A Hundred and Fifty Sundays: The March to 150 + A Herb Reader Survey.
Notes on practice, learning how to hate better, and some questions for you.
Herb Sundays: Perpetual Dawn - On rotation 2025 (Apple, Spotify).
- my current rotation, constantly in flux.
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Staring down 150 Herb Sundays (the next one I’ll publish soon), I don’t know that I feel much further along than I started, but I do know that the confidence that comes from doing something consistently and maybe incrementally better does bolster one’s esteem.
Occasionally, I’m asked for advice on starting a Substack, and my response is usually to recommend a repeatable action or approach. Coming up with a good idea in a pinch is pretty challenging, unless you’re already a marathon blogger, like Seth Godin, who has deep archives of material. I still stand behind most of the notes I had around Herb 100:
Herb Sundays 001: SV4 + [Notes on 100].
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The playlist is at the bottom of the email this week. For our Sunday Scripture, a reading from the book of Henry Rollins, care of Details Magazine, January 1994:
Speaking of
, I often return to his theory of The Dip, in which once the novelty and instant growth of any new thing you do wears off, you can stagnate a bit. It's sort of the natural arc of anything: you get better quickly and then worse, and then hopefully better. I’ve had the most fun in many ways with the last year of Herb Sundays, but in some ways, I think I’ve become a worse writer. I’m more efficient, but I may be writing too many words; for instance, the see-saw of progress continues.
More recently, when asked about starting something, such as a blog or a label, I advised considering one’s motivations, which can be hard to confront. We all want to be understood, to be known. But for what?
To quote the very quotable and confounding Bret Easton Ellis from a recently resurfaced Paris Review Art Of Fiction interview: “Writing, for me, was always a great stress reliever, a way of dealing with pain.”
You can take that to mean an inner pain, but I also see it as a response to the pain we witness and experience in the virtual worlds we have created. I’ve realized that a core driver of the culture, if we’re using Pixar's Inside Out parlance, is disgust. Disgust sells. Social Media realized this early on. Anger is the primary motivator behind much of what we consume, rather than beauty or growth.
I also want to get better at hating, and in the most productive way possible. I’ve never been a great hater, at least in the internet sense. I’m usually looking to swim the side of the pool and get my elbows out, to maintain a degree of civility, but realize by doubling down on fandom for what I like which is what this newsletter is, it works the same effect, to bathe in the joy instead of wallow in the shallow end.
, who is a New York-based writer who has been putting out some cool cultural pieces in significant places, also quietly published a very interesting bit about being a Hater that I thought was helpful. He vows for a direct and salient pushback: Haters say it with their chest, and don’t hide behind anonymity or pseudonyms. To say something is bad is a public pleasure for the hater. They do not fear transparency or directness. The Hater wants more for culture. Letting people to like things is letting quality control slip. More on this one day.
What I’ve learned
I don’t “like” writing, but I like putting words behind me, getting ideas out of my mind, synthesizing things I see, and championing stuff I care about.
I don’t think having a Substack makes you a writer, any more than having an Instagram makes you a photographer. I think this is ok. What writing has taught me is to be more empathetic to the realities of writing as a profession and its challenges to being monetized. I think Substack and other pay-walled platforms are great, but I believe Substack's emphasis on “no ads” (a common pearl-clutch refrain in tech) is a potential dead end. Instead of lumping advertising in as one deviant cohort, Substack could be admitting select advertisers into the ecosystem, limiting their surface area in the process, but enabling more support for writers. Maybe this is on their roadmap, maybe not. I also don’t think I get a say; such is the game.
I think the main thing I can say for anyone considering venturing down the path is that you won’t run out of ideas; they keep showing up. My list of “To Herb" keeps growing with each week. Again, the good news is that most of what you want to say already exists inside of you.
Reader Survey:
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New on Ghostly:
Portland polymath quickly, quickly’s new (Apple, Spotify) album is a real beauty.
Daniel Bromfield wrote the following for Stereogum:
“A lot of things go bump on Jonson’s second album for Ghostly International….Jonson loves what he calls “musical jumpscares,” and many of these songs switch direction rapidly or allow themselves to be subsumed by walls of dub delay. It’s part of a tradition of Northwest studio wizardry that encompasses the rough-hewn animism of the early Microphones, the most Beatlesque caprices of mid-period Elliott Smith, and the ambient sound paintings of Grouper and Loscil. “You’re a harp inside a basement,” Jonson sings on the epic closing track “"You Are,” and he could be describing his own bric-a-brac aesthetic.”
I Heard That Noise is unreal, was on repeat all weekend, cheers!
First substack read in a few weeks, and i’m instantly reminded why this is the only social app on my phone. Lovely read and truly tickled me with the haterade/player haters ball vibe.