So it's been a little while since I've done a good life project riff and we've slowly been

shifting the schedule around.

You probably noticed it so that we're doing actually fewer episodes and now we're going

to make that final shift and this is in response to a survey that we gave to you guys a couple

months back where you said, hey, this is what we really want.

So we're going to move over to a once a week format with a riff and a once a week with

a long foreign conversation and that's going to keep rolling as of today.

Today's riff is entitled, you're never too good to ask for help and it unfolds and

for acts at one stripped bare.

So I'm standing in the middle of Michael Ports, pretty cavernous living room in New

Hope, Pennsylvania with vaulted ceilings and a towering wall of windows open to the

woods behind it.

And Port is in his typical jeans and black t-shirt and he's sitting in a chair, silhouetted

against the glass, glasses on and facing in.

I am in no uncertain terms completely and utterly on display, which is also exactly where I've

asked to be with great unease.

He watches my every move, listens to my every word, notepad in his lap, observing and

scribbling and I flail about and I'm fumbling for words, awkwardly moving, working,

desperately to maintain even a modicum of respect and he stoffs me over and over and over

and over.

Look out, not down, don't move unless you have a reason, stay here for just a moment

longer than move slowly, stage or kitchen right.

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