Rain, starting

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.

lol yea

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

send your tumblr

yeah

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i dont understand magnetisation

its good

what do you mean

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

autonomy of learning

it is hopeful

i was tempted to lie about my name

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

division of reality is straying away from it

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like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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FOUNDING DOCUMENT

that looks like my instagram account

we need to be deconstructing our identities

lol

Better Lift

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.