Granier

Another cool ride with Hank up the "other" side of the Granier. The tubulars are apparently well glued on :). Also, there was some kind of classic car rally, so we got to watch lots of beautiful old cars drive by.

park, etc

I did a nice ride with Hank up the Granier this morning (video soon) and when I got back, it was time to take care of the little monsters. The first order of business was to go pick up Zoe's new bike, which was locked to the bike stand at her school (her nanny does not have room for it in her car). Alex, Zoe and I walked there, with me walking the bike, and Alex insisting on going in the bike seat despite the fact that I was not actually *riding* the bike. When we were about halfway there, Zoe and I decided that it would be okay if I rode the bike, but only if I went really slowly. This went fine for a while, but even at the slowest pace I could muster without the bike toppling over, Zoe had to run. I found it inexplicably hilarious to have Zoe running in front of and behind me giggling and mock complaining about how I was compelling her to run. She did end up running quite an impressive distance however, and we eventually made it to school, where she unlocked her bike and set off back home. Alex and I were right behind her, and although Zoe is quite good on the bike, in absolute terms it is a little slow going. I therefore needed to put my feet down from time to time, which caused Alex much consternation for some reason. I would put my foot down, and then I would hear "PAPA! pied LA!" and point to the pedal. It actually took me a long time to figure out what exactly he wanted.

This morning I set off on a ride with a Fast Guy from Work (I guess that makes me the Slow Guy from Work) over a bunch of cols. First was Placette: easy grades, nice pavement, good surfaces. It's the standard warmup for many Chartreuse rides from this part of the valley. At the col, it was up to a small hamlet called L'Ayat, then a beautiful descent through gorges to Voiron (where Chartreuse is made, and Bonnat for the chocophiles ). From there, on to Mille Martyrs, a beautiful descent through Miribel, across the plains and then up towards Porte. Before Porte, however, we roll through a gorge that neither of us remembers as being very hard, but this time it is kicking my ass. Lots of extended sections of ten percent -- how could I not remember this?! Next: Porte proper. The last few km of Porte really ground me down. FGfW is long gone, turning the small cogs. My memory was playing evil tricks on me and every bend looked like the penultimate, but in every case (except one!) I was greeted with another long sweeping turn of climbing. Eventually the col appeared, glorius and sun drenched. Then it was descent time again, with a little bit more climbing up to Quaix, and then home. All told it was 102km, 2300m of climbing. Also, I gave up on the climbing challenge. Video below

Poo

Today I went for a long ride. When I came back, Chloe had that "I NEED OUT" look on her face after a little too much time with the feuding kids. Indeed, she was already in her running gear, and was out the door a few minutes after I wheeled my bike in the door. There was some cleaning to do, so I immediately got to work, and didn't even have a chance to take my bib shorts off! Happily, the kids were occupying themselves in their room building a tower with blocks. To find more blocks, Zoe was sending alex under the dresser to retrieve more blocks. A word of explanation here: Alex's most favorite past time is hiding things under other things, and most of the block collection was now under the dresser and crib. Anyway, as I was unloading the washing machine, I noticed an unusual smell. My first instinct was that it was the Diaper Genie, which is next to the washing machine, but I soon realized that it was not coming from there. I walked to the bedroom and gave alex a sniff and discovered that he was the source of the foul aroma. No real surprise there. So I picked him up, brought him to the changing table and to my horror realized that he had poo running down his leg. And not just a surface smear, but big clumps! I immediately went into biocontainment mode. If I had a haz-mat or biohazard suit, it would have been on. As I did not, I removed things from him at arms length and gingerly carried him to the bathtub, where I finished wiping him down, and then started spraying him with the shower. At about this time, Zoe wandered in with an unhappy look on her face and said, "ugh, I'm gonna wash my hands". I thought nothing of it, and then did a double take. "WHY?". I looked down and my heart sank: poo on her arms, poo on her hands, and was that a little fleck of poo in her hair? More stripping down and biohazard work, and into the tub for kid number two. I gave the shower head to Zoe and she started spraying Alex down as I washed every centimeter of their bodies and their hair. They were both laughing the entire time, because poo decontamination is hilarious stuff. Meanwhile I started the poo detective work. They had been in their room, and alex had been … crawling on the floor. Heart sinking moment number three. I let the kids spray each other down (drain OPEN of course) as I crawled, nose to the carpet around the room. I found a few turds ground into the carpet, which required much chemical treatment and several sponges, but I eventually got it all, I think. Who knows though. Chloe got home just as I was drying the second of the two kids off. My account of the excitement was met with smirks and barely contained laughter.

Tintin

I just watched "The Adventures of Tintin -- the Secret of the Unicorn" and here are my impressions, as a lapsed but loyal Hergé fan. First, the visual effects are not only stunning, but admirably faithful to the cartoon. I was happy to see how much like the drawings secondary characters like Alan and Bianca Castafiore were. I was less impressed with Tintin himself, who looked ridiculous. Haddock also was a pretty big departure from the comic, but in his case I thought he looked pretty good anyway. As for the story: butchery. I hate to be "that guy", but I grew up with Tintin. I knew almost every book by heart (except au Congo and the Blue Lotus -- the only books that I did not have). The quality of the lines, coloring and complexity of the stories are what make Tintin transcend a normal comic. Understanding that adaptations are required for film adaptation, it all felt pretty slapped together and arbitrary. I can sort of see why Crab was added: to introduce Haddock. I have no idea why Sakharine was converted into a bad guy though. There was not even a hint of that in the book. What about the Bird brothers? Rastapopoulous? The latter is as good a villain as you could hope for! Finally, very little of Red Rackham's Treasure made it into the movie -- why? The story arc of hunting for treasure on an island, only to find it back in Marlinspike is wonderful and the film is poorer for leaving it out. I was also sad to see no hint of Calculus... it was after all the story that introduced him. Props for using the right font for the credits though.

A stupid plan

I somewhat foolishly signed up for a challenge on Strava:

Riders, do you think you can climb the cumulative elevation of five Spring Classics in 47 days? Do you think you can do it not just once, not twice, but three times? Now is your time to find out. Specialized and Strava challenge you to climb a grand total of 105,312 feet (32,100 meters) from March 15 to April 30.
The Classic courses may be better known for their distances or questionable pavement, but here are the cold, hard, climbing facts:

Milan-San Remo - 6,260 feet (1,908 meters)
Tour of Flanders - 5,709 feet (1,740 meters)
Paris-Roubaix - 3,259 feet (993 meters)
Liège–Bastogne–Liège - 10,883 feet (3,317 meters)
Amstel Gold - 8,993 feet (2,741 meters)

Do you have what it takes? If so, a custom Specialized and Strava commemorative water bottle and surprise finisher gift is yours if you can climb this set of Spring Classics three times, not to mention the gargantuan bragging rights you’ll earn. This challenge is going to take some serious guts, but you'll get some serious glory. Good luck to all!

No, I am not doing it for the bottle, but for the challenge. However, as every day passes and I get further into the hole, I am confronted with the impossibility of finding time for all 105 THOUSAND feet. As of today I have 10,305 feet climbed. It's not looking good.

Galette du Roi

We all went over to Simon and Vanessa's for galette du Roi: it turns out that it's not that difficult to make! The kids loved it (especially Zoe, who was surreptitiously slipped the slide with the toy -- thank you Simon!), as did I. I think I scarfed down three slices.

Lab Ski Day!

The auto incrementing of runs was clearly broken

and so it begins

The Great Tubular Experiment begins

A new bike

One of the hazards of having Zoe accompany me on my trips to the bike store is that she found the kid bike section. Soon enough, as soon as we entered the store, she would run off to the kid corner, run back to me, tell me there was something she had to show me, and then lead me by the hand to here bike of choice: the Trek Little Pudd'in, with training wheels, a purple basket embroidered with flowers and a matching bell. "That one", she would whisper to me as if it would disappear if she spoke in her normal voice. We did this several times until Chloe and I realized that it was time to get it. It was spring after all,and she DOES actually love riding her bike. So today we went to buy it, and there was a new bike there. This one was pretty similar, really, but all of a sudden the Little Pudd'in seemed somehow less exciting to her. Chloe and I wer mostly fed up at this point, so we just went with it. After coming back home, Zoe then went on no fewer than three bike riding expeditions.

Carnaval

We had good year for this year's Carnaval. I decided to try to make samuraii costumes for the kids (or at least an approximation of Samuraii costumes). A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, my dad did the same thing for me. These costumes didn't turn out quite as well as his, and I was a bit worrite because the paint took two days to dry, but it all turned out in the end!




We did a little procession around town, with Madame Carnivale loaded onto the back of a truck. Then it was back to the park, where Madame Carnivale was ignited.

Sledding

Today we went with Vero and her kids to a new (to us) place: The small ski area near St. Nizier. It's *fabulous* and I'm sad that we only discovered it at the end of the season. There's a moving walkway to bring you to the top, and then you can either ski or sled down. Alex, who is normally a bit reticent about the cold, and cold weather activities, absolutely loved it, as did Zoe.







Here's a little movie:

pee in the router

Tonight chloe was off shopping while I was watching the kids. Zoe had taken it upon herself to paint small scraps of paper towels and then affix them to the wall above the now non functional iMac with tape. This was absolutely fine with me, as it allowed me to veg out on the couch and relax a little bit. My couch-bliss was soon interrupted, however. All of a sudden, zoe announced "I GO PEEPEE IN MY PANTS", to which I responded "WHAT? Nooooooooo", but it was too late. A few milliseconds later, a torrent of pee began rushing out of her pant leg and into the top of the DSL router (her foot was perched right next to it). The lights on the router immediately went out and the now sodden router emitted a sickening fizzing noise. A small puff of steam or smoke emanated from the back of the router, where the DC power supply comes in. Not good. Later that night, I emptied the router of pee and then drove into lab to use some de-ionized water to wash the printed circuit board. This was followed up by a thorough air drying. Amazingly, the router came back to life! I thought it was curtains for the router when I saw the smoke/steam, and was already looking up the words for our imminent call to customer service for a new router.