Genetics

Liz bought me one of those genetics tests for Father’s Day.  I’ve been waiting for the results since, but they came in today, thus putting to rest the quandary of whether I’m Irish or Scottish.  Turns out I’m definitely not Irish, at least not according to the DNA in my saliva.

I assume Great Britain is referring the the isle, as the regional color indicates, which would naturally include the Scots, thereby explaining the Moorhead surname.

This also confirms the German in me, which is no surprise.  That’s mom’s side.

I surmised that there was some Scandinavian blood.  They had a tendency to spread their genetics all over during the Viking age.  So confirmation on that too.

The Iberian genes were somewhat unexpected, but since we’re going back thousands of years, Iberia was Celtic/Gaulic, so that makes sense.

The test also provided me an analysis of to where my people have migrated within the last several generations.  Cincinnati isn’t exactly a surprise (again, mom’s side).

Looks like I’m living with my own.  No major genetic shockers.

–Simon

Pass!

Okay, I have one more Wisconsin post, and this is the last one, I promise.

Admittedly, I should have posted this sooner, to establish a more cohesive chronology.  But this isn’t as interesting as the nature posts, since I’m just ranting here.

I am calling attention to the little town of El Paso, WI:

Fuck this place

I can only conclude that this place’s existence is entirely dependent on the fact that state route 24 intersects with I-39, creating a settlement out of opportunity, and therefore so aptly-named: El Paso.

We made the mistake of stopping here last year, on the way home.  There was one gas station, and it uses its location to exploit a price hike, but it does so in a tricky manner–advertising the price of gas with a car wash, but that fine print is a little hard to read from afar.

The men’s restroom was out of order, so I was forced to use a porto-potty, which was the most disgusting confined space I’ve ever been forced to endure.  After retching to the point of delirium, I went into the station to buy hand sanitizer–which they didn’t have.  So I bought a ridiculously expensive bottle of rubbing alcohol to substitute.

Yet we forgot these experiences, and made the mistake of stopping there again.  After abandoning the drive-thru at the local McDonalds because we were unwilling to wait 20 minutes, we got gas, and fell victim to the false-advertising again.

So, if you ever find yourself in this town, my advice–just drive on.

–Simon

Certificate Renewal #2

In accordance with Lets Encrypt’s 90-day certificate expirations (as mentioned previously), here we go again.  Fear not, the Certificate Mismatch warning is normal.  But again, for the paranoid, here are the fingerprints to verify:

SHA1 Fingerprint:

16:CA:65:79:A6:D5:44:3E:5C:9D:39:1D:34:E3:5C:57:F7:09:13:F7

SHA-256 Fingerprint:

F7:90:29:3F:04:0D:F2:A4:87:A3:9A:12:FF:3D:CA:EE:F4:23:04:64:2B:EA:0B:08:5B:AB:74:8E:94:84:BA:EE

The new expiration will be 10/4/17.

–Simon

Certificate Renewal

In accordance with Lets Encrypt’s (the certificate authority for this site) 90-day SSL certificate expirations, I needed to renew the certificate for this site.  It should be seamless, but if you are using any applications that support certificate pinning, you may receive a notice of a certificate mismatch.  This is normal, and the alert serves as a warning against a possible certificate forgery.  Simply accept the new certificate.  However, for the extra paranoid (myself included), you may validate the new certificate’s authenticity with the below fingerprints:

SHA1 Fingerprint:

4D:28:C4:DA:0C:DE:48:39:6D:CD:1A:28:E5:D5:CC:46:5C:34:85:32

SHA-256 Fingerprint:

39:4B:3A:D3:40:C5:EA:89:B1:1C:80:F8:E4:E7:2B:30:E4:23:E2:42:4F:BC:6D:EB:86:CD:FA:83:1F:B8:57:BE

The current certificate will be valid until July 16, although I will probably renew it within 2 weeks of that.

–Simon