One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
it is hopeful
sorry i am texting like a slav
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.bro i read nothing in my life
as in
i want to do that too
what do you mean
no like which do people call me
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.
that looks like my instagram account
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
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
feel you
i was tempted to lie about my name
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
currently
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
plato
you cannot feed someone truth
yeah
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
so at the end
we want to live the knowledge too live the content