Busy The Next Few Days

I will soon be in the magical land of Massachusetts, which is apparently the equivalent of Mecca for fans of the New England Patriots. I feel too old to really be a part of the phantasmagoric football tour, but I'm accompanying the rest of my family, with the promise that there shall be some excellent seafood. Hurray.

I started watching an anime called Juuni Kokki (the Twelve Kingdoms). It came highly recommended by one of my friends, and I have to say I got sucked into it too. More on that when I'm feeling more review-y.

The Twelve Kingdoms

Just found out the cinema broadcast for the Metropolitan Opera. As usual, I'm delighted to see a mix of old favourites, antique curios, and some newer operas. They are as follows:

Anna Bolena- Donizetti
Don Giovanni- Mozart
Siegfried- Wagner
Satyagraha- Glass
Rodelinda- Handel
Faust- Gounod
The Enchanted Island- Various
Ernani- Verdi
Manon- Massenet
La Traviata- Verdi

Götterdämmerung- Wagner

This is the first season the Met has broadcast where I can honestly say that I want to see each and every one of the offerings. I'm especially excited for Jonas Kaufmann as Faust, Anna Netrebko as Anne Boleyn, and the last two parts of the Ring Cycle with Deborah Voigt.

But somehow, I'm even more excited for something that's happening here. My university, home to the only student opera company in North America, is putting on The Light In The Piazza. I'm a little bit curious as to what criteria it meets to be classified as an opera, but otherwise I've been listening to the Broadway cast album obsessively and figuring out what I want to do for my audition.

Ouran High School Host Club

So, I might be late to the party.

This has pretty much always been a popular manga and anime among the Japanophiles that I am acquainted with. This said, these Japanophiles have always been obsessed with media from Japan that I... well... I simply hated. Naruto, One Piece, the moste detestable Vampire Knight (OH GOD), and about ten other shoujo manga set in high school that have more or less the same plot albeit with minor variations in blandness and ridiculousness have always earned nothing less than my utmost detestation. And my dear friends with mutual interests could not get enough of these damn series.

This is not to say that I haven't had a few guilty pleasures. For the longest time, I was the most embarrassing Death Note fan. Hell, I still am, though I'm glad to say that I've graduated from reading it solely for the dubious hotness of Mello.

Hot, to a fourteen-year-old of very little brain