Archive for February, 2007

Writing Hint #21 Do you check your spelling?

I have written here on several occasions about the need for writers, and bloggers in particular, to take far more care to check their spelling. Some blogs are annoyingly difficult to read when they contain numerous errors; I usually don’t bother to try and click right on out of there.

The Probabilist has written a very useful article called “The ten most misspelled words in blogs.” Technically the words he has listed are commonly misused words. Well worth a read anyway. With over 140 comments on his article that section is also a good read.

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Idiom #14 The Goose that laid the Golden Eggs

This week’s idiom: “To kill the goose which lays the golden eggs.”

Origin:

This saying comes from the Aesop’s fable The Goose that Laid the Golden Eggs.

A man and his wife had the good fortune to possess a goose which laid a golden egg every day. Lucky though they were, they soon began to think they were not getting rich fast enough, and, imagining the bird must be made of gold inside, they decided to kill it in order to secure the whole store of precious metal at once. But when they cut it open they found it was just like any other goose. Thus, they neither got rich all at once, as they had hoped, nor enjoyed any longer the daily addition to their wealth. (From Wikipedia)

Meaning:

The commonly used meaning of this expression relates to the act either and individual or an organisation that abuses a source of income or profit through excessive greed to the point where that income is destroyed.

Example:

By not looking after the needs of his customers, the shopkeeper killed the goose that laid the golden eggs.

Photo:

The photo below shows a Cape Barren Goose, an Australian bird. It does not lay golden eggs. Some entrepreneurs tried to harvest these birds from the wild for use in their restaurants here in South Australia. They were soon stopped because the total world population is only something like eight to ten thousand. Such slaughter would inevitably have resulted in “killing the goose that laid the golden eggs.”

Cape Barren Goose

Cape Barren Goose

Short Fiction #32 James

James

James hesitated.

Should he enter? What if?

All his life he had been ruled by ‘what ifs’. It was time to stop. Time to bite the bullet. Time to take charge of his life.

Carpe deum,’ he muttered. What a useless mantra it had been throughout his meaningless existence. ‘Still, I might get a job here.’

Fighting the thudding of his heart and the shallowness of his breathing, he slowly pushed on the door. It stood firm.

He pushed again.

Solid.

Immoveable.

As he leaned on the door, the notice came slowly into focus.

‘IN RECEIVERSHIP.’

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Copyright 2007 Trevor W. Hampel.

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This article updated September 2015.

Haiku #33: Kookaburra

Kookaburra
Gargling in rapturous joy
With an anthem of praise.

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Laughing Kookaburra

Laughing Kookaburra

Poem #25 Morning Mist

Morning Mist

Mist in the morning,
Mist in the valley,
Flowing silently
Over mountain ridges
Down into valleys.
Hovering, dampening,
Evil and close.

Sunlight
Weak and cold,
Meekly trying
To brighten the day.

No bird sings.
No creature stirs.
All is silent
Cold and damp.

I shiver
And sullenly tramp
On through the wet grass,
Down through the gloom
Of the valley ahead.

A lone magpie
Bravely carols a greeting
And I courageously
Shout in reply
But my words
Only echo
Mockingly
As a flurry of feathers
Tell of my departing friend.

But the spell has been broken.
The mist
Like a stealthy ghost
Slips silently away,
Quickly enveloped
By the strengthening glow
Of the new day’s sun.

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Copyright 2007 Trevor W. Hampel