Whimsical Genius

This is a wall in Germany that plays music when it rains--basically it goes through the funnels and pipes and voila: music! Someday I'm going to build my dreamhouse, and along with my spiral staircasey library, I'm totally going to design the outside walls so that they play music. Maybe I'll do something with pipes and wind too--so that it'll make music when it isn't raining. Basically though, what I'm trying to say, is that this is just awesome. Yup. If there were a recipe for what this is, it would go a little like this:
A heap of Awesome
3 handfuls of Genius
And like 6 liberal dashes of Whimsy.
Oh yeah, and a few pipes, funnels, and a wall. :D

Yup, this is Heaven.

So. Basically I want to live here. Ever since I learned to love books I've wanted my own library, and loft libraries have always been my favorite. This though totally tops loft libraries. First of all, because it has different levels! So many books! Next is the spiral staircase. Right beside my love of books is my love of boxes, clocks, sea shells, lockets, and spiral staircases. I LOVE spiral staircases, and this is amazing! Wow. Really, when I die I think Heaven is going to look something like this. :D

Cozy Little Shack, Right?

Sometimes (probably less often than you would think, but still frequent enough) I really just want to live somewhere like this. Nice, quiet, pretty, and most importantly, in the middle of nowhere. It isn't that I dislike people, I just really want to get away from absolutely everything sometimes. And if I could choose any place to get away, it would probably be a little run down shack by a pond in Ireland. Or Scotland, or Wales. Really, just somewhere else where no one would care or know that I was there. Kinda like the old hermits in myths. I could help lost people every now and then, but for the most part just live my life in solitude.

Okay, yeah, I know I would get tired of this after a couple of weeks. I actually kinda like people and eventually I would miss them again. So maybe I'd just want to own the little shack in the middle of nowhere so that I could visit it whenever I wanted to. Until then I suppose I'll just keep reading and writing when I need to get away. :D

Star Gazing

I came across this poem the other day:

When I hear the learn'd astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much
applause in the lecture room,
Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
-Walt Whitman

Basically I don't have any crazy deep thoughts about this poem right now, it just resonates in my soul, you know? In Other Words: I just think it's beautiful. :D

Explanation

Intro blogs tend to be the standard for the first entry, so I'll keep with tradition for now. This blog is intended to document my random thoughts, discovered truths, and the bits of whimsy that make me me. So, here we go. :)