i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i dont understand magnetisation
Thank you, Jack
so at the end
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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wait what is that
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
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
so the method has to be autonomous
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.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
and the fake qualifier
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
division of reality is straying away from it
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
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
much more tactility
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
ahnaf abrar
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
its performative
feel you