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.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
so the method has to be autonomous
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
fw
lol
i really havent
yeah
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
or never left
send your tumblr
magnetisation/form
and the fake qualifier
barren land
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
we need to be deconstructing our identities
much more tactility
is everyoneback on tumblr now
wait what is that
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
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.
all that is to say
what do you mean
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
was it worth it
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