I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
feel you
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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
i have read not even 1 book
division of reality is straying away from it
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
we can only engage in such a way
yeah
all that is to say
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
autonomy of learning
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
lol
send your tumblr
that looks like my instagram account
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
is everyoneback on tumblr now
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
fw
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
as in
i love it here
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.
its good