Dan and Derrell, two beers, and two babes. OK, I guess they have names too: Tiff and Marina. But I liked the alliteration.
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Al Dente, the Loud Italian Place: best Italian in Santa Cruz. Jed, Chris, Derrell, Dan, Tiff, and Ken.
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Al Dente, the Loud Italian Place: best Italian in Santa Cruz. Jed, Chris, Derrell, Dan, Tiff, and Ken.
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A team of geeks at an undisclosed location (Stockholm, actually) with a really big pile of wires.
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Couldn't resist. Snyder beer. A real he-brew.
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Munich park. Ducks.
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A German duck
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Digital cameras aren't so good at capturing subtle colors. You're just going to have to take my word for it, this was pretty.
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eBay for lazy people. I didn't know there were any lazy Germans.
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Jaromir and I asking the question... how WILL IPsec work?
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Hotels in England. They're different, that's for sure.
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Take three insides and one outside. Shake, but do not stir.
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More VPN clusters
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Jan's winter flowering vine! It likes it in the dark!
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Winter in Tucson. No leaves on the trees, but the clover is coming in with a vengence. And, of course, the tangerines.
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Our dwarf white grapefruit which is neither dwarf nor white.
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An un-explored object cannot remain so if you're Oliver. Wanda, however, is happy to stay warm...
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Wanda usually looks happier than this. She must be hung over or something.
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Our octopus agave is going to bloom (and sadly, then die). This is the first few days. This stalk will grow to be 15 feet tall and have a thousand small plants on it within a few weeks, then mature over a 6 month period.
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The rain is coming... Southern Arizona is about to be wet!
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Oliver seeks to prove that you can be comfortable... anywhere.
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Jed, Janne, Jan, and Joel. And a potted plant. Somewhere in Northern California, March, 2005.
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Pontecuti, as seen from Canonica. And a small amount of rubble. March, 2005.
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Ellen, Daisy, and a beautiful Spring day.
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The fountain in Gubbio.
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Gubbio's "church at the top of the hill." (Every small Italian town has one.)
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Old and new Gubbio.
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Gubbio: unspeakably quaint, and impossible to capture in photographs.
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