This is just a preview of a much longer posting that I’ve meant to write for a while, but haven’t gotten it rolling just yet. Get it – rolling – about a commuting post?
I’ve come to realize that the path taken in my semi-regular commute is starting to look like a fractal. I drive to work – yes, in Boston there is public transport, but it’s awkwardly suited for my home and office – and since rush hour is quite long, I use a wide variety of tricks to improve my time.
One of my annoyances is stoplights. I don’t mind them most of the time, and firmly believe they are a useful at keeping society safer and more civilized. I just don’t like waiting at one for more than a single cycle, which often happens during rush hour. So I optimize my commute to avoid stoplights.
Now just avoiding stoplights isn’t going to turn a commute – even a Boston one, where some roads were laid down by cows – into a fractal. But it’s a start, and a number of other factors, including maximum speed and interestingness, really do push my commute into a number of strange directions.
So this posting is partly to whet your appetite, but mostly to prompt me to write up a proper essay on the topic, including pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back …, oh, sorry got carried away. But I will have a few jaggedy graphics to show, and true map geeks can see if they can backsolve where I work by overlaying on the local road grid. (Note: all roads are paved; 17in wheels don’t like rocks.)