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
wait what is that
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
as in
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
magnetisation/form
propensity within someone
its performative
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
not their contents
autonomy of learning
there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.
so an active mazelike process
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barren land
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
send your tumblr
lol yea
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
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i really havent
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
send link
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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.
division of reality is straying away from it