lol

fw

is everyoneback on tumblr now

send your tumblr

all that is to say

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

idk

in a post. I want to be remembered

as in

lol yea

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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

I am below everything.

autonomy of learning

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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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

isaac newton

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

i love it here

It Will Get Lighter

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

IWGD

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

your feed looks like my tumblr

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

currently

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

it is hopeful

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.