Netting

Things I am thinking about:
1) Going to grad school
I have now, as of today (!) been out of school for exactly one year. The 9-5 world has not been unrewarding in that it has delivered so much perspective, in particular that I love school and have been deeply self-conscious this year about not reading enough, writing enough, collaborating enough, and synthesizing enough. I described it to my mom yesterday that in school I felt like there was this netting over me-- sort of a well-lit, translucent, glittery web of ideas-- and more ideas and information and pieces of culture were alternately cast into and drawn from that web. Outside of academia, I feel like that net has, like, been cut down (to switch to a different metaphor) somewhat triumphantly (like the quasi-glory of an under-underdog beating Duke or something), and is just a trophy of some middling accomplishment, and not actively in use, and (to switch to a different metaphor), putting stuff in that net at my feet is like some kid shoving a dead fish into a net when his dad's not looking to pretend like he caught it. Slimy and wrong. My aim to put in some applications this fall would, at best, get me into grad school, and would at worst get the net back up in the air, to glitter and catch ideas (or to catch a nasty shot from downtown, or to catch some non-slimy fish). OMG this train of thought is making me crack up. Other kinds of nets to consider: fishnet stockings, butterfly, profit/loss, internet.
2) Switching to wordpress (?)(!).
I get a little embarrassed now and then about this blog title, which I came up with sometime in the early-middle part of college when it was ~super e-hip~ to have usernames/ blog titles with two simple, delicate nouns... gag. BUT! Whatever. It might be nice to blog again, and take some pictures of my life, and keep in touch with my now far-flung friends, but I should do that in a place where I'm not self-conscious about dumb archives.
3) Oh GOD, can I go to the beach yet?
I can go about 3 months without being in sea water before I get really anxious and feel like I'm being deprived of some essential joy. It is time.