really i want the internet
whats your name?
idk
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.
isaac newton
sorry i am texting like a slav
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
much more tactility
we can only engage in such a way
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
what do you mean
so an active mazelike process
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
no like which do people call me
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
like magnets
its performative
autonomy of learning
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
you cannot feed someone truth
magnetises a pin
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
abrar?
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?