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In my last column, I wrote about pop culture events that were significant to me and also acted as time markers in my years at college. I keep thinking that it feels like I just moved into my freshman dorm yesterday, but when I think about certain songs that were hits during orientation, for example, it seems like eons ago. Oh, and high school seems like an eternity away.
I’ve been asked a lot lately how it feels to be a senior, and I give everyone the same response: It feels good, but I love college and don’t want it to end.
This past Intersession, I went to Cuba. The trip meant so much to me and it has taken me a while to write about it. I went with eleven other Hopkins students for the Intersession study abroad class. The fact that Hopkins even had the trip was one of the reasons why I chose to come here. I had been itching to go to Cuba since I was a freshman (and maybe even before then) when it was a class on Hemingway. I am glad that I took this class instead, which had a much broader artistic focus. After spending a semester in Rome, a place that I have studied since I was in the sixth grade, I was ready to go somewhere that I knew very little about but that had some sort of hold on me.
One of my favorite shows, Parks and Recreation, is in its seventh and final season this year. The newest episodes started airing in January, and they are being broadcast two at a time, until the series finale on Feb. 24. While this means that the 13-episode season will be over incredibly quickly, at least this gives Parks one last chance to churn out major plots that will hopefully satisfy long-time fans like myself.
Over Thanksgiving break, I was extremely fortunate to be invited by a friend to the Metropolitan Opera. The production was Rossini’s The Barber of Seville (Il Barbiere di Siviglia), his most popular opera, which has many recognizable tunes. Besides the Viking lady with the horns and the long blonde braids, Figaro, the barber himself, is to me the most recognizable character in any opera. The Barber of Seville, however, was about Count Almaviva’s courtship of Rosina with the help of Figaro. Not only was it a comedy, but it was in Italian. I loved it.
This past week, I have had celebrities’ books on the brain. Some of my favorite people in show biz have recently released books and done book signings.
Imma let you finish, but New York has some of the most forced PR of all time.
Growing up, I watched a lot of Halloween movies. I would usually watch whatever Disney Channel Original Movie was premiering that year, but my favorites were always the cartoons. There was a period of time when Cartoon Network would play the same Scooby-Doo episodes in October year after year, and I always tuned in.
My past two articles in “My Favorite Things” have been a bit out of order. My first of the semester was about the TV shows I will be starting and continuing this fall. My second was about my summer spent in Baltimore. In keeping with this theme of writing whatever I want in whatever order it comes to me, this article is no different. I write this with a hot tea at my side and in a sweatshirt and sweatpants. It pains me to say that I have accepted the fact that it is fall. Nevertheless, here it is, my eulogy for summer.
This summer was the first summer I have ever spent in Baltimore. It was also the first summer where I lived by myself away from home. I got a job not too far from campus and lived in my apartment from the previous semester. I had a whirlwind couple of weeks when I went home after an incredibly hard semester, and when I walked into the door of my apartment in Baltimore in early June, I was overcome with the feeling that I was betraying my home by living somewhere else.
I know that summer is ending when I begin to get excited for all the television I plan to watch. Whether I will have time for it is a different story, but the line-up for this fall is enticing.
Recently, there have been talks that there will be a Mrs. Doubtfire sequel, and that Robin Williams is on board. The film was originally released in 1993, so it is the perfect mixture of being a part of a lot of our childhoods, and far enough out of our minds that it seems like a new—or good—idea. We are the demographic that studios want to reach, and a lot of us grew up with this movie and hold it near to our hearts.
The weather is getting nicer. And you know what I look forward to the most? People being outside, hanging out on all of the quads. I better see everybody outside, lounging in the grass or tossing a Frisbee, and I better see it happen soon, for the sake of my own sanity.
One of my favorite shows on TV right now, The Mindy Project, recently went on hiatus. To honor its return, I'd love to highlight the reasons why I have tremendously enjoyed watching this show thus far.
On Friday, March 28, Hopkins alumnus Mark Friedman came to talk to the Film and Media Studies department. Friedman co-wrote the pilot of NBC’s new showBelieve, which premiered on March 10. The other writer was recent Oscar-winner Alfonso Cuarón, who directed the pilot and also serves as executive producer along with J.J. Abrams.
The comedian Billy Eichner has been one of my favorite people in Hollywood recently.
I went to an Oscar party last Sunday that was truly a blast. All I could think of was how different it was than when I was a kid, when I would get so upset because my parents didn't let me stay up until the end of the show. Now, I'm old enough to pretend that I saw all of the movies and make seemingly well-informed commentary about how Leo has never won an Oscar. I learned that the best way to watch the Oscars is with a big group of some of your snarkiest friends. Round them all up and be merry: it's bound to be a good time.
I can't imagine a summer when my family's soundtrack will not exclusively consist of the Yanks' radio network. It is on all the time, heard in the background on my Dad's transistor radio. Whenever I went to my Grandma's house, we always had to yell at the front door when we walked in because she couldn't hear us over the afternoon game. My Grandma and Grandpa were some of the biggest Yankee fans I will ever know.