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

Slug

It Will Get Lighter

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

much more tactility

lol

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

yeah

magnetisation/form

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them


and the fake qualifier

propensity within someone

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

send your tumblr

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

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

its performative

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

autonomy of learning

fw

as in

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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

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.

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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?


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.