I want a dog, a porch, and a rocking chair.

Of dusty coloured, boldish thoughts,

Dost thou not think and dwell this morn.

Oh that quite silent, dim rocker rots,

As pen quite rolicks, tampers, fastly jots.

Be ever sure not to wake in scorn,

He that slumbers, frightf’ly slumbers dreams,

So as to wile way the Capricorn.

Wake! Awake! snaps rocker’s seams,

In groaning Petrarch whine the beams.

Oh foul is such that stirs the lord,

Of sky and ground, of squirrel and dreams,

So quickly cut from his river fjord.

Reach out and still the loathsome sound.

For drowsing is the flop-eared hound.

So I'm trying to study Nutrition right now but instead got sidetracked by this poem I've been working on, and this video by M. Ward.

An Attic for a Brain

"A man should keep his little brain attic stocked with all the furniture that he is likely to use, and the rest he can put away in the lumber-room of his library, where he can get it if he wants it."

So I've been reading a lot of Sherlock Holmes lately which I must say has been quite a relief from the day to day grind. Its nice to escape to some place where a clever man smokes his pipe and deduces the nature of a man from the cigar ash on his coat sleeve. Romanticism will always be near and dear to my heart and there's just something about the detective novel that fills my head with lofty aspirations of how a simple gesture of the hand, a quaint orange fleck on the shoe, or perhaps a mis-trimmed beard can mean beautifully deep connections to lives.

Anyways, I believe a Spring Break recap is in order since I have failed to record my adventures here. Well, I went to New Mexico with my family and visited my dad's cousin on her ranch. It snowed almost a foot! The snow is probably my favorite thing God ever made. (Next to Andrea =P) Then we went to Santa Fe and skied a lot and just chilled. Here's some pretty sweet photos of our trip.