Finished reading Children of Ruin by Adrian Tchaikovsky. Tchaikovsky does the same thing as he did in his previous, but with an additional element and resulting different themes. There was also a bit of horror — beyond the previous book’s simple arachnophobia triggers — such that I didn’t want to put the book down in those sections.

The bambina got her new bicycle yesterday. Somehow it’s the first adult-sized bike in our house?

Walked up the Interurban Trail to Lynnwood Transit Center: two hours, 13k steps, 6½ miles.

Finished reading The Diamond Age by Neal Stephenson, the only book he’s written solo that I hadn’t read (other than The Big U — is that any good?). Some amazing imagery, and carefully-thought-out social impacts of nanotechnology and post-scarcity that rhymed in some ways with Ada Palmer’s Terra Ignota series.

The book has some vestiges of its time (e.g. some really dated stereotyping), and an abrupt ending characteristic of his earlier work, but the ending worked and overall I really liked the book.

“One of the insights of the Victorian Revival was that it was not necessarily a good thing for everyone to read a completely different newspaper in the morning….” — The Diamond Age, Neal Stephenson, 1995.

Finished reading Termination Shock by Neal Stephenson. I had dragged my feet on this book because the marketing had put me off; this was apparently a Very Important book with Things to Say. I shouldn’t have paid attention: This was Stephenson’s most fun book since at least Reamde, and a very characteristic one, with hijinx, unlikely characters, passages where Stephenson showed off the cool research he’d done — the only thing missing was the badass Russian with a heart of gold.

Two notes: ① One exposition dump early in the book dragged a bit, though at least Stephenson had the character acknowledge it. ② The climax felt similar to those in Seveneves and Reamde, and possibly others further back that I’ve forgotten.

While the bambina was gone, Meghan and the dude and I watched the first season of Andor, which was great.

The bambina got home yesterday, somehow managed to stay awake, and then passed out at 10pm. She had a great trip. So glad to have her back.

First time sitting in the passenger seat with the dude behind the wheel. He practiced moving slowly in drive and reverse, in an empty parking lot, no steering.

Walked down the Interurban to Greenwood, got coffee beans, then to Green Lake and Gas Works and visited Mom, then to the U District: about 22k steps, 11 miles, 3½ hours of walking.

Finished reading Fall by Neal Stephenson. I can’t even start to analyze this through the lens of Goethe’s three questions: I couldn’t tell what Stephenson wanted his book to be (about uploading consciousness? a retelling of Paradise Lost? a fantasy quest? mad about the internet and/or religious fundamentalism?), and so I can’t even judge whether he succeeded, much less whether it was worth doing. And I can’t tell if it ended up more or less than the sum of its parts. I will say that I was kind of tired of the book around the ⅘︎ point (though the ending picked up a bit), and I feel pretty sure this wasn’t his best work. My opinions of his books tend to shift over time, though, so we’ll see how I feel at (let’s say) the end of the year.

A little bit of smoke in the air, apparently from northern Canada.

Family over for grilled trout and bratwurst. A nice day.

Walked to Boeing Creek Park, through the former Hidden Lake, and to Richmond Beach: about 12k steps, six miles, 2¾ hours.

Just left the bambina at the airport for her school trip to Japan: Tokyo, Kyoto, Nichinan (Tottori), and Matsue, plus various day trips. She’ll be back in two weeks.