but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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.

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

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

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think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

you cannot feed someone truth

"Put a blanket."

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

so at the end

like magnets

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."