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.
feel you
so at the end
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.
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 know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
is this you as well
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"Put a blanket."
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
in a post. I want to be remembered
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.
really i want the internet
i want to do that too
no like which do people call me
division of reality is straying away from it
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
bro i read nothing in my life
wait what is that