It shouldn’t be a surprise that I am an admirer of Miyazaki and Studio Ghibli. I’ve posted about Miyazaki and Ghibli related things many times in the past. Most people by now know about Miyazaki’s movies. Far fewer know about the various pieces of mange that he’s done over the years. Which is sort of sad, because the mange is fun, has good, lighthearted stories, is where Miyazaki pokes fun at himself and is usually filled with pigs as characters. Here’s a list from Nausicaa.net.
Sankei is essentially two companies, one to fulfill the museum and architectural model and the kit making business, which makes the Ghibli stuff and other things for hobby. It looks like the hobby business is growing. Check out the videos for how easily these kits go together.
Most of these kits are not to expensive and many could provide an afternoon of creativity and some thing nice to show for it for $20.00. Try them out.
I’ve been a railfan and model railroader for most of my life. I’ve been reading the railroad magazines almost constantly since I was seven years old or so if the magazines I was tossing recently were correct. My focus was on my local railroad, the New Haven, which was merged into nonexistence in 1969 and other local to NYC railroads with some interests in American railroads in general. I knew about things like the Shinkansen, but in a very abstract way. I put the Shinkansen on my bucket list and left it there.
As wonderful as Miyazaki’s films are, they don’t actually represent the full scope of his story telling. The videos barely mention Miyazaki’s manga, you can’t ignore it and understand where the themes for a lot of the movie stuff comes from.
Miyazaki was drawing anthromorphic pigs long before Porco Rosso. Of course the manga and films are not the only homes for Miyazaki’s pigs. They can also be found somewhere in the Ghibli Museum, looking strangely like Miyazaki himself. But I’m not going to say where in the museum the tableau is. You will just have to find it for yourself.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre | The falcon cannot hear the falconer | Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold | Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world | The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere | The ceremony of innocence is drowned | The best lack all conviction, while the worst | Are full of passionate intensity. -- W.B. Yeats, The Second Coming