The Squeaky Robot

A Meddling Robot in a Human's World

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The Bigger Picture

Posted on April 10, 2013

I’ve got an exam in a few hours, so I naturally decided to Google image the phrase, “mongolia the squeaky robot,” to be taken back to one of the best places in the entire world. What resulted in 0.16 seconds is what you see above. All of these photos are mine and they’re all on this blog. Not only is their arrangement delightfully random, but many of them have nothing in particular to do with Mongolia. Their only commonalities are that they are things, moments, people, and places that exist or have existed on the same earth at one point in time, and I’m the one who captured them. These pictures represent the past two years of my life. They have been difficult and…

The New Beat

Posted on March 23, 2013

John Clellon Holmes once said, “Everywhere the Beat Generation seems occupied with the feverish production of answers—some of them frightening, some of them foolish—to a single question: how are we to live?” Holmes was a kind of wrangler of his wayward band of brothers – Kerouac, Ginsberg, and Cassady. He collected and compiled all holy data equally induced by drugs and existential despair to document and thus immortalize the claudicant enlightenments of his lost thinkers. And that’s what it was all about; the beatniks occupied themselves solely with the single most relevant question of any person’s life: how are we to live? In this way, we are all beatniks. No one’s experience or story counts for more than any other, just as no one…

A Little of Seattle

Posted on March 18, 2013

I’m already back in DC, longingly scanning over photos and waiting for a few highly anticipated rolls to develop. Can’t wait till Wednesday! Looking back at San Francisco, Eugene, Portland, and Seattle, I cannot pick a favorite. Because I don’t know the places very well at all. It was never about the place, I consistently preach, but all about the people. And some epic times were had, whether it meant eating cheese and bread on a sunlit San Francisco dock, breaking every plate and ceramic in a tiny Eugene kitchen, drinking beer and reminiscing about Russia over a lovely accordion performance in a dark green Portland lounge, or dining in one of Seattle’s fanciest restaurants (Canlis!!) with the best date ever. I love the…

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.

San Francisco

Posted on March 11, 2013

I came to California in a bit of a broken state. After enduring a life of being perpetually fed, “you’re not good enough”, searching for a job and untangling the mess that is life post-graduation had become unbearable, impossibly unpleasant. DC isn’t a place that empathizes with insecurities, even if all of its denizens have them. So I ran fast, fast to the West with some friends and the bucket list in mind. So that my problems could dissipate for a short week and I could return to the sloshing gray seas of the Eastern seaboard a better person with a clearer head. Cliched stories and images and ideals about California made me homesick for this place in which I’d never been. I heard…