The Squeaky Robot

A Meddling Robot in a Human's World

Posts tagged “nostalgia

Bioluminescence

Posted on April 11, 2015

I ventured to Koh Rong, a highly-rated undeveloped island twenty-five rocky kilometers from Sihanoukville, only for the bioluminescent plankton. I experienced these glowing micro-organisms about a decade ago in Puerto Rico, and so I was propelled by an innocent but somewhat misguided hunt for an experience that was probably once in a lifetime, as all experiences tend to be. I hopped off the creaking ferry into a den of beautiful Europeans who above all wanted to party and they wanted to do it now. The main beach vomited neon with strings of shacks competing with each other, all claiming to have it all – Dorms! Bar! Food! Wifi! Laundry! – and while it was only ten in the morning, each blasted its own variety…

No, It Can’t Be Better Than This

Posted on November 24, 2013

As a child in elementary school, I remember The Day – the last day of school – as something definitive and momentous. Weeks leading up to The Day were felt, it was in the air, these fumes of freedom, and each student’s excitement would rise accordingly as The Day drew nearer. We were intoxicated by the expectations and possibilities Summer allowed; cleaning out our desks and classrooms were chores we assumed happily, for they were symptoms of a grander reward. With age I find the momentousness of such events has either a huge delay or has disappeared altogether. Last days of school at university were anti-climactic because everyone would go home at different times, often in the midst of a stressful finals atmosphere; most…

Beatniks in Wine Country

Posted on March 8, 2013

and all I’m taking is my camera, film, toothbrush, and books. While I’ve never been to the Pacific Northwest, it’s not the sites I’m concerned with this time around. This week-long adventure is completely people-oriented. One of my best friends goes to Berkeley, so I’m flying to San Francisco and soliciting her for her company and food recommendations. Then it’s off to Oregon, a supposedly magical state where some epic kids I came to know and love in Russia now reside. First Eugene then Portland, the city “where young people go to retire”. I look forward to the beers and reminiscing of our stint in Petersburg. Seattle is last, and this is where I get to have a much-awaited dinner with my travel muse,…