DELETING ALL YOUR SUBSTACK DATA IS TOO EASY

It is UNREAL that any setting other than DELETE MY ENTIRE SUBSTACK would delete your whole entire substack.

Please help.

My Substack publication. All my subscribers. All my posts. Everything gone.

How? I deleted my podcast and a glitch in the substack system meant it wiped everything.

A similar thing happened to 

Chelsey Pippin Mizzi (although she still had her publication and data it wiped all her posts).

My stripe account is still working. I don’t know if my publication will come back. I don’t know if I create a new publication if it will attach to old stripe data. Or if I have to effectively bankrupt myself to refund everyone and then re-ask them to subscribe to a new publication.

Has this happened to anyone else? Can anyone help?

This happened to me, but it only wiped out about 10 video posts. Thankfully I had full back up copies of those videos, and was able to piece together the posts again. But the permalinks, the comments, the views, etc. – all gone.

DOUBLE UPS

Doing more of the thing you want to do usually leads to more of what you want to do.

That doesn’t mean I should eat pizza and ice cream everday, of course, but the math adds up soon enough.

Months ago I got back to my running practice. Some days I just couldn’t grind through a three or four mile run.

Sure enough, I wasn’t eating enough to have the energy for those runs, so they always sucked.

Once you start eating to run, running gets easier.

And so now I’ve run 30 miles a week for the past few weeks, and usually hitting 5000′ of elevation along the way.

I’m not the fastest, but I’m probably the only ding dong who runs up and down this dirt road with no guard rail at least once a week.

And this past Sunday I did it twice, because hey, at 48 years old if you’re not challenging yourself, most likely no one else will, either.

BLOGGING IS FIGHTING

It’s a lie that “people stopped reading blogs.” There are plenty of people reading blogs, and writing them. It’s just that there’s no giant smoke-and-mirrors machine at work convincing everyone of the fact – that’s what social media has been doing.

  • The product makers (Apple, Samsung, etc) all convinced us we need the best new phones.
  • The cellular companies convinced us we needed unlimited plans and 5G speeds.
  • The social media companies kept us scrolling, watching, liking.

Three collosal industries working together to keep you consuming, and making it seem ludicrous to consider anything else.

Which is why all those “I left Instagram” and “I switched to a dumbphone” articles are so popular. They’re like the Matrix allowing certain people to leave the system, knowing so many other people will accept the program as it’s built.

Make your blogs. Link to other blogs. They’re not back, they never left.

MAKING PHOTOGRAPHS

Nathan Pearce seems sweet and nice. This is quick glimpse of a fella doing live and making photographs. Making zines and hanging with friends. So sweet.

“Nathan Pearce (born 1986) is an artist based in Southern Illinois. Pearce works in book and zine making and photography. Pearce’s publications are held in several artists’ book and library collections including those at MoMA, The Met, Museum of Contemporary Photography, and the Center for Creative Photography.”

(link, Bradley)

NO MORE CORPORATE TREATS

The other night I went to Starbucks, as a treat. You know, a $6 Nitro with sweet cream… really hits the spot.

But I stood there and waited. And waited. There were two kids in front of me. Waited. Waited.

A barista came by and made eye contact, but they were tending to a drive thru order. Someone else just had their head down making drinks.

I get it. I don’t fault those baristas one bit. The company is shit. The CEO is shit. And holy fuck, I’m shit for believing that a treat is giving a corporation money.

Like a chat I had with a friend a bit ago, about boycotting Target. Oh, how we all loved going to Target. But wow, after a bit, we don’t miss it. Just like I don’t miss visiting Twitter or Instagram.

We’ve been so conditioned by the marketing and the culture and the branding that treating ourselves is contingent on giving corporate behemoths our time and our money.

Look at apps, order in the apps, take a photo and upload it to the app – “this is living,” they say.

Anymore I’m becoming a cranky “I got food at home.” I got coffee at home.

Expecting any corporation to brighten by day is a foolish notion in 2025.

PHOTOS ARE FOREVER

I think about skate magazines a lot, mostly because of the photographs. And then I think of how much I love photography, and how little I care about the actual cameras. I mean, I like cameras well enough. I have a few. But the last thing I want to see a photo of is another camera. Or a photo along with what camera was used to take said photo.

I just feel like photographs are literal moments in time, captured, for ever, or at least until the power goes out, or the basement gets flooded (and ruins all your old photo books).

THE PORCUPINE TALKS TO ITSELF

Got in a nice six mile run up to the Appalcian Trail. One new trail took my upwards, and I just off onto another which promised me a spring, but it was not well traveled, so I got off course a bit. Thankfully I recently purchased the All Trails app, which set me straight.

I came out to this firebreak, as you can see above. It was quiet and still. Nothing rustling in the underbrush because, well… there was no underbrush.

As I was descneding from the 1000-ish feet I climbed, there he was, a prickley porcupine on the side of the trail. I stopped, and slowly made my way around them. In my youth I heard they can shoot their quills, but nothing of the sort happened. He just went about his business.

Then my pal Kato commented on my Note “‘The porcupine talks to himself.’ Bill Staines PLACE IN THE CHOIR,” so I did a search and found this video:

That about sums it up. This is the second porcupine I’ve seen on my adventures around the Appaclian Trail in the last few years, and really the porcupine just talks to itself. It paid me zero mind. Didn’t scatter off. Wasn’t spooked. Just kept talking to itself and I made my way around him and continued on my run.