Note: If you do not already know who I am, then you are advised to turn back now, lest ye die of boredom. This is not the blog of someone who is trying to become a famous blogger. This is meant as a memory bank for our future and as a way for our out-of-town families to keep up with the goings-on around here. I am increasingly bothered by the permanence of the internet, particularly in regard to children who have no choice in the matter. As a result, I intend to keep things pretty matter-of-fact.
Just decided to stop holding up his head in the middle of play time.
I can’t tell who’s happier.
When I bought the wireless router to set up internet in this house, I just plugged it in and let it do its magic. I never password protected access, changed the admin login/pwd to the router, or set up any filters. This was five years ago.
I had always suspected that people were hopping on to my wireless network, but it never bothered me (the only thing they can steal is bandwidth). This morning, I woke up to find that someone had logged on to my router (the login/password were still the default admin/admin and my network name was still linksys) and changed the name of my network to Broncos. This morning, I have password protected the router admin login and set up a MAC filter so only computers on “the list” are granted access. It’s enough to keep the honest and the clueless (99.9% of the population) away from my network. How annoying. Should have done it a long time ago.
Between that and setting up a static IP and port forwarding yesterday, I have learned a lot of router crap in the past 24 hours.
Stephen has outgrown his cradle, but I had to get one last shot of him in it. I made this heirloom Cradle
with my father-in-law. Stephen slept in it every night for a couple of months, and it’s going to hang
out in the baby room and hold stuffed animals for a few years.
An old song that my brother Billy made in Impulse Tracker when he was 11. Now that I have found Schism Tracker, I can access my stores of old songs from my youth. I found a few of my brothers’ old tracker files, and this one stood out. I kept the melody and bass the exact same way they were programmed, and took liberties with the rest. Enjoy.
Billy Valentine – March 1999
He doesn’t seem to mind.
Oh the joys of getting up at 4:30. There is a PBS special on right now about Steinway & Sons. I’m jealous of anyone who gets to use a wood chisel every day at work.
Stephen woke up at 4:00. I stuck a pacifier in his mouth and he was quiet until 4:30. When he cried at 4:30, I felt so rested and ready to rise. It was nice. I like these types of days, even though I have a dental checkup this evening.
I watched Sesame Street yesterday for the first time in nearly 25 years. It has changed in so many ways, but has remained unchanged in many other ways. Cookie monster is still a big fatty, but Elmo checks his email. It’s amazing to me that Stephen doesn’t even know where his own nose is, but he knows enough to like Dr. Seuss and Sesame Street.
No wonder Steinways are such nice pianos. This special really drives it home. “Hand crafted” are rare and powerful words these days.
All right, well I hope everyone’s morning is going as well as mine.
(Today’s post is brought to you by the letter D)