eclectic: deriving ideas, style, or taste from a broad and diverse range of sources
I am Emily. I’ll primarily be blogging poetry and prose, but anything that strikes my fancy is fair game, hence my site’s name.
Warning. All posts are subject to change whenever inspiration strikes, so if you think that a piece has changed since the last time you read it you’re probably right.
I love: reading books, watching movies and TV shows on DVD; listening to music on the radio or CDs; cooking, crafting, and writing fiction, nonfiction, and poetry. I am the person of a cat. I live in the beautiful Finger Lakes Region of New York State.
My two favorite books are:
The Lord of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien
Outlander by Diana Gabaldon
My favorite TV series are:
Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1996-2003)
My favorite movies are:
The Indiana Jones Quadrilogy (Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981), Indiana Jones: Temple of Doom (1984), Indiana Jones: The Last Crusade (1989), and Indiana Jones: Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (2008))
The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (The Fellowship of the Ring (2001), The Two Towers (2002), and the Return of the King (2003))
Jack Ryan Series (The Hunt for Red October (1990), Patriot Games (1992), and The Sum of All Fears (2002))
My taste in music runs the gamut from Abba to Zamfir, but my favorite pieces are:
“Demons” by Imagine Dragon
“Toccata and Fugue in D Minor” by J. S. Bach
Carmina Burana by Carl Orff
I am a good home cook and am currently learning to prepare Asian and Indian dishes.
I do various kinds of needlework (crewel, floss, and silk ribbon embroidery; hand and machine quilting; canvas work, cross stitch, and beadwork (necklaces, bracelets, and earrings).
My cat’s name is Thomas C.(at) Selleck. He is named in honor of the actor. Selleck (the cat) has blue eyes, a mustache, an attitude, and is very mouthy. He is a grey-and-white half-Siamese who has the lanky body and the color-points. Sadly, he passed away August 2, 2018. He was seventeen years old.
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
What florid fingers Tentatively probing Come slyly slinking Spreading wide Dimming the glories That crown ebon infinity Majestic vault bestrewn Myriad stars a twinkle That tardy tenebrous tumescence Burnished brilliance breaking Hovering on the horizon Whereof devious digits Piercing achromatic night Tentatively probing Laboring towards the vertex Spreading in a panorama Varnishing the firmament Lo, that gleaming grandeur Swelling towards repletion Abolishing the dark horizon Heralding the arrival of morn Tis the timorous dawn.
I wrote this poem after seeing this sunrise (which I’ve tried to recreate) one morning when I was staying with my mother.
“Little Fuzzy” (1962) by H. Beam Piper is the first book in the Fuzzy Series. It is a charming and original read. It is a story of friendship, imagination and the survival of a species. Prepare to meet the most enchanting creatures ever created in Sci-Fi history! I highly recommend it for first time Science Fiction readers. It’s a great introduction to the genre! I give it five stars.
The world is a hard place when you’re small and everything else, especially the predators is big!
What is sapience?
The Federation defines it as the ability to talk and make fire, but is that all there really is to it? What happens when you run into a group of creatures that can do neither, is there such a thing as being just barely sapient?
It all begins with a tiny scared “yeek” in Jack Halloway’s shower stall, Little Fuzzy soon realizes that he is onto a good thing, he retrieves his family and they all settle in.
Zarathustra is a Class-III uninhabited planet, and the Chartered Zarathustra Company owns it lock stock and barrel. They developed it, exploited it, and reaped huge profits without any interference from the Colonial Government. Now the Zarathustra Company has teensy problem (one that’s twenty-four inches tall and weighs only twenty pounds to be precise.)
Out of nowhere, prospector Jack Halloway has appeared with a family of Fuzzies, and a great deal of evidence (low Paleolithic tools for instance) that they are more than just cute little animals.
If the Fuzzies are a race of intelligent beings, then Zarathustra III automatically becomes an inhabited planet and the Company’s Chartered monopoly and privileges will be over!
The Chartered Zarathustra Company isn’t going to allow that to happen . . . whatever it takes!
Now the trial of the millennium is on! Will the Zarathustra Company win or will the Fuzzies be recognized as sapient beings?
The fate of the planet, the Company, and a species hangs in the balance.
This is Caleb Carlyle Curtis reporting live Sunday, February 17, 2019 via web-cam for my blog, Genuine Confessions of a Myth-Taken Freak. I tracked him down here deep in the Wisconsin woods after long arduous months of searching involving the follow-up of false leads, rumors, and word of mouth. Today I shall share with you the truth! I am always awed and amazed at the reality behind our legends. This time was no different. It’s true what they say about people shrinking as they get older, Paul Bunyan is living proof, no longer a robust giant eight feet tall, he has dwindled to a grey-haired mere six-and-a-half feet, he can still swing a mean axe although arthritis is starting to take its toll. He is currently earning a living creating custom-designed log houses. He proudly escorted me around his latest masterpiece. When asked about Babe, Paul admits shame-faced, that when times were hard during the Depression he traveled down South. People down there were starving and as a result, Babe went back up to the Great Man in the sky; he stated that the great Blue Ox made a wonderful barbecue that fed half the state of Texas.
The wide horizon beckons
Time for me to check-in
The cost of exploration is hard to reckon
Space teaches hard lessons.
I am proud to be an astronaut
Though the life’s sometimes fraught.
Moving in Zero-G is a familiar feat
I slip easily into the pilot’s seat
My take off is sweat
I state without any conceit.
The spaceship’s engines roar
Stars and planets galore
The universe is mine to explore
Outward and onward evermore.
Exactly 74 words
Weekend Writing Prompt # 93: “Horizon” This weekend your challenge is to write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 74 words.