# raw In it's own time, even though textlqnd in itself was an act of presentation, it can stil benefit itself from a gesture of presentation or introduction. this time on the past tense. Textqnd was the name given to the time spent, and it's relative production, writing notes and the ins and ends of this common activity. why, of what, where, how ? as the notes took autonomy, they gradually autonomised from them as tool to become the subject of their own unfolding. from there, a range of form and practice emerged ; journaling as note taking from one's own life. and an attempt, a pulsion so to say, to neatly arrange all that. It concluded in an acknowledged performance, reenacting the graduation performance one must comply to, in a recursive manner, ultimate act of hoepless (don't draw conclusion) as a strange conclusion to a lasting strong sense of schoolability and the subsequent quest of high contextual regard and relevance of my practice strong awareness if of emphasis on where it is, not pretending to be anything else, than what it is and where it is. this final act act as an emphasis of the schoolness nature of most things school but also on the appreciation of it's not less real nature than any other productive institution. reflexion on the contextualisation of one endeavours in framed project, and a quest note on most importantly, so the project represent ; a catalys for blurry matters of interests scattered now outlined (for the best or the worst) , formalised, and laid out, so I can refer to them later as, ho it started there, it is for me the invention of litterary criticism, first encounter with critics, philosophy, technology, of writing and reading apparatus. first the articulation of reading and writing as an apparatus, and the deconstruction of of this later in technological and philosophical terms. the ongoing feeling that, or facility of the mind that every less articulated piece of idea can be the ground for poetry if arranged, or maybe to see if poetry is just a matter of presentation ? the very nature of it being ambiguous, I feel up that crack with potential poetry potential rubbish, poetry always on the edge of being rubbish and never so clear, considering the hazy nature of language, if a poem is of genius or of waste of words and time, and if so, by chance or by intention, by me, or language itself or truly. some axioms : and the appreciation of language, of a tongue as such a cathedral of its own than just a few bricks arranged like that by the layperson could already bear the bed of a river of tear. that poetry bath in ambiguity, and that therefore if a piece of idea is not articulated enough it can still potentially be enjoyed as poetry, the hope that unclear ideas might bear a greater meaning in their abstract openess than enclosed concrete ideas. which might be a bit dishonnest and being a fool. brat theorist, theory journalism. and bear in obscurity itself the possibilty of greatnessdo i need to be excellent to understand an excellent poem ? is there a reciprocity, and equivalence in the confrontation with a such a thing than a poem ? i dont' know, but I liked to see the word equivalent and reciprocity next to a poem. it is the confortable space ammenage for all these blurry thought on this activity. the discover of obsidian, learned typwriting, set up a note taking environment, that are now the fundation for most of the thiings I do know next to work. note taking, commentary, marginalias, all meta discursive categories acknowledging once practice rooted in these cartel piece of text, mandatory analytical and brief and supposedely neutral, communicative nature of these texts. i see clearer on the limits of such text should have. I an say things if I have things to say, if it shows in the pictures, if I dont add things that is shows in the picture, dont, if the text present and doesnt argu, dont draw conclusions, leave that to the critic. most of the pseudo-object made are delivered, not because they would be worth displayed in their core, but because they somehow take a dsiplayable form, or prensent themselves under a displayed form, or, not to be ... they have a shape, so . it has a name, so it is a thing, a confusion of the two, a thing, is an object, several things ? it is a list, it is an object, it can be outlined, handed down, it is an object ! that why I like list, they turn scattered proto things, dust of being, and tighten them up, weave them up into an primitively articulated form, litteraly shaping them, in transportble way. as some point I to a sub project o a focus on display elements and technologies has been made and to set up the decorum of the performance, once again a long term complaints about how some students would go better than other by spending more time working on the presentation of their project than on their project, certain would say on the marketing, I eventually got to agree shift the phase of project from making to showing, and I guess next phase would be implementing and feedbacks on the production. Because there is a power, a point of tension of an almost ontological nature in the showing of the work. a thing exist because it is perceived, but the perceived thing is often not the thing itself, which is maybe the node of a lot mind cracks when it comes to dialogue of things with the world, of me with the rest, with people. and my father, and my grandfather before him, spent their life in the business of PLV, or [[PLV and POS]] of course there is something fascinating about the pos. It is sensual, and located in the supermarket, really one space that express very well the current stage of our days, of course the supermarket is ubiquitous, both in the days and their critic, its a lieu privilegie de la critique, but I guess I also have lots of core memories in supermarket, alley strolling, manga reading and sushi picking, veloce rollerblading clerk, confronting rows of patibulaire cashiere like guard of the exit gate, hot spot, the surveillor whose presence and gazes suggested the very possibilty of thiefery, arousing in me confused feeling of abundance and guilt. And of course in the supermarket, the final push in the big consumption scheme, the gaudy cardboard stands, tetes de gondoles, etc, probably feared by parents cause signs of coming supplice and begging words and dirt collecting while hauling dragging a new bought pant draggin the cry away. arousing terrible desire one hasnt been trained to deal with yet, terrible terrible desire, and fear of missing such opportunity, and pressure to do so in the little untrained, un accustomed blittle brains. (la meme chose mais en trois phrases) growing visiting cosmetic shop in paris and in airport duty frees, (rare moment I was with my dad out) hearing stories about l'oreal being nice and channel being really nice and these one being reall bastards or something. surrounded by caughingly rose and hidden sex and tub smelling air and coming to the point of looking that this very ubiquitous place was the result of generation of gradually edicated, studied markieting plots and arrangements, and generation of cobay providing so valubable insights about consumption pattern and decision making cognition and what, help ddrawing the very stage whosand as I am not concerned about that we overlook elements of display, I mean, what would it change really to acnkowledge their presence, the trap is to tight anyway, the push to strong from all sides i like the idea of designing hyper specific, technical, otherwise anonymous, mostly unnoticed object. some people call that hardware. i feel like infusing art where it is less expected, more empty space there, a bit of a wasteland of product design. why shuld I lie ? and so there is this second project about the technologies of display. that make sense since the project somehow is about, what are the bridge between the two ? that felt so natural that I didnt had to express back then ? so I had to bring these idea, and this thing that are just notes, basically what look like draft, I had to appreciate the drafty nature of the work, and so staging it felt like a good strategy to do so, as if anything something we perform is something finished, because it is in the scheme of things to bring to people only the best and the concluded ? all I had was flying pieces of paper,. how to compensate with so blank looking, drafty nature, modest look of theoretical work, or work of theory, theory as medium, give it shape , organise it in space, cast light to it, and emphasize whats there already of matter even so discrete. as casting light onto the very matter of theory that language, writing, and its physical apparatus, displayed by displayed display displaying display (another potential name for the project) the act of, presenting is about showing what wastn presented, revealing is showing what was previousl undersight but hidden, it has some aspect of revelation, its basically having a decor, that turned the presentation into a performance. and it was the performance that made it a decor not a set up. objects existed as props, object with purpose and symbol. a sort of as above so below, what is at play in the reading keeps playing on the counter tops, and the museum like the museum is a supermarket is a librabry is a bath is a thing things are not much without stands, they need it. the stand can change not the thing so in this sense I guess proves the thing matters most. maybe theyre not so interesting. I wanted to find interesting things to say about stands, but maybe their not and so its why we don't talk about them ? I know the reasons of my interest, theyre just plain boring. last minutes attempts at making stuff out of it ? the potential of scribbles to be amine for further development, a rich theoretical and sensual material, leaning in the and knowledge aesthitisation the figure of the erudit, in the end just looking for an aesthetic, think niche scholarcore or dark academia, just because I liked to see myself wearing nice oxford grey shirt, sitted at my desk, surrounded by fragments of texts and annotation and stuff. because It felt smart, productive, legitimate, pure, which was really more of a feel than anything really. [[scholarcore]] 2. **The scholar image is a symbol of dignity and autonomy.** Sitting at a desk, shirt crisp, books open, notes spread — it's a visual language of **control**, **agency**, and **depth**. You're not reacting to the world — you're investigating it. That image carries centuries of cultural weight: scholars, thinkers, writers, reformers. commodificaiton of study, aesthetic oppposed to depth, its just easier to, embodiing, although on a superficil level only, what Id like to be, its a sort of fake it till you make it, since what I had access to so far is the look of the peers, not really the access to their desk and wardrobe, not really their mind and soul. it is a matter of bodies, of embodiement. glamorous, just felt sexy doing so, I would unbutton my crisp shirt, undo my black leather belt, sit on these paper and in such display suck my own dick if I could do so and cum on these lines, and so I could stop thinking about what I dont get. i like it because so what matters here really is just that conducting experiments : - learning to touch type, touch typing as a culture - reading the same text everyday, gnostic blbl, reading and writing - develop a note taking lay out, for journaling, book log, and activity log - pushing the actual creation to the last minute, never felt so stuck - spiting out a decor for text, a decor of text, text as ornament, as props, as image, displaying the conclusion rather than the thing if I could. note taking as a pulsion, balbla, white men thing to do so, drove crazy by the quest. fed with hypertext fantasy, stories of ... etc... website native story, project camouflaged as a blog post. hastily rushed documentation just some project will just stay a a blog post, are just, or dont go past the attempt stage also why it was so hard to find a fitting form to still display it. # edit ![[IMG_0458.jpg]] ![[IMG_9403.jpg]] Textqnd was the name given to the time spent, and it's relative production, journaling, which irremediabely shifted to writing notes become the subject of their own unfolding. Unsure about the practical outcome of a grad project I thought I'd rather learn something useful, like touch typing, which I practiced on my japanese qwerty keyboard like it was a piano. Textland as a project is presented in the body text of textland the prompt itself. Even though textlqnd was in itself an act of presentation, it can now still benefit from a gesture of introduction, this time on the past tense, commentary about it's overall form and conclusion. that I'll keep brief. structured like that : conducting experiments : - learning to touch type, touch typing as a culture - reading the same text everyday, gnostic blbl, reading and writing - develop a note taking lay out, for journaling, book log, and activity log - pushing the actual creation to the last minute, never felt so stuck - spiting out a decor for text, a decor of text, text as ornament, as props, as image, - a performance to conclude the year and project and study and all and concluded like so : It concluded in an acknowledged performance, reenacting the graduation performance one must comply to, in a recursive manner, ultimate act of hoepless (don't draw conclusion) as a strange conclusion to a lasting strong sense of schoolability and the subsequent quest of high contextual regard and relevance of my practice strong awareness if of emphasis on where it is, not pretending to be anything else, than what it is and where it is. this final act act as an emphasis of the schoolness nature of most things school but also on the appreciation of it's not less real nature than any other productive institution. evocation, the new writing is pointing out. being assimilated with, seen next to, not forget to mention, this and this. reflexion on the contextualisation of one endeavours in framed project, and a quest --- note on the ongoing feeling that, or facility of the mind that every less articulated piece of idea can be the ground for poetry if arranged, or maybe to see if poetry is just a matter of presentation ? the very nature of it being ambiguous, I feel up that crack with potential poetry potential rubbish, poetry always on the edge of being rubbish and never so clear, considering the hazy nature of language, if a poem is of genius or of waste of words and time, and if so, by chance or by intention, by me, or language itself or truly. some axioms : and the appreciation of language, of a tongue as such a cathedral of its own than just a few bricks arranged like that by the layperson could already bear the bed of a river of tear. that poetry bath in ambiguity, and that therefore if a piece of idea is not articulated enough it can still potentially be enjoyed as poetry, the hope that unclear ideas might bear a greater meaning in their abstract openess than enclosed concrete ideas. which might be a bit dishonnest and being a fool. brat theorist, theory journalism. and bear in obscurity itself the possibilty of greatnessdo i need to be excellent to understand an excellent poem ? is there a reciprocity, and equivalence in the confrontation with a such a thing than a poem ? i dont' know, but I liked to see the word equivalent and reciprocity next to a poem. it is the confortable space ammenage for all these blurry thought on this activity. that I like to bath in the confort of crisp shirts and spiraling marginalias. a focus on display elements and technologies has been made and to set up the decorum of the performance, once again a long term complaints about how some students would go better than other by spending more time working on the presentation of their project than on their project, certain would say on the marketing, I eventually got to agree shift the phase of project from making to showing, and I guess next phase would be implementing and feedbacks on the production. Because there is a power, a point of tension of an almost ontological nature in the showing of the work. a thing exist because it is perceived, but the perceived thing is often not the thing itself, which is maybe the node of a lot mind cracks when it comes to dialogue of things with the world, of me with the rest, with people. most of the pseudo-object made are delivered, not because they would be worth displayed in their core, but because they somehow take a dsiplayable form, or prensent themselves under a displayed form, or, not to be ... they have a shape, so . it has a name, so it is a thing, a confusion of the two, a thing, is an object, several things ? it is a list, it is an object, it can be outlined, handed down, it is an object ! that why I like list, they turn scattered proto things, dust of being, and tighten them up, weave them up into an primitively articulated form, litteraly shaping them, in transportble way. and my father, and my grandfather before him, spent their life in the business of PLV, or [[PLV and POS]] of course there is something fascinating about the pos. It is sensual, and located in the supermarket, really one space that express very well the current stage of our days, of course the supermarket is ubiquitous, both in the days and their critic, its a lieu privilegie de la critique, but I guess I also have lots of core memories in supermarket, alley strolling, manga reading and sushi picking, veloce rollerblading clerk, confronting rows of patibulaire cashiere like guard of the exit gate, hot spot, the surveillor whose presence and gazes suggested the very possibilty of thiefery, arousing in me confused feeling of abundance and guilt. And of course in the supermarket, the final push in the big consumption scheme, the gaudy cardboard stands, tetes de gondoles, etc, probably feared by parents cause signs of coming supplice and begging words and dirt collecting while hauling dragging a new bought pant draggin the cry away. arousing terrible desire one hasnt been trained to deal with yet, terrible terrible desire, and fear of missing such opportunity, and pressure to do so in the little untrained, un accustomed blittle brains. (la meme chose mais en trois phrases) growing visiting cosmetic shop in paris and in airport duty frees, (rare moment I was with my dad out) hearing stories about l'oreal being nice and channel being really nice and these one being reall bastards or something. surrounded by caughingly rose and hidden sex and tub smelling air and coming to the point of looking that this very ubiquitous place was the result of generation of gradually edicated, studied markieting plots and arrangements, and generation of cobay providing so valubable insights about consumption pattern and decision making cognition and what, help ddrawing the very stage whosand as I am not concerned about that we overlook elements of display, I mean, what would it change really to acnkowledge their presence, the trap is to tight anyway, the push to strong from all sides i like the idea of designing hyper specific, technical, otherwise anonymous, mostly unnoticed object. some people call that hardware. i feel like infusing art where it is less expected, more empty space there, a bit of a wasteland of product design. why shuld I lie ? and so there is this second project about the technologies of display. that make sense since the project somehow is about, what are the bridge between the two ? that felt so natural that I didnt had to express back then ? so I had to bring these idea, and this thing that are just notes, basically what look like draft, I had to appreciate the drafty nature of the work, and so staging it felt like a good strategy to do so, as if anything something we perform is something finished, because it is in the scheme of things to bring to people only the best and the concluded ? all I had was flying pieces of paper,. how to compensate with so blank looking, drafty nature, modest look of theoretical work, or work of theory, theory as medium, give it shape , organise it in space, cast light to it, and emphasize whats there already of matter even so discrete. as casting light onto the very matter of theory that language, writing, and its physical apparatus, displayed by displayed display displaying display (another potential name for the project) the act of, presenting is about showing what wastn presented, revealing is showing what was previousl undersight but hidden, it has some aspect of revelation, its basically having a decor, that turned the presentation into a performance. and it was the performance that made it a decor not a set up. objects existed as props, object with purpose and symbol. a sort of as above so below, what is at play in the reading keeps playing on the counter tops, and the museum like the museum is a supermarket is a librabry is a bath is a thing things are not much without stands, they need it. the stand can change not the thing so in this sense I guess proves the thing matters most. maybe theyre not so interesting. I wanted to find interesting things to say about stands, but maybe their not and so its why we don't talk about them ? I know the reasons of my interest, theyre just plain boring. last minutes attempts at making stuff out of it ? the potential of scribbles to be amine for further development, a rich theoretical and sensual material, leaning in the and knowledge aesthitisation the figure of the erudit, in the end just looking for an aesthetic, think niche scholarcore or dark academia, just because I liked to see myself wearing nice oxford grey shirt, sitted at my desk, surrounded by fragments of texts and annotation and stuff. because It felt smart, productive, legitimate, pure, which was really more of a feel than anything really. [[scholarcore]] 2. **The scholar image is a symbol of dignity and autonomy.** Sitting at a desk, shirt crisp, books open, notes spread — it's a visual language of **control**, **agency**, and **depth**. You're not reacting to the world — you're investigating it. That image carries centuries of cultural weight: scholars, thinkers, writers, reformers. commodificaiton of study, aesthetic oppposed to depth, its just easier to, embodiing, although on a superficil level only, what Id like to be, its a sort of fake it till you make it, since what I had access to so far is the look of the peers, not really the access to their desk and wardrobe, not really their mind and soul. it is a matter of bodies, of embodiement. glamorous, just felt sexy doing so, I would unbutton my crisp shirt, undo my black leather belt, sit on these paper and in such display suck my own dick if I could do so and cum on these lines, and so I could stop thinking about what I dont get. i like it because so what matters here really is just that displaying the conclusion rather than the thing if I could. note taking as a pulsion, balbla, white men thing to do so, drove crazy by the quest. fed with hypertext fantasy, stories of ... etc... website native story, project camouflaged as a blog post. hastily rushed documentation just some project will just stay a a blog post, are just, or dont go past the attempt stage also why it was so hard to find a fitting form to still display it. in conclusion the discover of obsidian, learned typwriting, set up a note taking environment, that are now the fundation for most of the thiings I do know next to work. Class and Order visual corpus of proto-organisation gathered from april to june 2023