It’s been a busy holiday around chez McMains. Thursday night, Kathy and I headed down to San Antonio to visit with Ross and his newly-minted fiance Johanna who were in town for a visit with his family. We ate enchiladas and talked the night away, excitedly discussing Johanna’s latest writing projects, the success of Boom! Studios, the engagement, and what our old mutual friends are up to. As always, it was great to see them, and especially wonderful to see the decade-old decision to move to Los Angeles paying off handsomely for Ross, both in business and personally.

On Friday the whole family helped (or, in the case of some of the kids, “helped”) Chris and Becky as they moved into their new home, a really neat little Tudor cum Texan house a few blocks away from where they had been living. It went surprisingly quickly and painlessly, due in large part to Chris’ prudent hiring of both a U-Haul and a couple of guys who were flinging furniture around with an aplomb that put the rest of us to shame. We toured the new digs, found and admired giant acorns, enjoyed a first meal in the house, and had a little house blessing and an inaugural game of hide-and-seek. It should be a great place for the two of them; I look forward to seeing it all put into order and being lived in and enjoyed.

On the way home, we stopped in Wimberley for the Trail of Lights and the Emily Ann Theater. We enjoyed the various displays that community organizations had put together up and down the side of the hill that the theater includes, and huddled around a bonfire with some friends we bumped into for roasting of marshmallows and hot dogs and singing of Christmas Carols, manfully led acapella by a singer whose guitarists had abandoned him.

On Christmas Eve, we spent a good portion of the day fiddling about the house, making cornbread, chili, and cookies for the guests we would be hosting for Christmas. My cousin Tanya and her husband Ken, who are great favorites with the children, stopped by for a nice visit in the afternoon. As evening approached, Chris and Becky showed up. We all milled and visited about the house for a while until time came for “midnight” mass (which started at 10:15pm) at St. Mark’s. We enjoyed singing carols and participating in the service (admittedly in a somewhat disjointed fashion, since we’d not gotten a copy of the program with the responsive readings), and were joined there by Mom McMains and her housemate Julia.

Christmas morning dawned bright, clear, and warm. We had worn the kids out enough with the late night that they didn’t spring out of bed until a decent hour — a surprising change of pace from the usual Christmas morning experience. The neatly wrapped pile of presents quickly became a whirlwind of wrapping paper, laughter, packing material, shrieks, and toys. I was pleased this year to receive an absolute minimum of practical gifts. Chris got me a Lazer Tag Master Blaster, which he, Dad McMains and I put to good use later in the day. Kathy conspired with Grant and absolutely floored me with a Babkcz Identity Guitar. Grant has been playing one of these for a couple of months, and I’d been really impressed with his. Kathy was excited about her gift of a new iPod, especially once she realized that it would hold not only our entire music collection, but also all 13,000 photos in our family photo library.

After a good deal of eating, a few walks, some Lazer Tag, a spritied game of RoboRally, our guests began to wander home. Once we’d cleaned up and straightening the house a bit, the whole family gathered around the advent wreath for the last time this year, at long last getting to light all of the candles. We then put the capper on our Christmas with a viewing of the Mystery Science Theater 3000 version of Santa Claus Conquers the Martians. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Christmas break is upon us, and what does that mean? Another chance for silly projects!

My good friend Jason Young mentioned at a party a while back that he wanted to build a trebuchet. We’ve bandied the idea about a bit since then, and finally decided that this would be the week. Emily, Liam and I descended on Chez Young Monday afternoon and stayed until Tuesday evening, alternately playing video games, eating pizza, and working with power tools. The results of our labor? An 11 foot tall trebuchet that threw potatoes over 100 feet. (We think we could have gotten a good deal more distance out of it with some adjustments, but night was coming on fast, and we were pretty happy with our initial effort.)

For all the details, see Jason’s excellent and extensive post on the subject or enjoy the video:

Or “Tyre”, for you continental types.

I’ve been riding my bike to work for the last year and a half. Since I’m doing it more for the transportation and the exercise than for the fun of it, the mechanics of dinking around with the bike to keep it going have little appeal to me. Our local bike shop, Pedal Power, is manned by a great bunch of folks who do a wonderful job of relieving me of most of the boring maintenance work. They have, however, refused to send out a representative to my house once a week to check on my bike’s tire pressure for me. (Well, no, I didn’t actually ask them. There’s a point when the embarrassment about being a lazy slug actually outweighs the laziness itself.)

So I had an idea: a valve stem that would capture some of the kinetic energy from the tire’s motion and use it to keep the tire inflated at an optimum pressure. Lo, behold: someone’s beaten me to making something of the sort (which should come as no surprise: see my earlier point on being lazy). Nakano Iron Works has built a hub that does essentially what I wanted. It’s a bit more involved to install than a valve stem would be, but I have hopes that it will start coming preinstalled on bikes in the future.

WARNING: Technical post ahead. If you come just for the latest funny stories about the kids, it’s safe to skip this.

Chrismo always seems to be bellwether for my professional programming efforts. He flopped over to doing Java work a while before I did, ranted about Extreme Programming a year or two before it gained momentum, and has been great for conversations on programming (as well as “meaning of life” and “how to live as a believing musician who pays the bills with computers”) topics.

Thus, when he began rumbling about Ruby a while back, I was intrigued, but had lots of other things going on, so didn’t really follow up. Since then, the language has gained considerable momentum and built up a sizable community. After some conversations with Greg and with the drop-dead sexiness of Ruby on Rails (and its super-easy AJAX support), I’ve decided it is time to dig in. (Seth points out that AJAX is also easy to implement in Conversant, the CMS on which this website runs!)

I’m starting with “Programming Ruby (Second Edition)” because it was in the library here, and will move onto Rails-specific stuff once I’ve digested the fundamentals of the language. So far, it’s interesting stuff — the highly-dynamic nature of the language is a bit unsettling after being in Java-land for so long, but it seems well thought-out, flexible, and extensible in very interesting ways. Eventually, inspired a bit by Jason’s speculative reading statistics, I hope to build out at least part of a “what I’m reading” Web 2.0-style application that Zach and I have talked about (and which he actually did some work on for a programming contest a few months back). Should be fun!

Last Christmas, I purchased a few games from Looney Labs for Kathy. Yesterday, we received an envelope from them in the mail. Inside was not only a Christmas card, but also three new cards for FLUXX, one of the games we bought!

That sort of thing definitely makes me want to continue to support this band of merry game makers and their fine work. So go buy something!

Last night, I started home from work a bit early, as there was a winter weather advisory in effect and Buda, a few miles north of San Marcos, was already getting sleet. This was fine with me, as I had ordered a Roomba a while back, and it was due for delivery. Since the thing is supposed to be charged for 3 hours before use, I figured I could get home, plug it in, we could go for our Wednesday night Bible study, and have a chance to try it out by the kids’ bedtime. It was also a great motivator — “Who wants to try it in their room first? [Evil paternal laugh] Well, you have to pick up your toys from the floor!”

(Sidenote: why can’t companies that manufacture products with rechargable batteries ship them charged? Don’t they know we want to play with our toys when we get them, not plug them into the wall and stare at the charge indicator for hours? Apple learned this lesson a while back, and now ships iPods and laptops with a charge so that they can be used out of the box.)

The Roomba arrived more or less on schedule, and we popped down the street for our evening of spaghetti and scripture. I cut out with the kids a bit early so that they could get their bedtime chores done and get ready for school, after which we turned the Roomba loose in Liam’s room. It was absolutely hilarious to watch the kids dance out of its way, shove little piles of dirt in front of it, and shout “Come on, Roomba! over here!” as it ground its unpredictable way around the floor. We took it down to Abby’s room and repeated the drill there until it decided it didn’t have the power to continue any longer.

The temperature was continuing to drop, and I was looking forward to finishing up Jade Empire, so I got the kids bundled up, and was about to send them off to their beds when the lights dimmed and then went out altogether. The children were understandably a bit startled and concerned to find themselves plunged abruptly into darkness, but we called out each other and managed to find each other by touch in the hallway. Once linked up, we went on a blind quest for matches and candles, both of which we eventually found, though not without several stubbed toes and comical flailings. (“Why not flashlights?” you may be wondering. Have you ever tried to keep flashlights around in a house full of kids? I can’t remember the last time I saw a working flashlight around our house, in spite of many, many purchases.)

We set up Liam’s room as our campground with extra blankets and a small array of candles on a shelf by the window. After getting everybody settled in, we read Chapter 11 of The Chronicles of Narnia: A Horse and His Boy, wherein Shasta meets Aslan face to face for the first time, interrupted from time to time by abortive attempts by the power company to get things running again. (“[click] Hey, the lights are on. Awwwww! Now we have to blow out the…[click] Yaaaay!”)

The power finally came back on to stay around 9:45; the kids slipped back to their appropriate bedrooms, and we snuggled under our covers, drifting off to the sound of the winter wind as it rattled around outside.

Watch in wonder and pleasure as Tom Bartlett gently tweaks the nose of corporate America. For some reason I find this sort of thing very, very amusing.

Microsoft announced today that they’re closing Digital Anvil, their Austin game studio. It’s a shame to see another Austin studio go the way of Origin, though in retrospect, it makes me glad that I didn’t get the job when I interviewed there. They seemed a good bunch, though, and it sounds like Microsoft is making an effort at least to accomodate those folks who want to move to Redmond. Good luck, guys!

After stuffing ourselves silly on Thanksgiving Day, we decided to work off those extra calories with a Black Friday Lazer Curry Shootout. We gathered at Mom McMains’ house, gobbled a couple of delicious curries that Becky had put together with a bit of help from Kathy and my cousin Tanya, and then lumbered off to the neighborhood park for some Lazer Tag.

Thanks to some additions from Chris, we had nine guns, all of which were pressed into service as we leaped over creekbeds, pushed through forests, and climbed up and around huge oaks. Alternating between King of the Hill, Capture the Flag, and Free-for-All games, we had a superb time plugging away at each other and getting some good exercise to boot.

Once everyone got a bit tuckered out, we retired to the playground for conversation and some less running-intensive play. Barry provides a really nice writeup of that time here, focusing on the fun that was had with using the merry-go-round and other playground equipment as a large-scale physics lab. (I spent about an hour working on figuring out how quickly we’d have to spin the merry-go-round to get one gravity of centrifugal force, but still haven’t been able to get the math to work out!)

Update: Jason provides the math. A few notes in reply, since his comment system is being grouchy:

Hehe. Excellent. I had gone down this road a bit, but I found contradictory formulas, and my math wasn’t working out. Thanks for delving in!

One can simplify this formula a bit by solving for acceleration, rather than force. (You need the force to figure out how strong to make the merry-go-round, but only the acceleration to figure out how to get up to 1G.) Once you do that, the mass doesn’t figure in any more.

Further, to get a pure 1G lateral acceleration in the presence of the normal 1G downward acceleration, you’d need infinite speed, I’m afraid — the combined vector will approach horizontal asymptotically, but since there’s always that downward element (however infinitesimal it may get by comparison to the outward force), it will never become purely horizontal.

Our holiday weekend was superb. We enjoyed the semi-traditional Thanksgiving shuffle on Thursday, dropping by two celebrations, one for each side of the family. Great food and wonderful people (some of whom we don’t get to see very often) combined for a thoroughly enjoyable holiday. (Becky’s brother Bill, with whom we’d spent some time running around London in the summer, was in Texas for a visit. We enjoyed catching up with him again a great deal.)

After the Black Friday Lazer Curry Shoot-Out, Emily stayed over with Ken & Tanya in San Antonio, who had graciously offered to let her hang out with them for the evening and much of the next day. I hauled the other kids up to Austin Saturday morning for a free showing of The Strongest Man in the World at the Alamo Drafthouse — part of their Saturday Morning Kids Club series. It’s always fun to watch some silly old Disney movie while sucking on root beers and enjoying the unique atmosphere of the Drafthouse. On the way back from Austin, we stopped at the recently opened Cabela’s in Buda and ogled stuffed animals, fish, and kayaks. The place feels like Wal-Mart for the outdoor set, but with even more guns. It is nonetheless entertaining to stroll around for a while. Ken & Tanya brought Emily back around dinner time, and we all enjoyed Kathy’s marvelous Chicken Tortilla Soup and then hung around and visited for several more hours. Since family gatherings are usually pretty hectic, crowded affairs, it was nice to have the opportunity to sit and talk with them at more length and with fewer interruptions than we usually can.

On Sunday, since the University where our church usually meets was closed for the holiday, we split up and met at several different homes around town. At our meeting, we had a substantial brunch, sang a few songs, visited a lot, and took communion. While lighter on teaching than Sunday mornings usually are, everybody seemed to really enjoy the format. Later that afternoon, Liam and I slipped off for a couple hours to help with some of the Sights and Sounds of Christmas setup, which mostly consisted of lugging heavy plywood walls from a trailer to where they’d be set up. Liam also acted as our Ambassador to Dogs.

We wrapped up a long and full weekend with a small family observance of the first Sunday of Advent, the beginning of the Christian year. Though our church doesn’t currently pay much attention to such things, I’ve found their observance very meaningful and try to keep them in mind around the house. We discussed the meaning of Advent (always an interesting exercise with five and six year olds involved), sang “O Come, O Come Emmanuel”, and lit the first candle on the advent wreath (also an interesting, and potentially hazardous, exercise). It’s exciting to see how people — kids especially — will respond vitally to symbols, sinking further in than yet another repetition of doctrine would. Our practice of faith is richer and deeper when we not only involve the mind, but also the heart.