i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

kind of mythopoesis

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

not their contents

yeah

lol yea

send your tumblr

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone truth

is everyoneback on tumblr now

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

no longer writing in the third person

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

we need to be deconstructing our identities

you have a beautiful account btw

i love it here

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life