Having once been in an alternative pop branch of the entertainment business in Japan, I still follow the business news, and I had a mildly disgusted reaction to a Nikkei Asian Review article about Japanese idols:
The captivating ‘girl next door’
Mild because, well, who am I to tell these young ladies and gentlemen that what they’re doing isn’t admirable, that their fans are misguided, pathetic and sometimes creepy, and that their management are exploiting them to gain power.
I struggle with trying to be fair here. None of these people give a damn about my opinion – most of them probably don’t even read English. So the likelihood of inspiring anyone to break free of the system is nil.
But it galls me nonetheless.
I admit that I am a music snob, and that Japanese idols’ ‘art’ is one of the issues. The vapid, soulless pop, awkward dopey dance moves and overall superficiality are hard to take.
Yeah, I know, I don’t have to pay attention. But I’m thinking out loud about why I have such disdain for the whole enterprise. As above, it’s not just the music.
Being inconsistent is my main morning habit.
But I know I can do better, and I want to. Got a few key projects bubbling, and I intend to bring them to a boil. That means doing little planned things every day, instead of the big world-changing revelations that my ego believes it requires. Since I know planning is a big percentage of the battle, I’m planning, then doing. Little bit of planning, like setting up my browser-based online courses so it’s easy to roll out of bed and use them. Little bit of doing, studying in concentrated bites, rather than going for long sections of time, and failing. Little bit of planning, like figuring out the chicken and tofu and veggies for my crockpot, then preparing to grab them and go. Little big of doing, like, um, grabbing and going 🙂
How will I know it’s working? If I actually publish more, because I’m making more and so have more to publish.
On Thursday January 7, I just said no to refined sugar. No cookies, candies, etc. Soft drinks aren’t a problem for me. Sugar addiction and emotional eating are.
I was feeling sick and awful. Bloated, in pain. Rampant asthma. Out of control. Stupid and sad. Not the good kind of older.
My asthma (should say ‘the asthma’-I don’t want to own it) was bad enough that I took off from work.
When I made the decision last Friday, there was no blinding light. I always know what’s best for my body, because I live with the results. It’s doing the right thing that has been so hard.
I haven’t precluded all processed foods; I allow myself honey in my Greek yogurt, maple syrup in my morning Nutrbullet shake. But that’s it.
The Nutribullet breakfast has been hard to arrange every morning, but I’m getting there. Thanks to the crockpot, rice cooker and convection oven, lunch and dinner are super easy: quinoa in the rice cooker, chicken breasts with veggies in the crockpot , and roast veggies in the oven. I’m working on packaging up all the lunches at once, so it’s grab and go.
Now to better incorporate yoga/Pilates and weights into my schedule.
I also started using RescueTime and Chronos to help track my time.
Speaking of which, time to head out into the day and get things done. My kind of snow day 🙂