tokyoliving123

Tokyoliving aka Allen. Minnesotan living in Tokyo for a long time. Avid cyclist, writer, day job university teacher. Twitter – SkoogInJapan

I’ve been part of what most of you don’t know as the CBC, aka Content Builders Club. A very small group of 42, wait now 41 dedicated Coil bloggers. Of those I’d say maybe 15 were actively communicating with one another in this telegram group created by Coil regular contributor Ken Melendez.

Ken’s vision, to create group for dedicated coil bloggers to support and motivate one another. I’d say it has been successful and will continue to be for those that need it.

The group members vary in talent from actual writers to those learning to write and finding their voice. The blog posts range in topics from XRP to how to bake pies and everything in between.

As a writer at heart I found the group initially beneficial in its original intention, until it wasn’t.

I recently wrote a post titled “I Don't Like Mondays!” In the post I write about quitting two jobs. One reason, if I ever found myself complaining whether outwardly to others or in my own head for extended periods of time it was time to move on.

Well this started happening with the CBC group and Coil.

The internal dialogue was not loud, but did become clear over time. What was clear? I found myself in bubbles. Yes I meant plural S bubbles. (It's all connected – See post titled “Bubbles”)

First, the crypto bubble we all live in hoping for riches. There's the XRP bubble hoping against hope for our crypto to be the “one” to make us those riches. Along comes the tinier Coil bubble offering up even more of a chance at adding to our riches by writing and getting paid in crypto, and looky here in XRP at that! And finally the smallest of them all, the CBC bubble.

It's not you, it's me.

It’s become too confining to live within such constraints living post by post in hopes of increased upvotes so that next months boost payout is even larger. Then when the payout day arrives CBC group members compare one another's payouts. Some happy others confused or I suspect silently jealous, maybe even downright angry. I’ve been grateful no matter what.

If any of you are part of other writing groups you know what a challenge it is to make money. Better yet, google search – “How many bloggers are there in the world” and this will put it all in perspective as to how fortunate you are to even get paid given your range of abilities.

The clincher for bowing out of the CBC group was after a tweeted link by ironically a non-CBC member, but Coil blogger. He raised some good points, which I will not go into details. It doesn’t matter everyone has their own opinions. What really stood out for me was the list of top payouts. Why? Because I came to the conclusion that Coil is all predicated on upvotes and is nothing more than a popularity contest, at least for the time being. Sure I’d say quality counts, but not as much as those coveted upvotes, whether talented or not.

Back to those bubbles. I don’t want to continue living in bubbles any longer. I am a writer at heart and all this is simply confining and time consuming. Being a part of the CBC group has been enjoyable getting to know you all.

In an odd twist, besides the tweet it was the corona virus sweeping across the world as I type that also played a role in bursting those bubbles.

I realized in this very short time we have on earth, it is not worth getting caught up in the pettiness of words like:

Crypto

XRP

Coil

Upvotes

Boost Payouts

Web Monetization

The list could go on, but you get the picture.

I will continue to post on Coil and show support with the ever coveted upvotes to those I feel are worthy having put in the time and effort. You know who you are.

From now on I will care a lot less about whether coil is going to change the world, how many upvotes I receive or how much my next boost payment will be.

I’d prefer to just write.

Sayonara CBC it was fun while it lasted!

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Update Japan – 2.27.2020

A few COIL'ers have been posting updates on the Corona Virus now named COVID-19. This does raise the question why change the name? Is it because by calling it Corona people are getting confused with the beer? Did the company really lobby for changing the name? So the story goes.

All joking aside, I can say with certainty S%$t got real here in Japan. While there are confirmed cases all across the country, some stemming from the original group on the cruise ship, there are also cases that are unrelated.

While the number has not risen dramatically here, there is a sense that it will. And so it was announced today by Prime Minister Abe that beginning this Monday, March 3rd all elementary, junior and senior high schools countrywide will be closed through spring break.

As you may not know, Japan's school year is different than most. The school year ends at the end of March with the new school year beginning in April. So essentially, the last day of school will be tomorrow. That is Friday, February 28th. And looks like it will not resume until the new school year begins in April.

In my opinion, Japan has been slow to deal with this and made some not so intelligent moves. The most recent was letting some 14 people off the ship having not been re-tested, only to find out at least one became infected off the ship. They are now starting to make the right moves and pre-empt the spread starting with school closings and suggesting that companies begin to allow their employees to work from home.

Stay tuned for more updates from Japan.

I would first like to thank the academy for this award. I am humbled and honored to have been both nominated and chosen for ...

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Let the fun begin.

A big Aree Ga Toe (thank you) goes out to RileyQ for starting this fun, no longer little, challenge (Look at that growing list at the bottom). And a hearty Arigatou Gozaimasu (same meaning for the most part as above) to the crusader Steven aka vengefulseven for passing the baton.

Now I have to be honest with you before moving on. Originally, had I been chosen, my first inclination, drop the baton and say no!

I am not one to do these kinds of things and prefer to remain somewhat anonymous and behind the scenes.

As the challenge progressed and I started reading the intimate details of some of the members that I have already gotten to know, I thought just maybe this might be interesting to participate in.

The clincher was looking at the over 120 plus blog posts I have written on COIL. I was hardly behind the scenes and anonymous. I have been putting my ass out there nearly everyday for almost six months. Who was I fooling? That's just downright delusional.

Without further adieu I answer these questions as put forth by the vengeful007 and crusader for health, care.

1.) What made you leave the United States for Japan? Did you have issues with the US, or was it simply a love of Japanese culture.

This is a great question and one I have been asked many times, but not in this way.

The answer is both plus one. Before moving to Japan, Georgie Bush Jr. was president, the US was involved in the Iraq war, I had experienced 9/11 and the mood was hyper-patriotic fueled by the delusional mainstream media and the antics of the Bush war marketing machine taking to the airwaves and exploiting the mood. It was everywhere and I didn't like it. I was finishing my International Relations undergrad degree at the University of Minnesota with an emphasis on the Middle East and Japanese language. An odd combo I know.

It was witnessing 9/11 firsthand that influenced my choice to focus on the Middle East. I wanted to know the US historical involvement that led up to that fateful day. I took a very different tact and a road less traveled in my final research paper. It was during all the research and writing that I came to the conclusion that I did not want to live in a country that promotes war as an answer. On top of that, Bush had been reelected for another term.

I had already been interested in Japanese culture while living in NYC. Not pop culture, rather I was introduced to Buddhism, specifically Soto Zen with a focus on meditation. This opened the doors to other areas of Japanese culture and trips to Japan. It was during those first few trips that I thought maybe this could be my new home someday.

Fast forward I met my now wife (Japanese) while I was finishing up my International Relations degree. We long distance dated (Tokyo <> Minneapolis) for two years. Then we decided that I move to Japan.

The short answer – A self-imposed political refugee during the Bush era presidency. Interest in Japanese culture. And love.

2.) What aspects of Japanese culture do you believe Americans could benefit from adopting, and vice versa.

Wow another great question and one I have been spending over two years writing about in my yet-to-be-released book titled, (Insert shameless plug now) “10,000 Lakes to the Rising Sun.” (10KLRS)

Having lived in Japan for over twelve years I have had to confront, and in many cases transcend a myriad of personal and cultural issues. Everything from my own narcissism, a trait of every American, whether they admit it or not, to child rearing expectations. I could write a book about it right here, wait I am, so I will choose one that stands out and that many I hope can relate to.

The American myth of “Pull yourself up by your bootstraps,” Rugged individualism,” and “I can be anything I want to be,” plagues just about every aspect of culture. From foreign policy decisions down to to the individual and everything in-between.

In Japan, it is the polar opposite. This is a group mentality society and an inherent foundation in all aspects of the culture. It is what makes the country “Civilized.” Everyone takes care of everyone else. Doing a good job matters. Go to any restaurant and you get top service and no tipping. Service is not predicated on a tip. Doing a good job for the sake of one another is what matters.

Leave a wallet or purse on the train, chances are it will either be waiting for you at the next station or you might get a call from someone telling you they found it. Low crime, no guns and you can walk anywhere at night without having to worry. Health care is socialized and available for all, just to name a few of the many traits that make a civilization civilized.

Now that mentality is not without its issues. They are slow to make decisions and change. Nobody wants to speak out. Critical thinking is a rarity. And leadership is minimal at best.

I think from living in both cultures, if there were a country that had some middle ground between these two countries it would be utopia.

For now, I prefer Japan to be home.

3.) When we first spoke a long ways back, you mentioned you were in the process of editing a book. What inspired you to take on the daunting task of writing a full book?

Inspiration came from high ocular eye pressure and one sentence.

For over six years I have had high ocular pressure in my right eye. The doctor had been keeping it at bay with eye drops. They stopped working and the pressure increased. If it continued, I would either go blind or have limited sight. The doc recommended surgery. Weighing the options, blindess or not, it was a no-brainer, no-eyer actually.

The last and only surgery I had was thirty plus years ago on my knee, and that was in the US. Surgery in Japan had me a little worried. Not that they lack top notch healthcare, what had me worried is the second word in healthcare – care. In Japan they care about your well-being. Consequently, they want to make sure everything is alright. What does this mean you might ask? Well for just about any form of surgery, except the big ones, you are required to remain in the hospital for a week. Eye surgery a week. Knee surgery, a week. Giving birth, a week.

I freaked out. Not by the surgery, rather by remaining motionless in a hospital bed for a week. I am not the idle type of guy. What the hell am I going to do? The answer came from a friend. Explaining my dilmena, he replied in “the” one sentence, “Why don't you do something you have always wanted to do and have not done yet.” Racking my brain, the only thing I came up with initially was to ride my bike from Tokyo to Mt. Fuji. Can't do that in a hospital bed now can I? Then one night before falling asleep it hit me! “Write.” I have always loved to write. My Father was a writer. I wrote a screenplay. I wrote a hell of a lot of research papers, both undergrad and graduate.

After the surgery, a success by the way, the following day lying in my hospital bed in a room shared with three others, (Curtains provided privacy) I took out my computer, opened up Microsoft word and began to write. The first topic (write from experience and knowledge) was the experience leading up to the surgery, and life in the hospital titled, “General Hospital Life.” I spent the next few days writing that story, editing and re-editing until it felt right, which coincidentally was timed with my early discharge. (4 days not 7).

Once home, I wanted someone to read the story so I sent it to my former acting teacher now teaching in Beverly Hills. I always trusted her opinions on my acting, why not writing. I emailed it and her reply, “I will read it and get back to you.” A few days passed and she sent me a long text basically saying, “This is so great. I was laughing all the way throughout. You remind me of so and so the playwright ...” I was taken back by such praise. I had no idea what to expect, but this was enough for me to keep on writing and I did. I continued to write stories about my life experiences. Then something happened, I got in what I call the “River of Creativity,” and have been riding it ever since.

Nearly two years, turns out I had a lot inside to get out and say, which culminated in 100,000 plus words. Edited by my editor I am nearly halfway done with revisions.

The COIL and CBC community members will be the first to know when the book is ready for public viewing and published. Stay tuned!

4.) I saw a few posts about your family and your son recently (beautiful family, by the way). As parents, we always want to impart whatever lessons we can before our time comes. What is the one thing you hope your son learns from you above all else?

Think of others along with himself (the middle way).

Thank you for reading. It was a joy to answer such thought-provoking questions from Mr. Vengefulseven.

If you are unfamiliar with the Challenge here are the rules.

I would like to pass the torch on to none other than, drum roll ...

MACROPOLO!

If you so choose to accept this mission, here are your four questions.

1.) Your COIL handle is Macropolo a play on Marco Polo. Where is the one place you would like to travel to and why?

2.) A number of posts on COIL are about gaming. Describe your ultimate game that has yet to be made.

3.) You posted a blog titled “Would you keep a promise if it meant losing power?” If you were prime minister how would you answer this question?

4.) You have run the gamut of very interesting topics having written about politics, sharing economy and media to name a few. Clearly you think a lot about the what is going in the world. (As do I) How do you realistically envision the future?

The following are Coil Bloggers that have participated in the challenge!

Riley Q.

Patricia C.

Adam Waring – Aussie Ninja

Patricia B.

Dani Torres

NickelNDime

Seth Stanley

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Michael B.

Randal C – Crypto Pilot

Ramon Ramentol – Moncho

Niels

Srdan Vocanec

Michele Lancia

Sandra Scala – The Mind, Untangled.

Christian Rizea – @dr_chris10

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Tokyoliving – Allen

After the last blog post about disliking Mondays, someone tweeted back the question, “What do you think it would have been like had you stayed at your job?” This person was referring to the ad agency job, but it could have easily been the first job I quit after being lured away from a competitor for money.

Because I was in my 20s and naive, I will give myself a little leeway and know that was all part of life experience. Knowing that, let’s go back to the original question posed in relation to the ad agency job that I quit. This is a good exercise in writing, “What if …?” Even as I read that question the first time on twitter a flood of ideas came forth. So without further adieu “What if I had stayed at the ad agency in New York City?”

Before you continuing on I encourage you to read up on my previous post so you can understand the context – “I Don't Like Mondays

As Director of Operations, let’s begin with the fact that I had already laid off at least three of my colleagues in the first week thanks to the internet bubble bursting. Each week I was given a spreadsheet with co-workers names and salaries. At the bottom was a number I had to hit, as in adding up the salaries of however many it took to hit that number. That number coincided with the employees to be laid off. The first week was easy, three. With each subsequent week it got more and more difficult as that number total was rising, so too were the number of layoffs. It would have taken a toll on my feelings each time calling my friends into the office only to tell them they were being laid off.

I was truly the messenger, but it did not matter to them in their eyes I was management. This despite the fact that I was one of them for most of my tenure at the agency. I had only been in the director position for less than six months. So had I stayed on I would have laid off countless number of employees. Some taking better than others, with many taking it personally and no longer my friends.

I can also imagine that for a job well done in the end after hitting those weekly numbers, I would have received a bonus. I would have seen that bonus in relation to the salaries of my colleagues I had laid off and felt worse. How do you justify a bonus for laying off friends? Money does not buy happiness. At least not for this guy.

I am sure in the end I would have stayed on at the soul-sucking company and continued working in a corporation doing what employees do best, passing the buck, playing politics, attending long boring endless meetings and going on occasional trips to meet with other directors at various sexy locations, the last one, having been Mandalay Bay, Las Vegas. Fun? No! It’s all a game as far as I was concerned.

Had I stayed in the position at the ad agency that would have meant I would continue living in New York City. Up to this point it was eight years. That is a long time in one place for me. The longest to date, with the exception of Tokyo now.

I had a great studio apartment in the West Village (Greenwich Village) paying a relatively reasonable monthly rent. I would have certainly remained in that place. The thing is, a year before 9/11 happened, which I had witnessed, my Father passed away and I was newly married. Talk about the spectrum of experience.

My wife and I at the time were living separately and planning on moving into our own place together. The problem, my attitude about work life was carrying over into life life. How can it not. Work consumes so much of our thinking that it becomes habitual once you walk out that door and into “the real world.” At least for me it did. Take all of that had happened, mix it up and I was a swirling mess of a New Yorker. And do you know what New Yorkers do when a swirling mess? Find a therapist that’s what!

I am sure I would have found an overpriced therapist whose main goal was to get me to talk and rehash over events beginning from my earliest childhood. That would have been the first sixty minute session. Then the following sessions for the next, I don’t know many years, we would continue to talk in chronological order with him probing me, verbally that is, by asking how I felt about such and such and so and so, all the while ponying up $150/hour, and making little to no headway whatsoever. But hey, at least I would be covering the costs for his kin to attend university.

In the end, I am sure I would have been forced out of my rent cheap apartment because of gentrification. Not able to afford rent in Manhattan I'd be forced to move to Queens. Brooklyn by that time would have been way out of my price range.

Living in Queens and commuting to and from work on the subway each and everyday would grind me down over time and in the end I would have divorced my wife, moved back to my hometown, finished an undergraduate degree at the University of Minnesota, met my now wife and moved to Japan.

Same journey just a longer time to get there.

I am glad that this is a “What if ...” scenario and not reality. I’m breaking out in hives just writing about it.

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Really? I do.

Monday, Saturday, Wednesday, any day it makes no difference to me I like em all!

Actually, today is Saturday and I’m going to simply start writing on this day and see where it takes me.

I never really get why people get so excited when Friday rolls around. I get that it's the weekend and no work for the the next two days for most people. Why get so excited about it? What do you do on weekends? Relax? Work more in a different way? Party hard because it’s Friday night and the next two days you get to recover? I guess everyone has their reasons for being so excited about Fridays.

Let me pose this to you. Why judge one day any different from the next? What if it were all simply a change of attitude and perspective? Why not change your thinking from TGIF to TGIM – Thank God It’s Monday! That way you are looking forward to the work day and don’t have to think about Friday or even Wednesday as being halfway to Friday known as hump day.

What if you changed hump day to Thursday, halfway to Monday? I think it just might change your attitude.

To be honest I never really dreaded Mondays. I know many do. Is it because you don't like your job? And because you don’t like your job the only solace is looking forward to Friday knowing the next two days after are not working days. Then it's the dreaded Monday again and the cycle continues.

I don’t recall where this ever came from, but part of my personal philosophy has been, “If I don’t like my job I will quit and find a new one.” What I mean by this statement is that life is short with a large percentage of that life taken up by work. If I ever found myself complaining more about my job than not, that is 50% more on a regular basis I quit. I bet you’re thinking, “He’s never done that!” Well you'd be wrong. I have and did, twice!

The first time was in my late 20s working in sales. At the time I was hired away by a competitor. I was happy at the original company, but they dangled a larger salary carrot in front of me, and being in my 20s, naive and “wet behind the ears,” I took it not giving any thought to the type of company atmosphere. Pure unadulterated greed drove me to accept the job. Miserable, I found myself complaining and getting caught up in petty arguments with other company members. I quit within a year.

The second time I was working at an ad agency in NYC. This time in my late 30s and well-seasoned. I had worked my way up from Production Manager to Director of Operations managing a department of around twenty-five designers, copywriters and programmers. It was during the internet bubble and the money and perks were great! Like all bubbles it burst.

We hung on doing our best to maintain morale for the teams. The atmosphere became more and more difficult. As the director it was my duty to layoff my friends and colleagues one by one as budgets got tighter and tighter. I found myself becoming more and more despondent.

Then one Sunday afternoon I read a piece in the New York Times about the top 25 companies with the largest stock price drop due to the internet bubble bursting. Our ad agency was on that list. The article went on to display the CEOs salaries. Despite the massive drop in stock price our CEO was still paid an incredible salary. And yet I was laying off my colleagues. That was the last straw.

The following day I went up to my boss and asked her if I could be laid off. With a “don’t think anyone has ever asked to be laid off look,” agreed. I received severance, health insurance and uncontested unemployment insurance for a year.

It was the best thing I had ever done. If it wasn’t for my personal philosophy I would have stuck it out at one or both of those companies and continued to be miserable for a very long time.

After getting laid off at the ad agency I moved back to my hometown of Minneapolis, lived off my unemployment insurance while completing an unfinished undergraduate degree with a focus on Japanese language. During that time I ended up meeting my now Japanese wife. And well, the rest is history as I write this blog from Tokyo, Japan.

Next time you’re looking forward to Friday or hump day and not Monday, ask yourself why. You never know what you might find.

Or do for that matter.

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I love music. It has been an integral part of my life since as long as I can remember. The earliest memories are of my Dad putting on records of John Denver’s “Take me home” or Gordon Lightfoot‘s “Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.”

Entering my teens and all that goes with that, angst, hormones and rebellion, punk rock became my beacon of no hope fueling the feelings that were raging inside.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aiCTq_AHcqw

Nowadays, I have a very eclectic taste. I choose music that represents my mood on any given day. Music and lyrics inspire me. It doesn’t matter the mood I choose music to match it. Or, if I am in a funk, I choose music to get me to a mood I would rather be in.

These days I am listening to an upbeat ska punk group that fits my energetic view of life. I am leading the most interesting period of my life right now. Rich and full of possibilities. Turn the corner and you never know. Open a door and you never know. Go somewhere and you never know. That’s it! You never know.

The less control the more richness of life. Shutting down parts of my being, I short change the ability to fully engage. There are days where I feel it bubbling to the surface ready to burst. It is those times when I I want to scream to the world thank you for it all! Crazy? Indulgent? I think not as long as it comes out in words and actions in the spirit that serves others.

Don't get me wrong, I am not painting a rosy picture. When I speak of richness I am speaking of it all. I have posted this before, but worth posting again. It is the poem by Rilke at the end of the film Jo Jo Rabbit.

Go to the Limits of Your Longing

Let everything happen to you

Beauty and Terror

Just keep going

No feeling is final

In my middle age I still want to put up the good fight. This time with words challenging the status quo and people’s notions of what they think. Only this time around a softer gentler approach, not going for the throat. This is something I have learned living in Japan. There is power in the subtle, nuance and details.

Time to deepen after having spent time on a plateau and getting my bearings. Letting what is there be there with acceptance, love and a modicum of grace. The fight is no longer on the inside, it's out there!

I love with this band with their poignant, timely protest lyrics.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7Ol-YDS4Jc

Write

To the point

Tight

Clear

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Context is Everything!

What if I were standing on a peaceful Tokyo mid-morning train, rush hour long over, a rare time to enjoy American sized personal space. Listening to my favorite punk/ska band, “The Interrupters,” I am lost in the music with a female Joan Jett-like singer of poignant protest lyrics, “What’s your plan for tomorrow, are you a leader or will you follow, are you a fighter or will you cowl.” I am suddenly startled into reality when an impeccably dressed black man wearing the whitest mask covering most of his face except eyes and forehead invades my personal space. A quick glance I do nothing. I feel his presence even closer. I dare not look.

Without warning he sticks something into the side of my stomach and says, “Stick em up!” Surprised by such a daring act, I look over and see the finer details of the would be robber dressed in a blue blazer, Republican red tie framed by a blindingly white shirt that happens to match his mask made even whiter by the darkness of his skin. He is staring right at me. What is happening? This is not registering. How can it be that I am getting robbed by a well-dressed black man on a Tokyo train in broad daylight? Japan is a safe country with one of the lowest crimes anywhere in the world.

A vivid imagination? Not for me. This actually happened on Tuesday, February 18th 2020. In this day and age who would have thought the words “Stick em up” would ever be uttered in public. Well dear readers context is everything. It turns out all of it was true except for one piece of information I left out, the well-dressed “Robber” was my friend and former colleague. He was playing a joke. And what a joke it was.

As soon as I recognized him, somehow his eyes and forehead looked familiar, I took out my earphones and said to him, “That was wrong on so many levels.” That was all it took for our boisterous laughter to overtake the silent train. I mean we didn’t just laugh and stop. When the laughter was about to subside, I would repeat the phrase “Stick em up,” and the laughter intensified. Then it was his turn, “Stick em up!” This ebbing and flowing went on for a good two minutes. I imagine everyone on the train was thinking, “These two foreigners have lost their minds.

After the laughter died down I looked at him and said, “That was the funniest thing I have heard in a long time. Can I use this for my blog site?” To which he replied, “Of course.” We went on to small talk, getting caught up on our lives and making plans to meet before getting off at our respective stops.

After parting ways and walking to my appointment I thought about what had happened. And every time I replayed it in my mind I laughed out loud. I am still laughing as I write this now in the evening. As you may know from previous blogs, my process is to pose questions and let the words flow. So, “How can I use this in my blog? What is this all about?” Then it occurred to me, context is truly everything!

Let’s unpack this for a few sentences. If you think about it, my reply “This is wrong on so many levels,” I was referring to racism in America. A black man robbing a white man. The fact that it was a joke initiated by him, makes it humorous, and we are in Japan, where the history of African Americans is quite different. Imagine wearing a white mask on a New York City subway saying those exact words, “Stick em up!”

Back to Japan. As you know unless you are still under a rock, there is the Corona Virus. If the media had its way, affecting everyone on the planet. While Japan has one of the largest number of infected after China, it has caused a panic with a run on the sales of white surgical masks, the same mask worn by my robber-friend. Just about every store I have been to in Tokyo is out of masks.

What most people don’t know about Japan, it is a country of masked avengers. Everyone wears masks, whether cold or flu season or simply as a protection against pollen allergies, which seem to be year round. Thanks to the Corona scare, everyone, foreigners including my friend who stuck me up are wearing masks.

So if you are ever in Tokyo and you see a well-dressed black man wearing a white surgical mask, chances are he is my friend and you will not get robbed.

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Did I get your attention? Don't worry this is not a cheap ploy. Okay, maybe it is. But there is a legitimate reason why I wanted to get your attention, and you'll learn why if you read on.

What this post is not is a detailed review of all the movies I have seen that were up for awards this year. All of them very good for different reasons.

Tarantino’s Once Upon a Time in Hollywood taking liberty rewriting a storyline and paying homage to a period of time in Hollywood.

1917, every award season needs a war picture.

Parasite from the director whose work I have been following for a number of years, Bong Joon-ho with its strong message about the haves and have-nots among other things was brilliantly done.

The character study of the Joker and the strong message about society was powerful.

The Irishman, same old same old, emphasis on old.

There is one film I want to focus on which for some reason or another was overshadowed titled, JoJo Rabbit, by the brilliant director Taika Waititi. Why this film didn’t receive top awards and accolades is beyond me.

This was a pitch perfect artistic film that tackled a dark subject with nuance and humor. I loved this film so much I saw it twice, something I rarely ever do and a testament to its brilliance. While there are many incredible scenes in the movie I want to focus on one, the beginning.

I am a believer that no matter what artistic medium you are involved in, if you don’t grab your audience in the first few moments you will struggle to get them later. I first learned this from a New York City acting teacher who said, “The moment you step out on that stage is the moment it all starts. You better be present and prepared to grab your audience.” I would add, this is true of all art, writing included. It can start with the opening line or better yet title. (See my title again)

A painting needs to grab you from the first look. Recently, I read a New York Times article about a famous artist I had never heard of. Part of it is that I do not pay attention so much to the art world. His name, Anselm Kiefer, known as the “Greatest Living Artist.” First thought, “That’s quite a title to be given,” followed by, “Boy am I out of the loop.”

Reading the piece on this artist was fascinating. I am always curious to learn what makes a great living artists. What really caught my eye, and this is going back to what I said about grabbing your audience in the first few moments, the power of a painting he did in 2006 titled “Schwarze Flacken” or “Black Flakes.”

The energy emanating from the painting, the darkness, and flood of images that flashed through my mind was incredible. Now I understood why he may be the greatest living artist.

“Black Flakes” 2006

Getting back to the director Waititi and the opening of JoJo Rabbit. Let me describe it for you, keeping in mind that words and imagery are a different experience when compared to seeing the film. I suggest you see it.

Opening scene, we hear an iconic melody. The singing begins, but the words aren't in English. The song? “ I Want to Hold Your Hand,” by The Beatles, in German!

Cut to screaming fans.

Followed by a seamless cut and shot of Hitler addressing his adoring fans at a youth rally while The Beatles song plays in the background.

Cut back to Beatlemania. By the way, we never actually see The Beatles, only hear the German version of the song.

Final cut to a massivey Hitler rally.

Returning to my point about grabbing the attention of the viewer, this was the best I'd ever experienced. Think about it, one of the most popular rock bands in the world espousing love contrasted with the complete opposite end of the spectrum and evil and darkness personified. Yet both revered by many. What a powerful opening statement.

This director created the perfect film balancing dark and light, humor and drama, love and hate all beautifully done with storytelling and cinematography. This is risk taking at its best.

The question I have, “How does one pitch a movie idea like this to investors and movie producers?” I can see it now sitting in a corporate meeting room with the director describing his vision of the opening scene I have described above. Who in their right mind would be open to investing in a story-line that opens with The Beatles and Hitler, both solidified in history for very different reasons.

Brilliant!

I am inspired whenever I see a film such as this, or a painting or a good piece of writing, hell any good art. What I am drawn to is risk- taking and true creativity.

Living in Japan for as long as I have my attention to details has become refined. It is all in the details. And what I am finding as a writer, the pursuit lies in perfecting the way in which I write about details. There is power in the subtle, in the nuanced way to describe something. To be able to connect and go deeper in ways that are universal and portrayed from a unique perspective, pushing the limits and taking risks is what it is all about.

This is what the director of JoJo Rabbit has achieved and what I aspire to.

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... Luke!

Today is my son’s tenth birthday. I cannot believe it! It's gone by so fast. Is it because we had our son later in life? My wife and I were in our mid 40s. And because of that, it feels faster? While I cannot compare having a child in my 20s or 30s, I can say it definitely has gone fast.

I am fond of saying, “Every year my son gets older, I get old.” Don’t worry that doesn’t bother me in the least. I am loving “mid-life fathering.” In fact, I cannot imagine it any other way. Being way too selfish and caught up in my own “stuff,” there is no way in hell I would have been ready. It wasn’t until I got all of what I wanted to do out of the way and setting down roots, in of all places Japan, that I was ready to have a child. I cannot speak for my wife, but I think she feels the same way.

Of course carrying a watermelon size package inside you for nine months and then figuring how to get it out in the light of day is a helluva lot more work for my wife than me. Add to that all kinds of worries and potential complications carrying and giving birth at forty-five, I will forever be grateful to her.

Presenting to the world ten years ago today, February 15th at 9:46 in the morning, (six minutes from the time I am writing this) a beautiful boy we named Luke. Naming this bundle of joy came easy. Even though my wife is Japanese, thinking she would prefer a traditional Japanese first name, she came up with Luke. My contribution? If it were a girl we would have called her “Lilly.”

This feller changed our lives forever in more ways than I could have imagined. All of it amazing, some of it without its challenges. Confronting my own cultural expectations and child-rearing based on my own experiences being raised in a culturally different place than Japan made for a trying first few years. All sorted out, I am a better person for it.

There are many unforeseen gifts Luke has given along the way. Unconditional love being at the top. We don’t have to be doing anything in particular when we are together. I just enjoy being in his presence. Although we do many things together, lately skiing, dual masters card games, monopoly or just hanging out watching YouTube episodes of “Dude Perfect.”

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCRijo3ddMTht_IHyNSNXpNQ

He is coming into his own as an individual with a character not unlike his father, sorry mom, he may be a handful in his teens. I am looking forward to seeing how it all manifests for him in the future.

Living in Japan can be a challenge if you are not willing to learn the language and pay attention and adjust to the social mores. For many it can be a very lonely isolating place as a foreigner. Luke coming into my world has had the opposite affect by expanding it. With his interest in soccer I took to co-coaching his team for a few years and have become friends with many of his teammate’s parents. It’s not uncommon while walking down the street in our neighborhood when off in the distance I will hear a “Ohayo gozaimasu Aren coachi” translated as, “Good morning coach Allen.” No longer coaching I am still coach.

I feel a part of the community in a culture where many people feel it is closed off to foreigners. I can only hope to give back even a little of what Luke has given me when he made his presence in this world ten years ago today.

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As some of you may know by now I get my inspiration from anywhere. This means I can never run out of things to write about. I hope.

Waking up this morning, as I usually do and sure most of you as well, with the first morning coffee in hand, I glanced over my SNS feed. Most of the time nothing ever really catches my eye and I move on to reading a bit of the news. Today in the Facebook feed something grabbed my attention. It was a comment underneath a Facebook post.

You may be aware that these days Facebook is popular among the old(er) crowd posting photos of food and family, recent vacations or simply funny quips from the internet. The one that caught my attention falls under the vacations heading.

I am from Minnesota, and Minnesota winters can be brutally cold with a ton of snow. Many stay indoors during the winter months waiting for spring to arrive. Over time cabin fever sets in and they either get out of the house or go crazy. There is a swath of the Minnesota population like myself that takes winter head on by participating in winter sports such as skiing, skating and broomball. (Learn about broomball here)

The other swath would rather not deal with potential frostbite and the loss of fingers and toes so they head south to a warmer climate. We call them snowbirds. The comment that caught my attention this morning came from a snowbird who had gone south for the winter. South, as in south of the border to Mexico. I love Mexico and have spent a lot of time both sober and not. I don’t recommend not being sober in Tijuana. A story for another time.

This Minnesota snowbird was clearly in a resort town along the ocean as evidenced by the beautiful deep blue ocean beach pictures he posted. Along with the accompanying photos, he had simply written.“Enjoying vacation in Mexico.”

This is not what caught eye. I know we all like to make comments underneath the postings and this was no exception, 25+ at last count. Most likely all from Minnesotans from what I could tell with comments like, “looks beautiful,” “I want to go there,” “I remember going there,” etc.

Scrolling down near the bottom I noticed a comment from the original poster which went something like this, “I am enjoying a part of the world not yet ruined by US influence, there is a community of expats here that are enjoying the richness of the Mexican culture, with a strong revolutionary attitude, something we need in my country as it has fallen in disarray.” He goes on to say, “With the time I have left on the planet, I want to better myself, fight the good fight for justice and not be tied to the outcome. All the intellectualism of the world won’t bring a solution. It was as John Lennon said all along, ‘All you need is love.’” How beautiful is that?

This comment got me to thinking just how caught up we all can be in our bubbles. Notice I did not write bubble? That’s right we have multiple bubbles in our lives that cut us off from fully experiencing what life has to offer. There are far too many bubbles to list, the obvious ones, religion and politics are the driving force behind the chasm between one another in the United States at this moment. But there are many more.

Bubbles are really anything that you are a part of that reinforces your ideas closing you off from other possibilities. We all do it. Maybe it is human nature I don’t know. What I do know is that people have substituted the word bubble with the words camp and tribe avoiding the reality that they are in a bubble.

What I found so amazing about his quoted comment above was his literal transformation as he wrote it. He simply had to get out of a bubble I call the “provincial bubble.” Provincial in this case means the area in which you live. This can be neighborhood, state or even country. He stepped out of all of the above and it unexpectedly opened his mind and heart. It’s as if he became enlightened in that instant. You could feel and experience his amazement and joy.

I bring this up not only for you to read and ponder, but also as a reminder to myself. I am prone to bubbles. I recall a time in a university writing course. The professor gave us an assignment to write about something that influenced our life. At the time (early 1980s) I was really into punk rock music. It was my life and fueled my anger and other darker parts of my life at the time.

I wrote the paper with such conviction laying out reasons why corporations and governments are evil and it was only punk rock that could call out truth power and take it on. (Yes I was 20 and naïve at the time). Handing in the paper with a smile and job well done knowing that the assignment turned manifesto will convince the professor to listen to punk rock and fight the power alongside us.

The following week he handed back our papers. Calling my name last, I went up to get my “Manifesto.” The professor handed me my paper, but it was heavy, as in not paper light. I had no idea why until I turned to the last page to read his comments. He had taped a cassette tape to the bottom of the back page.

(For those born after the 1980s, this was the main form of listening to music along with a tape player)

I was confused by the tape and thinking the two paragraphs long comments the professor wrote meant I had gotten an F. That is until I read what he had written.

You have provided a cohesive description about punk rock music and why it is so important to you. But your last sentence, ‘punk rock is the only music that is powerful and unique enough to change the world not country music.may be correct in this moment for you, but don’t close off your mind to other forms of music. Give this tape a listen and tell me his lyrics and music is not as powerful.”

What he had given me to listen to was music by the original country singer “Hank Williams.” I immediately went home and listened to the tape. You know what? He was right. It was amazing listening to the combination of blues and country, and the emotion behind Williams’ singing was amazing.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNUBqrZ765I&list=RD-Xu71i89xvs&index=7

It was then and there that my musical bubble popped for good. It was from that day forward that I will always remain forever open to new music and why to this day I have an eclectic taste.

Fast forward many decades, although I have been out of the United States for well over a decade living in Japan, what other bubbles have I put myself into? This is something we all need to ponder and change. All the evidence I need? Anytime I become dogmatic and defensive it is time to pop that bubble and find a new way.

Maybe in the end life is simply a series of bubble popping as we grow and get in touch with what really matters – LOVE.

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