Rest in peace, Kurt Vonnegut, you would've hated my essay on redistricting.

Anti-accelerationist propaganda wherein automation has perturbed the existing class divide, engineers and managers live on the aristocratic north side, and the peeons who have been replaced by machines live in the slums on the south side.

Using guns as props during man-to-man discussion. Shotguns me, bad news, rifles, mean good news.

rather funny how poignant the Shah’s perspective becomes.

Player piano is about the fall of Dr. Paul Proteus, an engineer works on the north side, but whose heart is in the south side. He gets wrapped up in a scheme by his work people in management, all while struggling to try to move his snooty wife from the city of helium down to the countryside, while he becomes increasingly disillusioned with the post industrial society that he has helped bring about.

After Paul goes back to the bar at the Homestead side of the river, drinks, a bourbon and water, and immediately passes out, we wake up in the middle of Cornell, athletics, economics, or players now are apparently traded like professional players, and their schedules in lifestyle become incompatible with class. I refuse to Google whether or not NIL contracts or thing in the 50s, and just assume that this is an ironic sketch which is ironic because it's exactly on the money for how the NCAA operates today.

The prescient and cautionary line I think that's worth extracting from this book is that anyone who complete with slaves becomes a slave themselves, talking about labor replacement?

If it weren't for the people, earth would be a goddamn engineers paradise. Fully losing sight of the plot.

bit on the nose their, Kurt

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