Showing posts with label relaxation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label relaxation. Show all posts

25 April 2021

On the Art of ASMR

April is known as National Poetry Month so naturally I shall avoid discussion of poetry this month, because I am by nature a contrarian. Most of my poetry the past few years has been limited to drabble posing as tweets on Twitter and based on the daily prompt word. Some of these are clever (and get no likes) but most are drivel (which are well-subscribed), so there is no way to know if I am advancing in my career.

However, one such poetry-related topic about which I wish to wax poetic is the Art of ASMR, an acronym which stands for Autonomous Sensory Meridian ResponseWhat is that? Well, have you every heard certain sounds or felt certain textures, sniffed a certain smell, or you have a session of close attention with medical personnel or salon workers especially up close? In those situations you may feel a tingly sensation at the back of your head, or perhaps the back of your neck and down your spine. You might even flinch. ASMR is that sensation. It has become something to which some people have become addicted and a whole industry has risen to accommodate them. I confess I'm hooked on it, and indulging in the YouTube videos of several ASMRtists (=ASMR artist, get it?) has helped me get through the past year of pandemic anxiety. 

So I was minding my own business one day - the usual way things begin for me - and I was searching for a video recitation of a famous poem for my Romantic Literature class. I thought a dramatic reading would pique my students' interest in John Keats' poem "La Belle Dame sans Mercy" (click title to see video). I found such a reading, but I wondered why the speaker's voice was so low. It was relaxing and I found myself about to nod off into nap land while listening to it. I did not feel any "tingles" as the ASMR aficionado likes to say. But I returned to that video several more times just to relax; indeed, the voice was so low that I had to focus to make out the words. I realized that I had already encountered ASMR-type sources, such as the soft voice of Bob Ross as he paints or the steady tintinnabulation of rain.

And as YouTube is wont to do, other videos were recommended to me: videos that were distinctly labeled as ASMR. Literally an endless supply! So I dove right in. I got the main idea quickly enough: to listen to or view activities which are designed to induce "tingles" - but I more often than not simply felt my body relax as I viewed slow movement from the artist's hands or various objects close to the camera and/or listened to the artist's soft voice or a plethora of sounds from everyday objects. Sometimes the artist would role play and I would feel less relaxed but just as entertained. It was as though individuals were creating short videos just for the  entertainment or "therapeutic" use by anonymous strangers . . . for the artist's own enjoyment. (Note: I must put quotes around "therapeutic" because we and they are not doctors and cannot claim the video is any kind of treatment for any disorder; otherwise, YouTube takes the video down.)

So I have by now gone through the complete catalogue many times. I have not quite found exactly what produces "tingles" for me, but perhaps that is not the point. Relaxation is the point. However, some of the role play videos are stimulating rather than relaxing. They can be rather sensual. ASMR videos of odd sounds may be irritating to me rather than cause tingles. The most popular seem to be the "cranial nerve exam" in which a medical person examines the patient's five senses using various tests. Also popular are videos in a spa setting, which may include the hair salon or barbershop or they may be almost like a tutorial of hair care or make-up application. A lot of cosplay videos, too (=costume role playing, e.g., dressing up as an anime character). Sometimes massage videos cross over into ASMR. One soft voice artist I found a while ago has recently switched to doing close-up cooking/baking videos where the minute sounds of cracking eggs or crunching cookies is tingle-inducing (click to see video).

I have found that what comes closest to making me feel tingles are accents. The soft voice is good but if the artist speaks with an accent (real or in acting), I just might feel the tell-tale tingle traipsing down to my tailbone. Being an English teacher/professor/know-it-all and trained in linguistics, perhaps that is where my affectation by accented English originates. There are artists creating around the world so there is no shortage of accented soft voices - which may be used in role plays or other types of videos such as brushing hair or tapping on ceramics while speaking softly. I also studied music in college so having some gentle music in the background, like what you might hear during a massage or yoga/meditation/reiki video, is also good for my tingles. By the way, my Russian is improving.

Well, I suppose I touched on poetry in a tangential manner, after all. Like a lot of things, one tends to believe everyone knows about it already but in this case, I wanted to introduce this strange obsession many of us have to those who do not yet have this desire for tingles or to relax. I usually watch a video or two just before going to sleep, selecting it by the artist or the topic. I am constantly discovering new ASMRtists even as my interest in those who once were my favorites drifts away (although I occasionally return to them). Perhaps you could make use of this art form, too. Perhaps, like many artists have stated, you could move from being a fan of ASMR to being a creator of ASMR. Many artists have moved to pay sites and make it their main or sole source of income. Anything is possible in the amazing world of ASMR.

But I warn you: many, many hours could be lost in an ocean of tingles if you are not careful.


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04 September 2016

On the Madness of Holiday Weekends

You know how when you have a three-day weekend you spend the first day of it worrying whether or not you will be productive or waste all the time? That's me. 

And it will be worse on Sunday, as I stew and pine about what I should be doing, and I'll probably do some of what I should be doing, but not nearly everything I planned to do. Then Monday comes, the great holiday, and I'll spend the day moping around, complaining about not having enough time. I'll also start fearing the Tuesday morning as though it were a typical Monday morning. I'll ponder ways to extend the weekend, maybe let myself get sick....

And I won't sleep well, worried about using all this free time advantageously. Of course, some say simply doing nothing is not wasted time. It's called relaxation. Or rest. And that is a goal in itself. And beneficial. Anything to kill some time - because, as we all know, time is trying to kill us, as well. In fact, I sorta kinda blogged about that a really long time ago yet, sadly, it still remains here, if you wish to kill even more time by reading it. (Remember: you'll never get those minutes back again.)

Yet some folks swear by the "active" vacation whereby they arrive back at the start of the work week fully drained and unable to do their assigned tasks. Then they regale the rest of us with their tales of moral turpitude and/or risky behavior, swearing they have to do something even more wild next weekend,as though there is some kind of competition in life. It's as though the week was actually their period of rest and the job site their place of repose. (Mattress tester, perhaps?)

Not me. I like to be ready for my assigned tasks. So I spend the weekend worrying about being ready to perform my assigned tasks and thus gain little pleasure from my time away from those assigned tasks. Then, naturally, I complain about the assigned tasks throughout the week and dream of just making it to the next weekend. Ah! The next weekend...the undiscovered country! The paradise we dream of only to waste once we arrive.

Then the cycle begins again. It's truly maddening! Wash, rinse, repeat. Forever. Only boisterous children, fortuitous lottery winnings, precise meteorite strikes, and localized earthquakes can disrupt the pattern. So keep some candy in your pockets, a pen in your hand, a hard hat on your head, and a widely straddling skateboard close at hand. Then, perhaps, you may find yourself reading a blog or two, and dismissing them as pure fluff because it is, after all, just another holiday weekend. And you've got time to waste. 


PS, Update: I have managed to waste 2 hours by scrolling down my Twitter feed and then my Facebook wall and checking my email accounts twice. And making a fresh pot of coffee.



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11 January 2014

The Importance of Space

To start off this new year, I welcome my first ever guest blogger, fellow author Kate Bitters. I've been reading her debut novel Elmer Left. and thoroughly enjoying it. Being something of an old man myself, I could relate....

Here is some advice from Kate about a problem many writers face: space. 




The beginning of last month was chaos.  Boxes everywhere, an overly big (and accident prone) moving truck, piles of clothes and shoes on the floor, a huge gap in my room where a bed should have been...

Moving is tough.  Any kind of environmental change is tough.  When we are surrounded by disorder and newness, it is easy to lose ourselves in the offending space.  It is easy to become discouraged.  Earlier this month, I remember sitting next to a mound of clothing, sorting through it sock-by-sock, and thinking, "Good grief, when did I accumulate so many tank tops?"

But these steps are necessary--the sorting, the putting away, the ordering of toiletries, the creation of a system.  Without these steps, things get shoved aside for later and continue to linger in the backs of our minds.

The very root of Feng Shui (and if you don't buy into any other part of the concept, buy into this...) is the creation of order and the removal of clutter.  The idea is that human beings function best in a clean, ordered, and uncomplicated environment.  Our bodies relax; our minds are put at ease; we are free to concentrate on things outside of our space--higher purposes.  Like writing.

Unfortunately, my writing took a blow this past November (ironic, since it is national novel-writing month).  I had trouble focusing in my new space.  I struggled to carve out an area in which I could write and work and concentrate.  But eventually, it did happen.  I built a desk; I bought a chair; I found homes for all my dishes, sweaters, hair products.  The beast with walls and floors and ceiling began to feel less like a container and more like a home.

My Office
I found my mind relaxing, and then it went beyond relaxation: it started to think creatively again.  I started to see the world in colors and textures, instead of in a Sin City-type black and white (slightly evil, extremely jarring).  My mind was back; my motivation was back.  Words began to flow.  And I learned a valuable lesson about the importance of space.  It might seem like an insignificant factor in our daily productivity and creativity, but our surroundings can have an eerie kind of power over us.  Don't let it take the reins.  It is up to you to tame your space, make it your own, and make it work for you.

Happy organizing ;)



Kate Bitters is a novelist, editor, and ghost writer.  She is putting the finishing touches on her second novel, Ten Thousand Lines, and working on a third.  She resides in the magical and frosty city of Minneapolis, MN.

Twitter: @katebitters




Meanwhile, in a blog far, far away, Kate will be hosting my piece about the names we give story characters: fightforthewrite.blogspot.com. I shall return here forthwith.


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