Archive for August, 2006

Poem #5 Rubbish Bin

Rubbish Bin

An exasperated

Rubbish bin

Spews forth

A gluttony

Of unwanted oddments –

Fouling

The pristine

Manicured

Lawn.

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Copyright 2006 Trevor W. Hampel

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Are you a Problogger?

Ever wondered if your blogging efforts qualify you to be called a “problogger?”

If so, take the quiz on Darren Rowse’s ProBlogger page.

I scored 16 out of 40 points and it told me I was a “serious amateur” blogger with some potential.

Okay – just a bit of fun – now back to the serious stuff!

Idiom #3

Today I continue my fascination with idioms. These sayings add so much colour to our interesting language.

This week’s idiom should be familiar to most people:

… to climb on the bandwagon…

This saying is used in many contexts and in particularly popular with our press and news broadcasters.

“To climb (or jump) on the bandwagon” means to support another person, group, organisation or cause in order to achieve some personal gain or advantage.

It seems that the origin of this popular saying lies in early American political campaigns. Electioneering in America has always been an upbeat affair, usually accompanied by music (pun intended). A political rally would be announced by a musical band on a horse-drawn wagon which would be taken through the streets of the town. As the procession proceeded through the town supporters would climb on the wagon with the band, joining the candidate and showing their allegiance. Not all who climbed aboard were loyal supporters; some were there only to gain favour if the candidate was successful.

Things haven’t changed all that much. Still we have those who will “climb on the bandwagon” in order to “feather their own nest.”

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Wikipedia has some interesting extra things to say, particularly on on what is called “the bandwagon effect” as used in science (click here).

Short Fiction #7 Lost Keys

Lost Keys

Danny hesitated.

Without his keys he was stranded.

He couldn’t leave the shop unlocked, nor could he drive home.

“This needs some lateral thinking,” he said to himself.

Several minutes passed.

“I know!” he exclaimed. “The perfect solution.”

He set to work immediately.

Proudly he displayed the new sign.

“OPEN 24 HOURS.”

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Copyright 2006 Trevor W. Hampel

Haiku #11 Kingfisher

A flash of sky-blue

Sears across my dazzled eyes –

The kingfisher dives.

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Copyright 2006 Trevor W. Hampel

I invite you to read some more of my haiku here.

Sacred Kingfisher

Sacred Kingfisher