The Squeaky Robot

A Meddling Robot in a Human's World

Posts tagged “Tobago

Playing with Lines

Posted on March 1, 2012

Sometimes I dream about this photo, taken in southern Spain. Sometimes I dream I can dive from the highest antennae platform right into the sapphire water, like no distance separates the two, like it is all one horizon, like the world is really a 2D Mario game circa 1993 and no one is bothered by the hassles of 3-dimensionality. Montevideo, Uruguay. Wintertime. The air is thick with exhaust and parilla fumes. I steer clear of this vendor’s display even though I am interested in purchasing oranges, simply because that is always an interest of mine. But I have a tendency to knock things over, and indeed, this has the potential to be the mother of all fuck-ups. Spetses, Greece. There is some local joke…

The Grapefruit

Posted on February 14, 2012

*Written on January 6th, 2012 in Charlotteville, Tobago* These four old Americans have been discussing grapefruit for thirty straight minutes – I shit you not. Every time I think they’ve exhausted the subject, someone pipes up with a tidbit about citrus more disinteresting than the last: “At our local grocery you can get five ripe beauties for two dollars!”, the others become wide-eyed in disbelief. One bitter old man adds in the most matter-of-fact way I’ve ever heard someone discuss fruit: “Now, listen here, I used to have such a hankering for grapefruit, but the quality just isn’t the same anymore. It just isn’t the same”, as his wife and friends solemnly nod in agreement. When they finally move on from grapefruit, they turn…

Letting Go

Posted on January 23, 2012

I met a guy named Clarence Joseph in Charlotteville, Tobago, around lunch-time in early January. He owned a ‘fish n’ chips’ shack right off of the main road, left of the bus stop that I became so acquainted with every other dusk, right behind the village gas station that had ‘please do not urinate on this wall’ artfully painted on its back side. Even though Clarence’s fish n’ chips were a dollar more expensive than everyone else’s and a few more steps away from the beach, I routinely returned because he’s the only one in Charlotteville who added tons of garlic and ginger and other spices that make my mouth water. Clarence was amicable from the start. He was a man of short stature…

Tobago

Posted on January 17, 2012

My friend Peter sticks a squirming starfish in my face. Such a weird/cool starfish!

Rush sells overpriced coconuts and bananas on the beach of an isolated lagoon called Pirate’s Bay. He always has a fire going, which I appreciated because there’s nothing better than the smoky smell of wood burning.

Kingfish

The Kingfish eventually finds its way home to a ceramic plate, cradled by fried chips and coleslaw.

Back to DC, back to ‘real life’ if you will, is always a disconcerting adjustment. You think: “Why am I sitting here doing problem sets when there areĀ 148,940,000 square kilometers of earth’s varied terrain to explore??”. That’s not even including the surface area of the oceans and other naturally-occurring watery constructions, which amount for seventy percent of the globe’s total surface!! In stark opposition to the hallowed cliche ‘it’s a small world’, it’s not at all small. It’s very large in fact.

Buccoo and the People I Met There

Posted on January 13, 2012

I’m going to be annoyingly pedantic and call myself a humanist. I consider human nature to be more of a mystery than distant galaxies, quantum mechanics, and why people ever thought rattails were a good idea. I’m constantly astounded by human actions and inactions, achievements and shortcomings; always wondering the motive behind it all; what developments took place to make a person who he or she is today. From my comprehensively inadequate observations I’ve learned four things: 1) Things are never what they seem. 2) People are the way they are for a reason. 3) The world is full of good people. 4) While the world is full of good people, people are also inherently, unbelievably complex. Any oversimplification applied to our nature would…