Stuff n' things

An interesting way of re-visioning over at Peter's. CP talks about two sides of poetry, the first side consisting of music, imagination, and disorder; the second side: form, story, order. He claims, if you balance both sides, your poem's working. Well, I think we all know that I'm doing fine on the form, story, order side of things. Just sometimes I don't get the imagination and music like I want. I'm trying to work on this. I'm trying to find other revision ideas/strategies until I find one that clicks with me, because nothing has just yet.

Tonight, I'll be hanging out at Mary's with Amy and Jana to talk thesis. Freaking thesis! I am so not ready to graduate. Or maybe I am ready to graduate, but I don't feel like I have time to finish everything I wanted to do while I was in this program.

Mona was talking about how much she loves Washington and now I'm wishing I had the money to fly out and sleep in my friend Brad's barn again. He lives out in the middle of no where, in an old barn that's been converted into an apartment. It's smack in the middle of a sheep farm. With grape vines and all kinds of good stuff, see:

This makes me think about place, about calling a place "home." I've never lived anywhere but here. I've never been more than an hour from Mom and Dad and my hometown. When I was in high school, I desperately wanted to get out. But that desire has faded over the years and I deeply love this little corner of the world that I occupy. But what else is there? Am I missing something by not leaving the proverbial nest? As I think about PhDs, I think a lot about location. Climate. Population density. Cost of living. Comfort. How on earth do you choose?