much more tactility

sorry i am texting like a slav

so at the end

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

not their contents

its performative

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

magnetisation/form

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

its good short few pages

i love it here

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

what do you mean

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

really i want the internet

i want to do that too

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.

its good

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

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

the site i am dreaming

have you read

...


I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

like first name

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