Day 21: Documentation and Tests (+ My Hope)

I came to theory because I was hurting—the pain within me was so intense that I could not go on living. I came to theory desperate, wanting to comprehend—to grasp what was happening around and within me. Most importantly, I wanted to make the hurt go away. I saw in theory then a location for healing.

(hooks 1994, 59)

Here’s a shot at articulating my greatest hope for what I might contribute to before I die: to work towards ways of mediating the tension between poetic origination and technical formation in service of a communitarian emancipation of our existential thrown and givenness. This needs dejargonification (or rejargonification balanced by a reciprocal poeticization), but it points in the direction I want to go.

A mediating way is still a far off goal for me. The best I am usually able to muster is a vacillation. For the last few days, as a compensation for last week’s swerve into Critical Theory, I’ve had my head locked into seemingly soulless technical tasks. It’s been a lovely lotophagous diversion.

Meanwhile, I’ve been sticking evocative excerpts atop my posts as sign posts to remind me of where I aim to turn back towards. Around midweek, I hope to revisit these snippets and thread them together with associations that seem relevant at that time.

This weekend was devoted to quality time with the S.O. and hacking on These and its dependencies.