isaac
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.
much more tactility
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
send your tumblr
as in
so an active mazelike process
autonomy of learning
your feed looks like my tumblr
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
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
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
hello reader,