i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
no like which do people call me
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
idk
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
god being the centre magnet
i dont understand magnetisation
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
fw
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
that looks like my instagram account
lol
have you read
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
send your tumblr
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
much more tactility
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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
its good short few pages
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.