Saturday, November 7, 2020

Matchbox and Nostalgia

There’s a bug on the table.  It’s called the Beetle.  Caught it, turned it sideways, and placed it in plastic to preserve it.
 
Brand: Matchbox 
Scale: 1/58 
Model: 1962 Volkswagen Beetle
 
 

I got this miniature because we had the real thing in this color when I was a child in the ‘70s (our Beetle, I expect, was a 1970s model).  Every afternoon, our drivers would line up to park the vehicles: Jeep, Toyota Land Cruiser, Toyota Corona, Ford Cortina, Mercedes Benz (a finback reminiscent of Batman’s bat mobile), etc.  It was amusing to watch the drivers maneuver over a score of vehicles. 

Decades later, I would have some sort of cognitive dissonance after learning that the production of Volkswagen Beetle had been commissioned by notorious anti-Semite Adolf Hitler.  The Beetle was designed by Ferdinand Porsche (whose magnificent cars I also collect in miniatures).  Bela Barenyi is also credited as the designer of the Beetle.  My dissonance was something like, “Should I still love a car commissioned by a tyrant?  It’s designed by Porsche anyhow…”
 
The Beetle stood out to me likely because of its solid orange color.  Having the real thing as part of my childhood is the reason why the Beetle is one of my favorite model cars to collect.  Nostalgia is one of the driving forces behind why collectors hoard toys.  We’re not just collecting toys.  We’re collecting and re-collecting memories.
 
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Originally published in a slightly different form on my Facebook wall days before today.

Friday, July 17, 2020

Bathala Creates Humans

adapted from an earlier myth

Bathala decides to create humans from clay and so fashions one into Her image.  The first human’s skin is dark, so rises the black race.

She then tries to lighten the skin, making it quite fair, so rise the white people.

An attempt is made to darken the white human’s skin, resulting in a yellow tinge, so rise the Chinese and other Asian races.

Bathala then lovingly remakes the yellow into a more striking hue, so rise the Filipinos and other browns.  Satisfied at Her own handiwork, Bathala exclaims, “My work ends here.  I got the right shade of brown.  It reminds me of shit, or maybe of chocolate.”

I love them Filipinos, shitty or otherwise, don’t you?