I mentioned on flickr that I’m going to have a comics section soon here on natebeaty.com, and why not? I mean, I code complex websites all day, and my personal site has turned into a ridiculously simplistic online journal that I could get out of any vanilla blog application.

I awoke at 5am this morning and couldn’t go back to sleep. Instead I explored all sorts of nooks and crannies of the property that I grew up on, between Toledo, Oregon and the Siletz Indian reservation. At the time it was quite isolated and thick with briars, brush, alders and douglas firs. It’s since become more populated and, sadly, much of it has been clearcut.

It’s surprising to me what I remember, because my memory is very sparse when it comes to anything before graduating highschool. I swear I made a distinct yet partly unconscious decision to sever myself from all memories of the deepseated trauma that was public schooling. I am thankful I went through it, but I guess I don’t want to relive it.

Yet before I entered the hell that was highschool, I believe I had a rich childhood I’d rather not toss the memories of, primarily spent in the woods, or at least the woods of our 1.5 acres in the middle of nowhere. This morning I was able to explore all sorts of areas around our the home my family built when growing up. All the while, I was also recalling the belief (fact?) I heard on the radio that our memories degrade the more we relive them. What a sad and pointless thing to learn, adding unnecessary melancholy to combing the fields of nostalgia.

Anyway, rambling aside, I may explore more of this in comics. Until then, I’ll just post the barely-remembered exploits of being a meathead nerdjock in highschool!