Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

send your tumblr

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.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

the site i am dreaming

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

that looks like my instagram account


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

hiding from the rain

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

and the fake qualifier

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Thank you, Jack

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

i see a website

autonomy of learning

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

kind of mythopoesis

we need to be deconstructing our identities

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Rain, starting