a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
or never left
really i want the internet
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
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
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
the site i am dreaming
ion
like first name
It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"