A while back, I read Kurt Vonnegut’s Player Piano, and had honestly meant to write a critique/review of the novel. Time passed, and the draft got lost along the way somewhere. The idea was revived when I was thinking last night about how all of our productivity is wasted. My first impression was that Piano is vaguely reminiscent of Rand’s Atlas Shrugged. Vaguely. Vonnegut paints a dystopian picture of a future where machines handle...
Last night I watched an episode of Invention Nation, a show I’d kind of been meaning to watch for some time. I’m glad I tuned, because the episode was about Earthships, which are basically these quasi-futuristic, quasi-primitive houses which are designed to be self-sustainable. They’re built out of old tires and bottles and stuff, which the owners carefully refer to as “ending the cycle,” not to be confused with “recycling.” The ones they profiled...
