you cannot feed someone truth
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.
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
Lift Analysis
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
much more tactility
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
i really havent
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
sorry i am texting like a slav
autonomy of learning
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
yeah
so an active mazelike process
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 did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i dont understand magnetisation
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Can I see
Thank you, Jack
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
it is hopeful
its good short few pages
all that is to say
As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.
After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you