think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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 haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
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
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
plato
and the fake qualifier
i have read not even 1 book
no longer writing in the third person
send link
division of reality is straying away from it
wait what is that
we need to be deconstructing our identities
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
so at the end
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.