in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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

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

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

propensity within someone

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

fw

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

god being the centre magnet

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

magnetisation/form

i dont understand magnetisation

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.

no i haven't really read anything

as in

Lift Analysis

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

so the method has to be autonomous

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.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

Lift Analysis

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

and the fake qualifier

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

what do you think my name is

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.