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.
no like which do people call me
autonomy of learning
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
and the fake qualifier
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
wait what is that
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.
its performative
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
was it worth it
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
propensity within someone
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.fw
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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.