Welcome to the future: Makerbot Playsets are a set of 3D models for dolls and dollhouse accessories. Why buy your kids toys from a store when you can print them yourself at home, using free models downloaded from the Internet?

I took advantage of the holiday to go skiing with Kevin M. at Crystal Mountain. The recent snow meant the slopes were covered with seven inches of fresh powder, and the flakes kept falling all day.

This was the strongest season opener I can remember – I felt good and skied fast all day. Despite the holiday weekend, there were no significant crowds – we skied almost straight on to the lifts, waiting one or two chairs at most.

We struck a compromise between Kevin’s interest in deep powder and my preference for steep, smooth, fast runs, and both had a good day. I got to try out some of the new terrain Crystal opened up when they built the Northway chair a couple of years ago; we skipped the new gondola, though.

I wore my new ski pants and they performed well. I did find one change I need to make – I neglected the fly topstitching, and it makes the whole thing gape a bit. That’ll be easy enough to fix. Aside from that I have no complaints: the pants are comfortable and useful, and they kept me warm all day.

I was disappointed to learn that the traditional wire hangers for lift tickets are obsolete – I was careful to include a D-ring in the waistband of my new pants so that I’d have somewhere to clip the ticket! Oh, well, apparently all the ski resorts have gone RFID now, so you just brush your pocket against a sensor when you get on the base lift, and that’s that.

Beloved wife and her cat enjoying the snow. Flakes have been falling all day, and it’s sticking – there’s a good inch or two piled up out there now. This is a good day to stay inside with some hot tea.

Ava wanted some plywood pieces for an art project she is working on, so we walked over to ALTSpace and I helped her learn how to use the table saw. She was a little intimidated but got the hang of it quickly.

We took the cat over with us, where he entertained himself by patrolling the workbenches hunting for dust-bunnies. Despite persistently demanding that we open up his favorite window so he could stick his head out and watch the weather, he was not at all interested in the physical reality of snow when we put him out into it. There’s something really adorable about harmless kitty indignation.

This Fast Company article makes a case for shorter work weeks as a sensible, even inevitable solution to economic contraction. This echoes a thought that’s been circling my mind during the political debate over the last year or two. Every candidate goes on and on about their plan for “creating jobs”, and every tax issue is debated in terms of its impact on “job creators”. Economic growth seems to be defined in terms of the number of 40-hour full-time jobs available. Everyone seems to ignore the fact that there’s no fundamental reason the amount of work available should correlate neatly to the number of people who need to support themselves. Economies do not scale in a linear fashion.

The computer industry, in particular, is all about sub-linear scaling. This is particularly important as the big story of the last 30 years has been the spread of computing into all other industries, and into practically all areas of life. This spread will continue for the forseeable future; it’s not going to be possible to talk about a “computer industry” for much longer, because it will be nothing more than the economy itself. How do we keep on “creating jobs” in a world where the dominant technological trend derives its value from automating away any trace of manual, repetitive work?

It seems clear to me that we as a society are either going to have find some way to invent meaningless work for people to do, so that we can justify giving them enough money to live on, or we are going to have to increase the number of people who can have a share of the remaining work by reducing the amount of work each person does. Redefining the standard full-time work week downward sounds like a reasonable way to accomplish the latter.

I’d be delighted to have a shorter work week, actually. I love the work I do, and intend to keep on doing it for years or decades to come, but there are quite a lot of other things I’d also like to do. I’d happily accept a reduced salary if it freed up a corresponding amount of time to pursue reading, making, adventuring, and socializing.

Minute Physics explains why the color pink is an illusion and where the perception of the color pink comes from.

I ride my motorcycle to work every day. The last few winters have included stretches of freezing temperatures with icy or snowy roads, so I’d expected that I’d have to spend a month or so driving or taking the bus instead, but so far the weather has remained mild.

There are no assigned spaces in the Google parking garage, but as a motorcyclist I can fit into otherwise-inaccessible spaces, so I always slide my bike in to a certain half-width slot next to the door. It happens to be right next to the bank of EV charging stations. Seeing that line of Leafs and Volts every morning has gotten me thinking….

I’ve looked at commercial electric bikes, of course, and either the Brammo Enertia or the Zero S would make a great commuter. There’s just no way I’m spending $10k-plus on a motorcycle no matter how cool it is, and electric motorcycles haven’t been around long enough for a used market to develop. I might be able to talk myself into considering a used Zero S if it were even half the price, but it’ll be five or ten years before that’s an option.

In the meantime, I’ve been thinking about building an electric trike for Burning Man, using bits of mountain bike frames, a pair of deep-cycle batteries, and a 24-volt motor. But what if I took it further? I could mount six batteries, a beefier controller, and a 72-volt motor onto the frame of some cheap bike from Craigslist, preferably one with a blown engine, for a total parts cost around $2500. This is not a novel concept; there are dozens of tutorials on the web showing off various conversions, and you can buy all the difficult bits of electrical engineering as commercial modules. Most of the work would be in the fabrication, and I’ve got a workshop with a MIG welder handy…

Once I’ve got this electric bike, then, it’s easy to see how to charge it at work, but what to do at home? I could roll it up into the alley behind my apartment and throw a cord out the window, perhaps. Or I could rig up a charging station out in front of ALTSpace.

That suggests an interesting problem. How do I secure this charging station? Electricity costs money, and if I stick an EV charging station on the sidewalk, people other than me are going to plug their cars into it, and I’ll end up paying. It clearly needs some kind of lock. But what if people could just pay to use the charger, using something like those fancy parking meters the City of Seattle installed a few years ago?

Perhaps this is a way to help drive the build-out of EV charging infrastructure. There’s currently a weak incentive for people to install EV charging stations for their customers, but the incentive could be much stronger if the chargers would pay for themselves. I imagine the installation cost might be on the order of $1000 per unit. Car owners would park, pay for some number of kilowatt-hours, plug in, and go about their business. The station owner would pick some markup over the base per-kWH rate. It would obviously take a long time to pay for the charger given current levels of EV penetration, but it might be enough of a boost to get a few ecologically-minded property owners to sign on. There’s also a potential marketing boost; EV owners are likely to be well-off compared to the population at large, and sticking an EV charging station in front of your business is a good way to get them to come to your shop instead of someone else’s.

Postscript: well, what do you know, I’m not the first one to think of this.

A series of photos with captions explaining why Seattle is objectively superior to the place you grew up. With comments such as

In the ’60s, the federal government tried to confiscate this mountain range under the principle that it’s not fair for one city to have so much view.

and

Seattle invented bricks and mortar in the 5th century BC. Then in the 20th century AD, it invented Amazon.com and made them obsolete.

I’ve been reading Two Sides of the Moon, a dual autobiography of the space race. Dave Scott tells his story from the American side of things, and Alexei Leonov shares a Russian perspective.

I was a gung-ho space nut in the ’80s, so Scott’s half of the book covers familiar ground. It’s competent and friendly, but pedestrian; I don’t think I would recommend it as a stand-alone read. Paired up with Leonov’s account, though, it’s a lot of fun. Nobody in America really knew what the Russians were doing during the space race, and we never heard much about the cosmonauts or the progress of their space program – just the propaganda highlights. Scott and Leonov trade chapters back and forth, in roughly chronological order, and getting to watch each other’s space program through foreign eyes is what really makes the book work.

As a child of the Cold War I grew up thinking of the USSR as an oppressive wasteland run by power-mad hypocrites; their space accomplishments were scary and threatening. Through Leonov’s eyes, you see the pride and straightforward human enthusiasm that went into it all. The political posturing is miles away; what matters in this tale is the ingenuity, courage, and resourcefulness that made the milestone flights happen.

When I got in to work this morning, the office was dark and there was nobody around. Google apparently considers both New Year’s Eve *and* New Year’s Day to be holidays, and since those events fall on weekend days this year, we end up with a four-day weekend. Well, okay. I did a little work but it’s hard to get much done when there is nobody around to review your code.

I’m back home now, thinking about walking over to ALTSpace to do some more work on the dress for Jeanine. I brought a muslin down to Sacramento for an in-person fitting, and it came out reasonably well. I had to add another bust dart and take in the existing one, but overall size and style worked out nicely.

I spent some of the long hours on the drive home thinking about the projects I want to work on in the upcoming year. As far as Burning Man goes, I haven’t thought much about whether I’ll go, but in any case it seems like a good year to avoid getting involved in a big project. I have a few mid-sized projects that have been rolling around in the back of my head for a few years, and this might be the summer to tackle them.

Specifically, I’m still thinking about that laser angel costume. After doing the motorcycle seat last summer, I feel confident I can handle the leather sewing involved in the armor pieces, and after a year’s worth of high-current LED projects I have some new ideas for the lighting effects. I’ve also learned how to work with laser-cut acrylic, which could add a lot of sparkle and shape to the design.

The other project vying for priority is the Playa-Time clock system. I think I would try to recruit a group to help me build this one, since it’s very much the sort of work that can be parallelized. Besides, it somehow seems fitting that a custom time zone for the playa ought to be created by a group rather than an individual.

I’ve come down to Sacramento for the annual family Christmas. Ava brought her cat, Oedipuss, whose curiosity and positive attitude make a well-tempered traveler. We had Christmas dinner on the 23rd, as has become usual for us; there are many other families tied in to ours now and it’s easier for us to shift back a day than for all of those others to accommodate us.

Mom hosted the dinner but we all produced it – different people took on each course. Ava and I stopped at the Pike Place Market on the way out and picked up a whole steelhead, which we baked with dill and lemon. Others prepared an onion-mushroom consomme, kale-pomegranate salad, roast ham – I can’t even remember all the courses. It’s really nice to watch the family grow up and continue to become more a small community of adults and less a mob of children. Reminds me a little of my burner community in Seattle…

We’ll be visiting in Sacramento for a couple more days. We don’t have much planned but I’m sure we will find ways to hang out with family. This afternoon I took a nap on my mom’s living room floor and now we’re doing the laptop zombie line on the couch with Carolyn and Jeanine. Come to think of it, this might be a good time to make Jeanine try on that muslin I mocked up and see about adjusting its fit.

George R. R. Martin knows what he is doing. A couple of chapters after I nearly threw the whole story out in disgust, a trip east to check in on Daenerys went surprisingly well. She has her travails, of course, but I’ve begun to wonder whether her branch of the story – largely disconnected from the rest – was included specifically to give the reader a break from the misery of self-immolating Westeros.

I started reading George R. R. Martin’s unfinished seven-volume series “A Song of Ice and Fire” a couple of weeks ago, and I’ve made it part way through book three, “A Storm of Swords”. The first book was delightful; the writing sparkled, and it’s always fun to discover a well-imagined fantasy world. As the story has unwound, though, it has become almost unbearably grim, a relentless litany of betrayal and misfortune, and I’m not sure I will bother to finish it.

The dark tone may be a function of the story’s great length, as book three is only approaching the middle of the tale, and one expects the tension to build up toward some climax. There’s a flow to a good story, like there’s a flow to music. You build up to a small peak, ebb back for a rest, build up to a bigger peak, ebb back again, until you push across the crest, then all the threads of the tale cascade together as you ride down the far side.

In “Song of Ice and Fire”, though, there’s plenty of tension, but never a moment to stop and breathe. Every glimpse of apparent peace just sets someone up for a new betrayal; every near accomplishment is merely preparation for a greater catastrophe. I find myself detaching from the characters, unable to care about their troubles and hopes, because the author seems determined to inflict so much pain on them that there will be nothing left to celebrate when the conflicts are finally resolved.

Part of what made the first book so much fun was the strength of the author’s novel perspective on the whole fantasy-adventure idea, but it’s come to seem less like he’s reinventing fantasy and more like he’s simply demolishing it. Let go of romance, he seems to say, let go of all those pretty myths; forget all those notions about the Knights of the Round Table. Let me show you what it’s really like. It was fun, at first, but it’s grown stale. The misery has become predictable and is no longer interesting, and I’m growing impatient for the payoff. What is it I’m supposed to be enjoying about this story? Why should I slog through thousands more pages of this if the characters I like are only going to fail, suffer, and die? If the author wants to keep the story going he needs to start throwing in some surprises where things actually go right for a change.

I’ve started using a new Galaxy Nexus phone in place of the old Blackberry Curve I got from Ava. The touchscreen keyboard is better than I expected. It’s still weird not to be able to feel the button click, but the touch pads are much bigger than the physical keys I’m used to, so it’s not actually any harder to hit the letters I aim for. I’ve stuck with the Blackberry this long largely because I didn’t like the idea of a touchscreen, but it’s really not so bad.

In honor of Kim Jong-il’s passing, here’s a retrospective gallery of DJ Dear Leader’s most memorable performances.

This enormous digital clock kit looks like it would make a good base for the “playa-time” project I’ve been wanting to set up at Burning Man some year. 9.4″ x 2.7″ is pretty big – it’d be easy to see, even up on a 10′ pole.

I like psychedelic trance music. I like it a lot. I listen to hours of it every day at work, in fact, and have done so for years. I used to maintain a constantly growing collection of albums, but these days I mostly just listen to Radio Progressive or Divbyzero.

A friend with similar tastes related a conversation he had with his wife. “Why do you like psytrance so much?”, she asked; “it’s so driving and repetitive!”. “Exactly-” he replied, “it’s so driving and repetitive!”

Good psytrance really is driving and repetitive, but that’s just the foundation. The steady pulse of the 4/4 kick and the robotic throb of the rolling 16th-note bassline that define the style free the composer up to go completely nuts in the higher registers. When it’s really hitting the mark it feels you are riding some giant machine, surfing on a railway engine as it roars down the track. Underfoot it’s massive power and rumbling vibration, overhead it’s all lightning and meteors, a crackling network of interlocking arpeggios hissing and sparking and melting together. It’s power and clarity and unstoppable energy, and at its best it completely swallows you up.

Of course all music ebbs and flows, but the most satisfying moments when listening to psytrance are the points where it feels like the music has found a steady state: the entire sonic spectrum is full, the machine is powered up and roaring away, throttle wide open. I stand in front of the PA system and it feels like standing in the waves at the beach – endless, they roll in, lift you up, push you back, pull you forward, and all you can do is ride.

I was rummaging through my fabric bins hoping for inspiration on Saturday and saw a small piece of some quilted material, a cotton/dacron/cotton sandwich, left over from a pair of pants I made several years ago. The idea of a short vest for Ava popped into mind, and I proceeded to stitch it up, using a bit of embroidered silk for collar trim. It’s a neat little high-waisted thing, lined, with four silver buttons and an inner pocket. I’ll try to get a picture later, if I can convince Ava to model it. A quick, simple project was a nice break after the highly technical ski pants.

Ava and I are going to get a little Christmas tree later tonight – we’re planning to put it on our coffee table. I spent a couple of hours with a soldering iron this afternoon getting ready, and now we have a ten-foot string of animated lights to wrap around it. Yes, that’s right: each light is driven by its own 20 MHz RISC processor. Technological overkill? Certainly – but it was also cheaper than running them all on a single controller would have been.

I finished the ski pants last night, fancy trapezoidal belt loops and all. That was really rather a lot of work, but I’m delighted with the result. Now I want to go back and spiff up last year’s jacket to match – redo the collar, I think, and add a lining.

I’ll be showing them off at the ALTSpace open house tonight!

7.0″ TFT display, 24-bit RGB, 800×480 pixels. Might be useful for that dual-screen, eight-core microcontroller-driven laptop concept I keep flirting with.

Yves Rossy is at it again, flying in formation with a couple of fighter-jets using a custom built delta-wing jetpack. It’s like watching a guy on a motorcycle race a couple of Formula-1 cars, except they’re all flying.

I got my motorcycle back today. It was a bit cold out but perfectly clear, and it was nice to ride around a little after work. The rear brake lever is adjusted a little strangely but the brake works fine. The new tire looks exactly as it should, and the new clutch works smoothly. Now that I have the machine back in hand – four weeks later! – I can finally replace the munched headlight with the eBay replacement that has been sitting on my shelf collecting dust.

I spent a couple more hours on the ski pants tonight. This project has definitely taken longer than I expected, but these pants are also the most complex garment I’ve ever constructed, and I’m pushing the finish level as hard as I know how. I want this garment to last for at least five seasons, and I want to feel comfortable and look stylish the whole time, so I’m taking my time getting it right. Tonight I inserted some darts into the waistband, stitched the inner seam down, and got about halfway through the belt loops (ballistic nylon trapezoids, lined with supplex – no raw edges exposed anywhere!). One more evening should be enough to finish the belt loops and cuffs.

Air Light Time & Space is having an open house:
Wednesday November 30th from 7 pm til 10 pm
Wine and snacks will be served
Show-and-tell: bring something you have made, or something you are working on – let’s inspire each other!
Open to the community, please bring guests.
If this goes well we will make it a regular weekly event.

A.L.T.Space is located at 2318 E. Cherry Street, at the corner of 23rd Avenue, across the street from Garfield.
Look for the tall metal gate next to the row of garage doors – our door is at the end of the narrow courtyard on the right.

All the major shell pieces are cut out. The articulated knees are finished and the rear pockets are sewn on. I’ve also made a lining: it’s a nylon / dacron / interfacing sandwich, quilted together. I haven’t decided whether it will have elastic cuffs independent of the shell, or whether the shell & lining cuffs will just be sewn together.

Next I will make some zippered front pockets, and I should have enough time to sew up the main body seams tonight. That’ll leave the zipper fly, the waistband, and the cuffs for tomorrow.

I spent a couple of hours working on shop improvements today, too. The heat in the south half of the space was not working, and it was uncomfortably chilly in there last night. We’d been talking about installing programmable thermostats anyway, so I bought a pair. Now the shop will heat itself up during the day and cool back down at night – it should already be warm for the first person who arrives. Also I got a dozen more little plastic bins for the big wooden cabinet: two of its eight shelves are now devoted to little containers. We’ll put all the sewing and crafting tools in there, and some of the sewing notions too.

I ordered supplies for another project: I’m going to build a set of microcontroller-driven Christmas-tree lights. Each light will incorporate a miniaturized version of the controller I used on the Shame Project, which will drive a standard (low-power) LED. It will run the same evolving rhythm pattern generator algorithm, but I’m going to tweak the color selector: the colors will be fully saturated and limited to the range from red to green. That is, the lights will use reds, oranges, yellows, and greens in varying brightness, but no blue, white, pink, or purple.

New idea for a very old problem: buffer-centric IO is a nifty zero-copy input abstraction.

Last winter I made a custom ski jacket out of gore-tex and ballistic nylon. It’s getting up near winter again, and I am thinking about designing a matching pair of trousers. I’ve been wearing a cheap pair of waterproof overalls for the last five or six years, and while they do the job they are neither flattering nor especially comfortable. The cuffs are also pretty well slashed up by errant ski edges.

My concept is a slim, bell-bottom style pant with a contrasting quarter-panel on the front outside thigh, plus articulated ballistic nylon knee inserts and wide cuff covers. A double waistband with integrated poly-webbing belt would keep snow out. Contrasting, top-stitched patch pockets with hidden zippers would provide a safe place to stash keys or a cell phone, and a thin line of retroreflective piping would add a hint of flash to the side seams.

Ava and I went out to La Push this weekend to celebrate her birthday. It was dark by the time we rolled in on Friday, but Saturday was clear and bright. We got up late and spent the day rambling around on the beach. It was cold but there was very little wind so it was easy to bundle up and stay comfortable.

The River’s Edge Restaurant has a disappointingly thin seafood menu for a place next door to the fishing marina. It was expensive and not very good – we’ll bring our own food next time.

Sunday we drove out to Neah Bay, bought some smoked steelhead, and hiked out the short trail to the end of Cape Flattery. I love that place, standing out on what feels like the edge of the world, nothing but Tatoosh Island with its little lighthouse, then half a planet’s worth of ocean.

We found some bullwhip kelp washed up on the beach the day before, and it was fun to see the floating forest of live specimens swaying in the low tide around the sea stacks.

It lights up the room really well – the light is focused directly down on Ava’s desk, but it’s enough light for the whole room, and it brightens up the walkway outside too.

I don’t have equipment to measure the power spectrum, but subjectively the light appears a little too warm. The new power supply runs the white LEDs at a lower current level than I’d originally planned; I would guess they are putting out about 75% of the planned lumens. It’s not bad – it’s very comfortable, easily the warmest light I’ve ever seen out of a non-incandescent light. If I were going to build another light using the same driver, I’d use a different ratio, but this device will do its job nicely.

I spent a quiet afternoon today soldering up an array of LM317 current regulators, attaching them to the LEDs, and running up a pair of power rails. It sounds simple but there were many little pieces of wire to cut, strip, and tin, and the whole thing took about five hours. Ava came along and helped out, which was fun.

ALTSpace was really hopping – there were people in and out all day. Cassie was doing some paper cutting work, Jason and a friend of his spent a couple hours building computers out of all the spare parts he has on his workbench, Mel was working away on jewelry, Brian did some beer brewing, and a couple from Austin stopped by just because they happened to be in town. It was great. One of my big goals for ALTSpace was to create a social hub and it’s great to see that happening.