be unique and a strong individual name for a character. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that combining it with another strong name would not be unique at all. In the modern world, we are all trying to come up with a hook that is our own. 

I think I recall reading something that buzzed around. 'We are all plagiarists because every word we write has already been written in the dictionary.' Except they are in a different order.

I love words. My bedtime reading when I was sixteen was a Collins Pocket Thesaurus. One might think I would be really good at words but we have to use them to become proficient. I love words so much that I write the 'pretty' ones I find on a large piece of paper that is stuck to my wall. Eventually the paper is full and I have to replace it, but I keep the 'full' pieces of paper. How can a two-dimensional object (to all intents and purposes to the common man) 'get' full?

I have in mind calling up some of these words, sort of randomly, and then writing something that coherently includes them. Here are some of the words I have recorded:

desuetude; eschew; endue; surplice; sine qua non; internecine; commingle; aegis; spissitude; anoesis; deleterious; amphiboly; longanimity; ataraxia; immure; esperance; quotidian; obdurate; dilatory; minatory; perfidious; rebarbative; divagate; paludal; atemporal; nescience; oscitant; zugzwang (one of my favourite words); bathos; metastasis; apperception.

I know the meaning of some of these, and others I have to read the attached meaning. I almost never use any of them. The spell checker hates half of them. so, let's have a go at using a few, at least half, anyway. I will write without preparation or any idea of where it is going.

a man either side of text that reads, half penny stories

I don't know what to do

(Glossary at the end)

Today, I found myself in a zugzwang position. Either I continue living in a state of anoesis or swerve towards ataraxia. In any case, I would need to make big changes in my life, and no amount of esperance would cause me to consider either position to be fruitful. One might, in describing me, use the word 'feckless'. Growing up in some seclusion, I have always had to make strong attempts to commingle with the common man. Most of the time, I have to suffer the surplice of my neighbour's nescience. Our conversations, though not quotidian, were often enough to endue in me an idea that his paludal mind is set on obdurate behaviour towards all and everyone. A 'Do Not Bend' package delivered through my letterbox, addressed to his girlfriend, was described in his deleterious, almost minatory, manner, as being delivered by a lazy delivery person who couldn't be bothered to seek his front door. The truth is that his continental-style letter-box has insufficient depth to accept non-bendable packages, such as photographs, and the delivery person was more conscientious than oscitant or clumsy. 

To free myself from being permanently affected by people who divagate into rebarbative and perfidious gossip, or general loose cohesion and frippery in their statements, albeit atemporal in nature, a metastasis in my own life must occur. I feel that I should immure myself within my own safe scope of apperception. I have a predilection towards logic and an aptitude for taking two positions simultaneously. Perhaps, my longanimity is wearing thin and I crave peace and equanimity, yet, I can not help thinking that ataraxia is enormously difficult for me to achieve simply because I need sharp mental stimulation, the spissitude of which must be high. Flighty tidbits does nothing for me. Clearly, being perturbed pleases me. That then means that anoesis must be the preferred state to be in. However, I know I grow tired of japes and personal witticisms and seek knowledge to act as superstructure for my thoughts. Neither condition then seems to be an acceptable recluse. Of course no-one wants to make a change that negatively impacts on the rest of their life, and zugzwang positions make us choose the least harmful path. Perhaps, my dilatory personality will allow me to continue to oscillate between my private home-life of quiet study and submission to the general desuetude of common sense in my fellow man for a while longer. 

-end-

I think I might have used the words correctly. In any case, I had fun playing around with them. It is one of my hobbies. I am certain that if I used those words, as I have done, in a conversation with someone who knows them, I would see a skeptical question on their face that asks, 'Do you really know what you are saying?' And, because I like to be honest with myself, but also fair and benevolent with myself, I would have to laugh and say 'No, not really.'

I wrote the little story using a selection from the list of words. The meanings of the words I used from the list are here. I have cut and pasted from whichever online dictionary comes up first.

Zugzwang - (my own understanding) This is a German word used in chess. A zugzwang position is one in which a move must be made but any move will result in a following negative position - usually the loss of a piece or consequent check-mate, Being in 'check' is often a zugzwang position.

anoesis - (my own understanding) a state of mind that consists of pure sensation without cognitive content.

ataraxia - a state of freedom from emotional disturbance and anxiety, tranquility.

esperance - an archaic and now obsolete word meaning 'hope' (Let's bring it back)

commingle - to mix thoroughly

surplice - punishment, torture, anguish; punishment of hell

nescience - (my own idea is that this word is like 'conscience' and 'prescience', it is to do with perception and understanding and the prefix 'ne' works to negate) 1, lack of knowledge 2. agnosticism

quotidian - 1. usual or customary, everyday; (quotidian needs) 2. daily (a quotidian report) 3. ordinary, commonplace (paintings of no more than quotidian artistry) 

endue - provide with a quality or trait

paludal - 1. relating to marshes 2. produced by marshes, as miasma or disease

obdurate - 1. unmoved by persuasion, pit, or tender feelings; stubborn; unyielding 2. stubbornly resistant to moral influence; persistently impertinent (an obdurate sinner)

deleterious - 1. harmful; injurious (deleterious influences) 2. injurious to health (deleterious gasses)

minatory - menacing, threatening

oscitant - 1. drowsy or inattentive 2. yawning as with drowsiness, gaping 3. dull, lazy or negligent

metastasis -  change, transference

immure - 1. to shut in; seclude or confine 2. to enclose within walls 3. to imprison

divagate - (my own understanding focus on the 'div' part, to digress or deviate) 1. to wander, stray 2. to digress in speech

rebarbative - causing annoyance, irritation or aversion; repellent

perfidious - deliberately faithless, treacherous. deceitful ; a perfidious lover

atemporal - not given to time, timeless

apperception - logical reasoning through the exchange of opposing ideas

longanimity - patient endurance of hardship, injuries, or offense; forebearance

spissitude - density, thickness

japes - (from my Roget's thesaurus:  witticisms; jape (verb) amuse oneself

dilatory - 1. tending to delay or procrastinate; slow, tardy 2. intended to delay, gain time, or defer decision; a dilatory decision

desuetude - discontinuance, disusage, disuse

Twenty five words I have never used before. I am pleased.

Permalink
Share post

This blog might contain posts that are only visible to logged-in users, or where only logged-in users can comment. If you have an account on the system, please log in for full access.

Total visits to this blog: 754608