My friend Scott Wade, who drums with The Patio Boys from time to time and is a big part of the annual Sand Sculpture contests we attend, has recently achieved some measure of fame with one of his hobbies: creating some amazing artwork on the filthy rear windows of automobiles. In addition to his website, the Austin American Statesman published an article on his work which was quickly picked up by a variety of newspapers around the country, the Austin CBS affiliate had a segment on his work Saturday night, and he even got to roll around on Kinky Friedman’s election bus for a few days.

Congratulations on the notoriety, Scott, and keep up the great work!

I finally got around to editing down the video from our Potato Cannon building adventures. Here it is!

A quick shout-out to my old cronies at Origin as they announce some of the work that had started while I was still there: Ultima Online: Kingdom Reborn. The new client shot looks pretty nice, and it’s great to see that EA continues to invest in the most venerable of online Role Playing Games. Keep up the good work, lads and ladies!

After running around Schlitterbahn for the day yesterday, I decided to treat the kids to a new ritual that I called “Grocery Store Feast”. The way it works: we all go to the grocery together. Each family member selects one non-junk-food item to be a part of dinner. We then take the whole pile home, cook it all up, and enjoy!

Thus we found ourselves enjoying a balanced meal of whole wheat pizza, eggrolls, fried chicken and basil & garlic polenta last night. Now that’s good eating! (And a lot of fun to boot.)

Wednesday: In anticipation of Saturday’s wedding, Kathy hosted and attended Christina’s bachelorette party. I picked up Daniel, who was coming in for the wedding, from the airport at 11:00pm. Christina’s air conditioning failed, so some of her entourage relocated to our house for the evening.

Thursday: Hit the outlet mall with Daniel to pick up another baguette pan so he could exercise his baking skills to supply the wedding with lots of fresh bread. Went to work. Played with The Grant Mazak Band at Veramendi Park here in San Marcos for the city’s “Summer in the Park” concert series. We’d been looking forward to and preparing for this for a couple months and were a bit nervous about it. Things went beautifully, however, with an article in the paper beforehand, about 400 people in the audience who, and lots of nice comments afterward.

Friday: Work. Wedding rehearsal. The rehearsal dinner, which was going to be at the happy couple’s home, was moved to the church because of the A/C failure. While cooking on the grill, it began to rain torrentially. We enjoyed soggy hot dogs, soggy children, and soggy dogs together. Lots of bread baking later that evening.

Saturday: More bread baking. The kids and I went down to San Antonio for a couple hours in the morning for Becky’s Year-in-Texas Tea, which was very nice indeed. We regrouped at the house and headed off for the wedding, where Kathy was matron of honor and I played pennywhistle for the recessional. We then ate, drank, and were merry for several hours until I finally toted the young ones back home for bed. Kathy showed later with a refrigerator’s worth of leftovers. (Where are those tamales?)

Sunday: Church and another concert at Cheatham Street Warehouse where we announced the band was changing the name to The Patio Boys. Celebrated Abigail’s birthday there with friends, family, and cake. Came home and collapsed.

I don’t think I’ve gotten around to mentioning it here before, but we adopted two kittens, brothers from the same litter, about a month ago. They’ve been settling in nicely, and have quickly become much-loved parts of the family.

So last night, while Kathy and Will and I were watching Jack Bauer’s latest adentures on 24, I pulled out the trashcan to clip my nails into. I had been happily grooming away for about 4 minutes when suddenly a mouse jumped out of the trash can and ran under the couch I was sitting on.

“Holy cow! Did you see that? A mouse just jumped out of the trash and run under my couch!” Kathy and Will were wrapped up in the program, they had missed the rodent’s mad dash for freedom. Now alerted, we quickly teamed up and made a plan: pull out the couch and catch the mouse.

“How are we going to get it?”, Kathy wondered. This was a good question, as we had 5 mice trapped in the closet once, and all but one managed to get past our clumsy attempts to catch them.

Will: “Get the cat!” Anubis, the black kitten, had been sleeping on his lap, so he picked it up and played with it a second to rouse it. We then turned over the couch. The mouse made a terrified run along the baseboard. It took Anubis about a second to figure out what was up, and then a second more to catch the mouse in his mouth.

“Good boy!” We put him and his prey outside, as we didn’t particularly want to have to watch the process or clean up after it, and went back to 24.

Final score:
Human Success Rate: 20%
Feline Success Rate: 100%

Dad McMains and Lana have been married 25 years today. In recognition of the occasion, Chris, Meara and I decided to put together a celebration for them where they could be feted by family and friends. Our friends the McNeels have a lovely ranch house, and offered to make it available and lure the couple to their place for the party. We schemers put together the guest list and coordinated the planning, a task made considerable more challenging by the fact that Chris was in England and Meara in Laos for a large portion of the lead-up time. Thanks to the joys of covert email, however, we were able to pull it off.

I arrived with my family and the rest of the Grant Mazak Band about an hour before the honorees were scheduled to show. We quickly set up, got everybody positioned, welcomed the other arriving guests, and then waited.

And waited.

And waited.

It turned out that while we had told everybody that the honorees would be there at 6:30, they had been informed that their ostensible dinner with friends was starting around 7:00, and they were running late even for that. We struck up some music to keep the guests entertained until they arrived, which of course they finally did.

Now, Dad is notorious for finding out about surprise parties in advance. Previous to this, we have only been able to pull the wool over his eyes once, when we celebrated his 60th birthday. Thus, we were delighted when they finally showed up to see the astonished looks on their faces. “That’s twice!” he told Chris.

They made their rounds, greeting friends from in town and family that had come from as far away as Fort Worth. We all dug into huge piles of delicious Rudy’s BBQ, passed around champagne, toasted the couple, cut into a large and delicious chocolate cake, and whiled away the rest of the evening with music, dancing, good conversation and the company of friends. We even launched into an unrehearsed rendition of The Chicken Dance at one point, recognizing that the crowd was receptive.

The night was a thorough delight, and everything we’d hoped that it would be. Many thanks to the McNeels for hosting and to everyone else who was involved in making it a special time for some very special people.

Emily left yesterday for her annual pilgrimage to visit with Kathy’s folks and Martha — a 3 1/2 week stint this year. She was supposed to leave Monday, but her plane had a flat tire, and she wouldn’t have made her connecting flight, so she and Kathy had to come all the way back home from the airport and get up at 4:00am to return the next morning.

In spite of all that, she’s up to New York safely, and we’re already missing her. Have fun, kiddo!

Long-time readers of this weblog may remember The Amazing Pneumatic Cannon, a potato gun I built several years ago. Unfortunately, it suffered an ignominious end when it fell from the back of the car and broke.

Jason and I recently decided that for our next mad-science project (after the trebuchet and water rocket) we would build potato cannons. His writeup is here on his weblog. I’ll post some video once I get it put together.

My first encounter with a theremin occurred when I was about seven years old. We had gone up to Oklahoma City to visit my grandfather and decided to spend the afternoon at the Omniplex, a marvelous hands-on science museum near the zoo. Among the kinetic sculpture, the demonstrations of various physical principles, and the periscope to the outdoors, I stumbled aross a big, yellow plastic box with two handprints on its top.

I began to fool around with it, and was thrilled to discover the range of sound I could elicit from the box merely by waving my hands around. It sure beat practicing scales on the piano! Other attractions in the cavernous Omniplex soon pulled me away, but the theremin left its mark, so I was quite excited when I later started to notice its distinctive sounds in various movie soundtracks. Years later I even tried to simulate it in part of the soundtrack for The Screaming Electric Pumpkin.

In spite of the repeated encounters with the instrument, I had no idea that there was a level of mastery above that of making spooky noises, so I was floored to hear, while listening to a Radio Netherlands Documentary on the instrument, an absolutely beautiful rendition of The Swan, by Camille Saint-Saens. I had learned the piece on cello in middle school, but never played it half as expressively as it was rendered here by Clara Rockman, widely regarded as one of the best players in the instrument’s brief history.

The documentary played several other lovely works of “precision theremin” which sealed my reevaluation of the instrument. If you have any interest in electronic music at all, I highly recommend giving the documentary a listen.