A lovely upheaval of schedule
The August freebie brings along an email sequence change
Near the conclusion of Body High 7, I mentioned starting a cayenne pepper and lemon cleanse on Friday. The experience is part of a birthday week reboot and has been clarifying, especially in defining actual hunger. A mild do-over, in terms of intention, the cleanse is invading my whole life.
This reset has me writing a longhand draft of an article that I hope to finish this week. When I decided to take a break from eating, I hadn’t seen actual paper and graphite charging back into my life.
The broader reset impact is touched on in this TikTok.
The brief video also shows some of the low-resistance weights that are becoming part of my fitness evolution. The Greenfield machines of Echo Park still don’t feel normal. If I’m still using them by Labor Day, the machines will have won me over.
Finally, conveyed in the short clip is that West Coast Sojourn schedule gets a jostling this week as our second stab at First of the Month Free Stuff hits your mailboxes. To make space for this podcast furloughed from behind its paywall, Body High will be published on Wednesday.
Among the last things I want to give you is mailbox clutter.
The podcast episode that will be free from August 1-8 features Kaisha-Dyan McMillan, who teaches about cannabis and tells honest stories through advertising. This is one of my favorite podcast installments because—as I explain in the following TikTok—advertising has felt like an adversary through much of my past.
KDM got me open to listening, and when that happens the podcast is at its best. For me, falling into sychophancy is easy. I can fall into raining praise and easy questions on my guests. As election season gets closer and the slate of guests features more controversy, that challenge aspect of my interview technique will be more of a go-to move.
The newsletter is always on Friday. I want you to weekend well.
Hustlin’ backwards?
The story I’m writing first in longhand is being written for a cash infusion. You might know the old saying that’s attributed to Molière: “Writing is a little bit like prostitution. First you do it for love. Then you do it for a few friends. Then you do it for money.”
Days come and go in which it seems I got the order of progression wrong, somehow.