The Squeaky Robot

A Meddling Robot in a Human's World

Posts tagged “friends

Crickets & Cubs

Posted on June 12, 2014

I sing to myself while driving my bike. No one can hear me in the wind and the rumbling purr of my 1982 Honda Cub, lime-green if you want to know. But on my way to meet with a new student, the purr became a thunderous rattle, and I couldn’t hear my own voice anymore. After the short meeting, the Cub was completely shot. The kickstarter shook loose, the brake pedal was jiggling but somehow also stuck. With every attempt at the gas the rattle grew louder, opaque exhaust spewed into the air. The quiet black alleys of West Lake reached new heights of emptiness as I solemnly rolled the machine forward. What could I do? Mechanics were all closed at this hour. I…

Evening Ending

Posted on January 2, 2014

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My end of the year was spent hosting two beautiful Swedish people, explaining how in each downtown Manhattan neighborhood you gotta be stupid rich to live there, all the while realizing as a pseudo-tour guide that I know more about New York than I thought I did and rediscovering the very city that sits in my backyard: This Harlem jazz club is epic. Good beer is here. This was probably the best meal I’ve had in New York. That’s the thing about international friends – it’s an adventure, it’s life-affirming, they provide the change I constantly crave. Around them it’s easy to justify living because around them every moment is a celebration; one more beer, one more, one more because why not? They live far away so when we do meet up, it’s always something cool, something new, something different, and the saga continues. This is inherent happiness.


I hope the end and beginning of your years were excellent, and same goes for every single day of the rest of your life.

Keep Portland Weird

Posted on March 15, 2013

Reunion with amigos Tadhg & David. Bicycle rights. Voodoo doughnuts. Poutine. Caffeine. Body art. Hobos named Spyder. PBR. Hawthorne. Accordions. It’s been nothing but good times here in the Pacific NW. While I wish I were here for a year and not a week, one must be grateful that such moments even happened, that I know the amazing people I do, and that Portland is as weird as it is.

  

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