Happy  26.5 beta 3 day, everyone!

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Xcode remains 26.5 beta 2 so far today

I’m impressed either way your commitment to compatibility. On visionOS I don’t even bother with < 26

Happy  26.5 beta 2 day, everyone!

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Dad showed me a way of parenting—take care of what needs to be done. Show up. Think things through. Be steady. And… don’t let your kids win.

I see that in how I try to raise my own kids.

Dad, thank you for everything you did for us, and for everything I’m able to pass on to my kids because of you.

One thing that meant a lot to me as I got older was how he would tell me I had great kids—and that it was because we were great parents. Coming from him, that carried weight. Because I knew exactly what kind of parent he had been.

His marriage with Jamie was another example of that steady, thoughtful way he lived. They had some fun adventures. We got to travel with them, and what stood out was how content they were to just go along for the ride—taking things as they came and enjoying the time together.

When he came to visit our new house, he installed the garage door opener and put together a sprinkler system with hoses and three switches to cover four zones over the whole yard.

And he was always there to help. I would call him at different times: when I was mulling over something at work or thinking about changing jobs.

He loved to play games, but would not take it easy on us. I think I only won one chess game ever, and never could match his Clue system, but I will claim victory on calculator versus slide rule. You had to earn a win. It didn’t always feel great, but it did build character.

I remember sitting in the middle of the front seat of the car, getting to steer the car after we turned onto our street.

He had plenty of quirky moments. He’d cough after dialing the phone. He always told us before we went swimming, “don’t get wet.” He explained the Kansas system of driver waving: two fingers means you don’t know them well, three fingers for a friend, and one finger means they did something wrong.

He used to suggest an Office Depot Christmas, and honestly, I would’ve been all about it.

Some of my favorite memories were the simpler ones. Helping him put together his weekly newsletters for the golf club and the church bowling league. Cutting and taping everything together so the seams didn’t show. Then going to Office Depot to make copies.

We would do a mini golf “tournament” every summer with family friends, and Dad would host the award ceremony afterward. Hearing what the awards were for was my favorite part.

On our one vacation driving from St. Louis to Topeka, we knew we would stop at a McDonald’s each way. Dad would line us all up to order and then go last and pay. I asked if I could go last once: He said I could, but then I’d have to pay.

He liked seeing a plan come together. My favorite was playing cribbage, watching him ponder which cards to give away to the crib, and then the perfect cut card comes along to make a big hand… “ding!”

He also had a rule: every kid got a cake and presents on their birthday. He found a way in the budget to make that happen.

It was steady and reliable.

We would bring the mail in and put it in the gold bowl by the front door. When he got home, he’d take it upstairs and put it in a zipper folder. Tuesday was bill day, so the zipper folder came back down and he opened every piece. “You have to make sure they aren’t giving you a million dollars.”

Then a slight raised hand — “ah!” — and the eyes open and a satisfied smile meant we would all get where we needed to be.

This was his way of taking care of us.

My dad was a puzzle solver.

He would look over the giant wall calendar, with each kid’s events in a different color, glasses down, eyes closed, working through who would take which kids at each transition between practices or games or school events the next day.

I’m the youngest of Mike’s five kids. Growing up, what I saw was a particular way of being a parent—he showed up, and he took care of what needed to be taken care of. A lot of it was practical, but it’s the reason things seemed to work out.

Photo of John Haney and his father Mike Haney, both in hats and wearing glasses on a bight day

We held the Celebration of Life for my dad this weekend. He was an electrical engineer, a great advisor, and a great dad.

Here are the remarks I prepared 🧵

I’m pretty sure this means you can now grant one wish

I just had a conversation with my 13yo who is a voracious reader that he will be more likely to mispronounce a lot of words. Some people might mock him for this but it’s actually something to be proud of, as it means he’s a great reader!

If I did my math correctly, 15.9 stones

atan(5 / 12) = 0.395 radians = 22.6198 degrees for each stone

360 / 22.6198 = 15.915

Depending if you want some gap between them then maybe you do 15 and leave about an inch between each stone

Good. I was mostly just amusing myself but I’m glad it worked for you too 😉

Other people are only tall if they are significantly taller than me. Otherwise there are “roughly my height” people and then shorter people. But the my height people are rare enough that I do notice them.

This looks great. This with my free Backdrop app might be all I need for starting some screencasts…

Happy  26.5 beta day, everyone!

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No Xcode yet

Little Finder guy wearing glasses and pointing. Standing next to a MacBook Neo

Little Finder guy doing a yoga pose in front of a MacBook Neo

Little Finder guy excited with arms out wide sitting next to a MacBook Neo

Little Finder guy head smushed on a desk and eyes closed, sitting in a chair in front of a MacBook Neo

I hope that we get lil’ Finder Guy all over the #WWDC26 videos this year #lilFinderGuy