plato

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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.

autonomy of learning

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

propensity within someone

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

you cannot feed someone truth

division of reality is straying away from it

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

or never left

not their contents

so an active mazelike process

lol yea

all that is to say

send your tumblr

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

i have read not even 1 book

so at the end

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

Slug

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

your feed looks like my tumblr

Lift Analysis

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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