life in tokyo

Japanese idols – my advice for the ‘girl next door’

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
life in tokyo

making my morning make sense

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
life in tokyo

refined sugar, banished

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