feel you
lol
lol yea
your feed looks like my tumblr
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
much more tactility
you cannot feed someone truth
not their contents
idk
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
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.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
we can only engage in such a way
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
plato
we need to be deconstructing our identities
barren land
so at the end
what do you think my name is
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i love it here
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
so an active mazelike process
send your tumblr
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
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.