Hi! I'm Nate. This is one of those blogs that get updated quite sporatically and with no particular theme.
But Jeff Atwood told me in a YouTube video to Embrace the Suck and Do It In Public. And then Austin Kleon told me in a book to Show Your Work. Oh, then Casey Neistat taught me that "perfection erases humanity." And then Tom Sachs did that Space Program thing, and I was reminded of an insight that I had a long time ago.
I was turning in a magazine assigment in elementary or middle school. My professional graphic-designer dad had helped me desktop-publish a decent National Geographic parody about mushrooms. I was proud of the work we had done. And I was about to scoff (silently, internally) at the work of a fellow student, when I realized that the reason mine looked so good was because of all the help I had from my dad. The content was all mine, and the National Geographic cover was my idea. But the well-done presentation of which I was proud, was all him. This other student had done all the work himself.
I realized that if I had tried to do the magazine myself, even if I had gotten the National Geographic cover looking good, I would have run out of steam before I finished the magazine. I imagined a 3rd grader's crayon-rendered magazine. If it had a beginning, middle, and end, it would be superior to my "excellent" beginning.
And so, I make an imperfect website.
I don’t remember if it was Christmas or a birthday when I was given a bicycle by my folks. It was a Huffy. It was yellow and blue. The tires were blue. They’d make a blue skid-mark if I locked up the brakes on the sidewalk. It had training wheels.
I don’t know how old I was. I was at the mall with my mother. I imagine she was trying something on in a store, but I don’t really remember. At some point I wandered off and got lost.
I graduated from the University of Utah on 5 May, 2006
Some reminiscences about my week at the Especially For Youth camp
In March 1994 I had a job. I worked at the mall selling pagers. This means that now I had a few bucks to throw around. One of the things I decided to splurge on was a pair of Rollerblades.
Apparently, on this day in history (March 29th, 1993) I got my driver license.