hello reader,
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
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.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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much more tactility
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 hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
December 2025
lol yea
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
isaac newton
like magnets