<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><channel><title>S.V. Graves</title><link>https://svgraves.com/</link><description>Essays by S.V. Graves.</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://svgraves.com/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Knownothinger</title><link>https://svgraves.com/essays/the-knownothinger/</link><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><dc:creator>S.V. Graves</dc:creator><guid>https://svgraves.com/essays/the-knownothinger/</guid><description>An Uncertain Vision I must admit to you that I suffer from a particular vice. Vices, like many impulsions in the human experience tend often to reveal something about oneself that one might never have known without their often inexplicable embrace. Yet, very recently this was not the case. In fact, this vice of mine opened my eyes in an unexpected way. My vice is this: when I grow weary of the burden of battling arcane and ephemeral technical challenges in my profession as a software engineer working from my home office I often surrepticiously slip away from my desk to head to the nearest gas station for an unhealthy snack. I usually find myself in one of several stations in proximity to my house, some more polished than others.</description></item></channel></rss>