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Yesterday i didn't get out for a walk: i will carry clothes and shoes for walking to the office so i can change there and walk the nearby trail immediately tonight.

I am intrigued by how short driven distances get flagged in my mind as significant, yet a moment spent on a two lane road that felt "rural" delighted me. (Is that field just fallow forever, i wonder, or is it planted in the summer with some crop. Maybe it's a hayfield?) I think i am allergic to suburbia. I see the same patterns in drives i think nothing of and drives i resist in California. There are places in the east bay that i am rather curious about, but the route takes me through heavy highway traffic and it all seems so very far away: yet map programs give a driving time similar to the jaunts i take in the Santa Cruz mountains.

I am reading an e-book from my local library, David Brin's Foundation's Triumph. It's set in Asimov's Foundation universe, which i last read in junior high and high school best i can figure. I don't remember, and i would probably not have noticed, the quality of writing in the Foundation series. There are little authorial tics in this book, patterns of characterization, describing the human appearance and reactions of the positronic robots, that bother me. I'm not sure why, but i think it's due to some point of view shift that takes me out of the universe of the book and feels like a documentary narrator has interrupted to explain what we are observing.