stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

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Lift Analysis

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

not so on: yvf(wthw)

2 (actually index). two is company

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

not their contents

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

so the method has to be autonomous

as in

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books


confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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propensity within someone

and the fake qualifier

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then


you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

I Write Goodbye Letter

you cannot feed someone truth

the site i am dreaming

so an active mazelike process

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

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.

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.