The older you get (as a blogger) the more you tend to write about how you are, predictably, getting older. In 2003, I signed up as a user of LiveJournal to start blabbing online about my life, the universe, and everything. My first post was made on March 29th of that year – and since then I’ve written online ramblings about my travels, eating at made-popular-by-television restaurants, anime convention drama, the vacuum state of shape shifting robots disguised as organic entities, movies, video games, friends, family… you know: life.
In that time I’ve learned a lot about writing including (but not limited to) throwing in the occasional Latin phrase to make myself come off as smarter than I actually am. An unforeseen lesson in blogging all these years, however, has been why I keep writing. When I started doing this (in my twenties) it was because I was writing for the sake of writing. You know: doing something strictly because you can. In my thirties, it was a connection piece. Social media was just starting to grow to the level of interconnectivity that exists today, and I found myself telling my stories here and sharing them via other ever-evolving networks. Now, though, I’m old by MTV and Rolling Stone magazine standards – a man in his forties. (A couple more years and I’ll have to start using the dreaded phrase “pushing fifty”. Ugh.) At this point in the narrative I’ve realized that I’m now writing for a very specific person:
I used to make jokes about my “three readers” on the Internet, an homage to a local radio show from my youth called The Love Doctors who regularly referred to their “three listeners”. In my mind, they were family (mostly my late father and/or my wife) and the occasional cyber-tourists that would find their way here. The clarity of hindsight has me to the point that I feel like I’m writing (and should keep blogging) for the same reason people keep playing amateur sports after high school and college: it’s a form of exercise, mental, in this case, and the body needs that sort of thing.
Additionally, it’s long form practice for eventually (hopefully) writing a book. I know I can write a book, and I keep trying to find the time to carve out to do so. The problem with employment in a creative field like mine (pop culture conventions) is that you are perpetually fulfilling the need for that writing outlet through work. So by the time you sit down to type something, you have that feeling like, “I’ve already been creative today!” and the self motivation is a struggle.
On top of all that, I suffer from being obsessively compulsive about things around me being organized. This bombards my brain to the point that I am perpetually fighting against a horde of overwhelming “to do” lists that I revisit again and again with the knowledge that they should be accomplishable, but with the reality that there is only one of me and I can only do so much at a time. Before embarking on penning a novel, a couple of things have to happen in my life:
- STORAGE UNIT: I have to clear out boxes and boxes of things collected over the past four plus decades. Like all of the projects on my list, it’s something that is constantly taking place with the effectiveness of chipping pebbles from a boulder.
- WORK: This is the one I’m closest to being caught up on. The work itself will always be ongoing, but the backlog of work (updating company profiles, online archives, event photo editing and posting, etc.) is where the struggle is. These pieces of the puzzle happen daily in small doses – such as editing photos on my laptop while watching television at home.
- PERSONAL MEDIA: This project is threefold and includes editing and cataloging photos from my adventures, scanning pre-digital ones, and digitizing old VHS tapes for my own amusement and satisfaction.
- THIS BLOG: This one is just a matter of time and focus. I finished the rebuild recently (hence why this site looks different now) but I now I need to go back through the fifteen years of posts and clean them up. This damn thing is an archive of my life, and reading it again is always a lesson (“learn from the past”) and I’d like it to be organized in a fashion where the narrative actually makes sense.
NOTE: Even writing those four bullet points was exhausting from the standpoint of just thinking about it.
Which leads me to right now. Sitting on a plane. Writing on my blog.
For repeat readers here (or those that just know me in general) you know that travel has become a large part of my life both personally and for work. I love going places, seeing things, and living my life like a tourist. Part of that latter mindset can be attributed on my years working in theme parks (Walt Disney World and Universal Orlando) – and it’s a part of my personality I’m permanently grateful for. Our perception dictates our reality, and my perception remains one of curiosity and wonder.
So again: sitting on a plane. I’m on a flight from Los Angeles, California to Tokyo, Japan to attend the Project Anime: Tokyo conference (something I helped incept in 2011) and to attend the business days for the Anime Japan convention. The trip is for work, since I’ll be attending meetings and introductions to help maintain awareness of the Green Mustard Entertainment and Wasabi Anime® brands for the purpose of expanding anime and Japanese pop culture programming at Informa Pop Culture’s North America conventions (the Fan Expo and Megacon events) in 2019.
Adrenaline will drive me through part of the trip, and my hope is that it will get my ass out and about when I’m not working to see amazing amazingness of Toyko. There are some places I want to see that I have missed during my past trips (Skytree and the Tsukiji Fish Market) and others I’d like to revisit (like Tokyo DisneySEA and Akihabara).
This blog post is the result of something I find myself doing on long flights: forcing the aforementioned projects further. I’m on a plane, forced to sit in one place, and instead of just watching movies I like to justify the time with some sort of accomplishment. This post and the subsequent set up for the re-reading of my past posts is that accomplishment.
Make no mistake, though, I will be watching a movie, too. I have over seven hours left on this flight as of this posting.
For now: keep watching. I intend to try and write as much as possible about my adventures in Japan again in the coming days.