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Router Retirement

When the internet goes down, the blogging wanes.

In the tech world, an 8-year lifespan is pretty good. I had last replaced our router in 2018. By that point I had owned Linksys, D-Link, Netgear, and Ubiquiti. Linksys was terrible, D-Link was historically reliable but bad at updates, Netgear had a good reputation but I think I got a lemon, and Ubiquiti was more commercial-grade but consequently not user-friendly. So I had decided on Synology, a brand whose interface is relatively easy to understand but also offers more professional features for those daring enough to try.

More Routers

Eventually though, its aging hardware could not keep up with the proliferation of devices I’d added to the home network in combination with increasing internet speeds. Busy days led to repeated crashes. It needed replacing. But as I was impressed with the service record, I decided to stay in the ecosystem and upgrade to their latest flagship, the RT6600ax.

Setup was more or less what I was accustomed to, and full network configuration took 3-4 hours. The only thing giving me lingering trouble is that my Roomba won’t connect to the wifi now. I’ll tackle that problem later.

But the big gain was that, finally, they added VLAN network segmentation to the ethernet ports. Long a point of irritation, I had to connect untrusted devices to the guest wifi. It did the job, but at the expense of having dedicating wired connections. But now, I can isolate all work computers with not one, but two subnets, with CAT6. Huzzah!

So far, recommended.

–Simon

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Swords

America missed the sword era. By the time colonial America got started, firearms dominated battlefields. We had Bowie knives and tomahawks – arguably high on the coolness factor, but they’re not swords. There were cavalry sabers, but they weren’t main battlefield weapons for the average soldier. The romance of the sword just doesn’t exist much in our own history.

Fortunately we have history nerds and renaissance festivals!

Viva la Renaissance

I was a latecomer to these. West Texas festivals were more about the western pioneering cowboy/homesteading/Indian wars. There were plenty of cap guns and lassos to be had, but no swords. More’s the pity.

But now I live in the Midwest, where European roots are celebrated. And that includes medieval weapons! Yay! A history nerd myself, I can finally immerse in the bizarre fantasy of brutal hack and slash warfare, without actually participating.

And the internet has made this pursuit so much more feasible than the first time I convinced my father to order a sword online from a random website. Hey, I didn’t have a credit card yet. And the internet was more innocent then. Now I do, and I can buy things myself. The difficult part now is convincing myself.

Garbage Pile 3
Here he is, the old man who lent me his credit card. Now we’re persuading him to buy wizard apparel.

Of course, that first sword was a cheap stainless steel non-functional wall decoration meant for ignorant dorks…like myself, circa 2001. Now I have a better idea of what to look for. And while I’m aware of the large festival price markup, I wanted the experience of examining and buying a hand-forged sword, in person, from a weapon vendor. So I did.

From Legacy Forge.

And if one is to buy an overbuilt sword guaranteed for sport combat, it only makes sense to go Viking.

It did not come sharpened, which an evening with the bench grinder and whetstone solved. And to which the manufacturer cautioned against on their business card, blaming me for any upcoming stupid injuries. That’s fair.

Valhalla!

–Simon

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Ohio UNESCO

As a history nerd, I get excited when I see “UNESCO”. It’s one of those international bodies that, in theory, seems to supersede politics in the name of culture and education. People did stuff and built cool stuff? Let’s keep these areas off the airstrike maps please. It’s not a new concept by any means. American Indians had designated areas where fighting wasn’t permitted, such as graveyards and flint quarries. The Mafia wasn’t permitted, originally, to kill people in their own homes. Connor MacLeod couldn’t kill other Highlanders on holy ground. And John Wick wasn’t supposed to conduct “business” on Continental grounds. You get the idea. I’m somewhat proud of my own species’ ability to maintain a de facto rule against fighting in inappropriate spaces and conditions, such as those that might destroy physical history, even if it’s all based on an unenforceable honor code. Because without rules, we live with the animals.

And speaking of American Indians and UNESCO, we recently visited the first and only UNESCO site in Ohio!

It’s not quite as exciting as it sounds.

The Hopewell Ceremonial Earthworks is an Indian mound. I’ve seen these before, and as a tourist they’re little more than hills in the terrain, which you aren’t allowed to walk on, surrounded by overgrown shrubbery. They’re probably way more interesting to the archaeologists who get to dig up artifacts there, but to a visitor it’s little more than a field inside bumps. Here’s a photo:

It was also, I’ll note, a geriatric sanctuary. With an admittance fee under the National Park Service, the elderly no doubt flock here because they can get a greatly discounted pass. Keep out the riffraff and such. They were also, at first glance, unwilling to share the southern scenic overlook.

Fortunately the northern scenic overlook was more accessible, and with a much better view:

The place struck me as similar to WWI battlefields – long since repeatedly plowed over for agriculture, remaining as only a vague hint of the past, long since repurposed. Economics determine land usage, and by the time someone recognizes a place for another form of value, it’s only a ruin. That’s a bit dramatic perhaps, but the resulting remnants did not inspire a return visit.

However, exploration of the park revealed its connection to the Ohio-Erie Trail, which I’ve subsequently discovered is part of the cross-state Ohio to Erie Trail. Or, OTET. I was unaware of this trail’s existence, at least officially, as I’ve seen it in sections. But I didn’t know it was all connected. Maybe when I retire I’ll scout it out. Seems like a fun exploration project.

Also, I bought a hat for my dad, so merch!

–Simon

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Deer Skull Effigy

Despite the frequency of the creepy stickman with antlers found in the woods in horror movies, there isn’t much in the way of supporting evidence to ground it in reality. There’s the general Pagan insinuations, and of course Wiccan, and some eastern European lore, but with much of the evidence based in oral traditions, I haven’t found a definitive link to its origin. If anyone can point me to a study, please let me know.

One thing that can be absolutely proven, however, is that I find them scary. So with Halloween around the corner, and with a pile of sticks in my backyard from the power company’s recent War on Trees, I decided to build an effigy.

The deer skull decoration was surprisingly difficult to find. And even an internet product required substantial delivery time. I guess I’m an outlier with my tastes, with most people seeming to prefer either humor or extreme gore. Subtle fear is apparently not popular.

But I like it. Maybe I’ll leave it up year-round in the backyard by AT&T’s unfinished trenching operation. As a suggestion from the homeowner. A thought…

–Simon

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Mushrooms (Part 6)

These are not mushrooms from Easement Acres, but they’re new ones to catalog nonetheless, as I’ve never personally encountered them growing before. They were instead located during a hike at the local Sugarcreek Metropark:

Chicken of the woods (Laetiporus species).

Chicken of the woods are a favorite of my Dad’s. He always forages any he finds and vacuum seals them for later. They are delicious, but these ones looked a little old and tough, so I did not take them this time.

Chickens Don’t Live in the Woods

On the more poisonous side of things, here’s another cool, albeit inedible, find:

Jack-o’-lantern mushrooms (Omphalotus illudens)

Their coolness lies in their brilliant color and giant size. And look at that giant slug. Eww. The kid found these ones bushwhacking off-trail.

Kid on a deathmarch

And that’s it. Just a boring post about mushrooms on a hike. Nothing of major note, for which I was happy to have an uneventful weekend.

–Simon