I want to overanalyze a couple things here. This being one of the first times I have sat down to just write, without a pre-set idea, I’m going to take this opportunity to just look around my room and describe the various decorations I have bestowed on it.
Firstly, there are two posters. They are both from my old room back at my parents place, or as I’m not ready to completely forego calling that ‘home’ in some fashion, The Old Homestead. The first one is a poster of a Plymouth Prowler, a car which I’m not sure they make anymore, in part because I’m not sure if Plymouth even exists anymore. It’s a pretty cool-looking car, painted yellow in my poster, which, for cars, was and still is the new red. This poster could have been a foreshadowing of me buying for my first car a make that is no longer in business, the Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme. The only observation I have on the poster itself and how it applies to me is that I don’t have a real affinity for cars, new or old- I think I just like things that are backswept. I played with Legos a lot as a kid, and all the space ships I made had to be backswept. When I was trying to choose a favorite food, for instance, I think I went with pizza over hot dogs for that reason. And for a while I thought humans were poorly designed because they walked upright and therefore weren’t very aerodynamic.
But that brings me to my second poster. It’s also of a vehicle that is streamlined, out-of-date and 100% American. The F-14 Tomcat. It’s a relic of the just-past-the-Cold-War Era, where we probably still weren’t so sure about Russia and what they might do. The ironic thing about this one in comparison to the poster of the Prowler, is that by my standards it would not have been streamlined enough for me. It has two tailfins and has wings that can spread out or fold back. In all honesty, it’s pretty slick. But the plane probably cost a little more to build than the Prowler, and I definitely know, or at least knew a lot more about fighter planes back in the day than cars. Top Gun was definitely one of my favorite movies in my younger days, and I know that Maverick flew an F-16 Fighting Falcon, a plane that I definitely wish I had a poster of. This obsession with fighter planes is probably either a result of, or a cause of being a conservative, and to an extent a war hawk.
There’s really only one more thing that almost purely serves the role of a decoration in my room right now. In my sophomore year of high school I was in a sculpture class. I had always considered myself creative and I wanted to see how it transferred to visual art. For the most part the class went pretty well. I tried hard in it, as I did in the rest of my classes, and I liked most of the projects a fair amount. There was origami, some more two-dimensional things, and I remember we built a chair. But when she asked us to sculpt a head out of clay, I was very hesitant. It took a long time, as I recall, and there were several hiccups along the way. Our teacher went from saying hair was not necessary to We should try to do it. (I didn’t, but I still liked it.) And when I was hollowing out the inside of the sculpture, I almost went all the way through it, but still managed to save it. The end result was a B grade, but I think I was more satisfied with it than any other art project I’d done before or since.
The other purpose it serves however, is allowing me something of my own to toss around and potentially break, though I still haven’t yet.