Vance Dubberly

It occurs to me that I just wrote a 5 paragraph rant about the the virtue of UTF-8 vs latin-1, iso-8859-1, iso-2022-kr and so on. Not that any of you know what that is or could really give a rats pa-toot about it. It is however signifigant in my mind as it’s an indicator of mental re-alignment. Means the brain is back to caring about technical stuff again. Oh yes and the new UltraSparc T1 is SEXY!!! Can’t wait to run my Threads down that 8 core processor… Gotta get me some of that action.

On Vacation. Tonight is the last night. Tonight in my last night at home. Does that sound funny? I am at home on vacation and tomorrow I actually go to that place where I live. In someways I look forward to going back into that strangeland. Vacation gives me the vague sense that I can go there make something of myself and then come home with a gifts. You know the old stories of the men ( and women ) who go North, or into the deserts, or the forbidden lands where men are not supposed to go and then, after a long absence they return with boones ( wisdom, wealth, or magic ) for the community which they have abandoned. Coming home reminds me that this is the task I set out on. And while it forces me to realize that I have failed miserably at that task, I am brought back to the conciousness and the hope that inspired my going forth in the first place.

Spent some time behind the lens in the last few days. It felt natural and wonderous. Photographing was joyful and not work. We will see when I get home if the camera felt the same way.

Words reminding me of tragedy

For the life of me, I can not remember what made us think that we were wise and we’d never compromise. For the life of me, I can not believe we’d ever die for these sins, we were merely freshmen

The Verve Pipe — The Freshman