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Tue Mar 10th, 2015
 | 08:48 pm - Chronicles of wasted time- flashback
The extent of the loose end I was at a fortnight or so ago, when the gut kept me indoors, can be indicated by the fact that I found myself googling streetview of all my friends' foreign addresses from ten years back. (In most cases; not all.) From which I discover that Trondheim is scenic countryside, which surprised me; Fairmount IN is unscenic countryside, which didn't (in the least); Tatebayashi looks exactly as I thought it would, a small town in Japan; the Rue David Lewis in Montreal has rather nice houses even if it *does* sit in the middle of an unexpectedly green wasteland; and Southampton is cozy in the extreme. And none of them are the cheek-by-jowl of Toronto where I live, but no surprises there.
Then I went back to reading The Long Earth and getting nowhere with it, there being too much Baxter to too little Pratchett. Gave up in an access of futility and cruised the net instead.
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I didn't particularly like The Long Earth either, or any of that sequence. As you say, too much Baxter, not enough Pratchett. A pity, because the story Pratchett ran in A Blink of the Screen was quite decent. Oh, the green wasteland. Fenced-off train tracks and what used to be the exercise yard of the horse-racing stadium that closed down (and now is an overgrown space that at some point will turn into condos), buffered by the back lot of Wal-Mart and another mall on the other side, and then the neighbourhood-killing chasm of the lowered expressway. It's in the middle of the city and the middle of nowhere, because you can't get to anywhere through it. Makes a nice green space, in that suburbia sort of way-- I mean, doesn't go anywhere, isn't on the way to anywhere, just is. |
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