The Squeaky Robot

A Meddling Robot in a Human's World

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Posted on July 30, 2012

Leaving Sweden is more bitter than sweet. But maybe it’s this smoked moose sausage I’m eating at my gate. It’s been incredible mostly because of my friends here, but also because of Scandinavia’s magnetic charm – the Land of Freedom and Liberty For All should be on Sweden’s flag, unlike one country that shouts those words loudly but doesn’t follow through. Now I can only hope to return the favor half as well as they have – my one friend Andreas in particular deserves a huge thank you  – when they eventually find themselves in the States looking for a helping hand and a couch to crash. You travel, you meet people, you meet them again, and then you leave, knowing that at some…

Gratuitous Photo Dump//Nikon FM

Posted on May 4, 2012

After a month-long nerve-wracking misadventure with my Nikon FM, I finally see a finished product. Film photography is dying medium, but I’m still thrilled to use it. This camera has shaved years off my life just from sheer stress, but the feeling of seeing these photos materialized feels too good; the weight on my shoulders is alleviated, I breathe easier. I think I have a problem. Cherry Blossom Festival, 2012. Ten minutes before I took this, the painter said that someone stole one of his paintings that was leaning against a nearby tree. He was fuming, and the last thing he probably wanted was for someone to steal another one of his images with a camera. A photo of the paints will have to…

Bucket List Update: Scuba Squeaky

Posted on April 29, 2012

I’m officially certified for underwater exploration, as per my Bucket List for 2012. Weirdly, the deed was done in the middle of Pennsylvania cornfield country in an old abandoned rock quarry that is now a PADI diving site. It’s also home to bass, catfish, a cement truck, a chess board complete with pieces, and a quarry barn that is likely now enveloped in algae and slime. The water was freezing and murky, a good thing for a newly certified diver. Any other water would be markedly warmer and clearer in comparison, a psychological advantage only known to cold-water divers. I’d also like to report that the lake’s fauna have no concept of boundaries, as certain inquisitive fish would swim up to our masks and…


Posted on March 21, 2012

It seems that the most frequent question I’m forced to answer these days is “what are you going to be when you grow up?”, or some variety of this. If someone isn’t directly mouthing these words to me, I see unwelcome reminders of the question and general concept in everyday life; in sloppily pasted ads for on the walls of abused bus stops, and in the wide-eyed confessions of small toddlers regarding their dream metier to their knowledgeable and wise adult guardians who are occupying these bus stops. These salutes to future-orientation dance around and taunt my being, and it doesn’t help that I’m at an age that this question should not only be expected, but welcomed optimistically and wholeheartedly, as if it…

Zen and the Art of Scuba Diving

Posted on February 2, 2012

Anyone of the unfortunate circumstance of being Facebook friends with me is surely fed up by now. Fed up by my incessant scuba-related posts, rants, comments, and photo-updates. Fed up by my obnoxious pride over something that I technically know nothing about and have no experience with. It’s new for me, you see. I’m taking a weekly course on scuba theory and technique, as per my Bucket List for this year. So I went with some friends last Friday to the very edge of DC, almost to that mystical terrain known as Maryland, to buy my gear: snorkel, mask, fins, weight-belt, booties, and textbook. The wetsuit we will rent. It soon became clear that when it comes to scuba, I am  woefully challenged sartorially…

Bucket List 2012 and My Intentions in the Year We Supposedly All Perish

Posted on January 15, 2012

There are some mysteries that will never be solved. One, for example, is how the search engine term ‘woman puts boyfriend in headlock with her thighs’ led two people on two separate occasions to this blog. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t meet a moment of arrest and briefly reconsider my choices in content. Another celebrated  mystery is how Kim Kardashian ever became famous. As far as I can tell, she lacks any talent in its traditional sense but somehow commands the attention of millions just by looking hot, even though she can’t even do that right because she looks like a plastic extraterrestrial with a comically and disproportionately inflated ass. The last mystery mentioned will be how this stigma and inherent…